#draco slowburn

[dracofuego]

A Strange Thing Called Love pt 1.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem! Reader

Synopsis: Draco Malfoy meets someone that tries to change his heart. He is conflicted on letting her into his life or suppressing her completely.

Genre: Slowburn, Angst, a bit of Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Hi! This is my first Draco series and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I am writing it. This series is inspired by some songs from The Smashing Pumpkins, and the idea came to me while I was listening to them at like 2am lol.

Chapter 1: First Interaction

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The first interaction with him was around third year, when you were trailing behind him in one of the corridors. Lost in a daze, the only sounds echoing were the tapping's of each of your feet against the floor. Each step that you took was then followed by his up ahead, harmonizing the sounds perfectly. Something lands between your two feet, disrupting the sequence of your footsteps. Looking down, you notice a piece of parchment. You pick it up, the rough texture of the material gliding against your fingertips. Without trying to snoop too much, you look at the top of the parchment for any sort of identification; Draco Malfoy. It was then when you bothered to move your head up and look straight ahead.

The boy continued his strides, unbeknownst that the piece of parchment had completely fallen off between the book he was holding against his side. You run after him, hoping to reach him just in time before he heads off to who knows where. Endurance was never your specialty and you mentally curse for Malfoy to walk so fast.  But you knew that this was something that could be significantly important to him, and you knew in your heart that you would feel guilty if you didn’t do something about it. Your body is now several feet away from him. It was as if he was in his deepest thoughts, as the sounds of your footsteps growing closer and closer did not startle him. The sudden flick of your hands against his shoulder was what caught his attention, and when he turned around, the words that you wanted to say were caught up in your throat.  Time seemed to have stood still, and the boy noticed your freezing pose. His eyebrows arch up, confused as to why this random girl he has never seen in his life had touched his shoulder. 

“What do you want?” The arrogance in his voice was apparent, but that didn’t stop your heart beatings from going faster. His ice gray eyes gaze down to your short stature, then slowly back up to your frail hands, trembling against the brown parchment holding so dearly to your chest. A tint of redness landed on your soft cheeks, like honey crisp apples. 

“Y-you dropped this… I didn’t want you to l-lose it.” You couldn’t help but stutter. Your eyes bore into his, afraid that he would soon catch on to your embarrassment. He took the parchment from your hands, and you briefly felt the coldness of his fingers, a coldness that seemed to have also lingered in his silver irises. He gives one last look at you before he giving a quick nod and turns back, walking further into the corridor.

The next several nights you would stare at the dark ceiling up above, your mind replaying the events that happened earlier that week. You heard things about Draco Malfoy, most of which weren’t great. So why did you keep thinking about him? Even when your eyes, right before you go to sleep, you see his face. His platinum blonde hair styled carefully, with a few of the light strands falling against his forehead. His alabaster skin complemented his pearly silver irises. Like northern constellations, his beauty would illuminate in the darkest of nights. You still recall the way his eyes met yours, along with his fingers, his eyes had a coldness, and it was a coldness so intense it hurt.

You knew you couldn’t help your feelings. You developed a liking on Draco Malfoy. But you barely know him, which is pathetic really. How could you like someone you have never really met? While you both did have a few classes together, you never had the courage to go up to him directly. The thought of doing that only made you panic. Besides, he was always with his Slytherin friends, who are just as bad as what everyone else says about them. You can only admire him from afar, either in the Great Hall or in a class where you had a glimpse of him. There were a few times where he caught on to your gaze, but never bothered with it. 

Fast forward to fifth year and you are starting with your first class, potions. Potions was never your favorite subject. You weren’t exactly bad at the class, but you weren’t the smartest either. It wasn’t the class itself that you disliked, if anything you were mostly intimidated by Professor Snape. He does not have any problem calling out students. He had a sixth sense of knowing which students did or did not study, or if they even bothered listening to him in class. Luckily for you, he has only put you on the spot once within the entire years of having potions with him, and you only hope to keep it that way. He belittled you for forgetting one of the most significant ingredients for one of the potions he taught earlier that week. Feeling humiliated was definitely an understatement. The bickering and giggles of the students behind you had only made you feel worse. Crabbe and Goyle were laughing and calling you a filthy, idiotic mudblood. From the corner of your eye, Pansy Parkinson joined along with them, and to her right you caught a glimpse of Draco with a smirk. It would be a lie to say your heart didn’t feel any pain with the sight of his lips turning upward with the mention of his friends making fun of you. But you weren’t going to let that bring you down. But it was upsetting to have feelings for Draco despite it all.

Being one of the first few students to arrive in the classroom, you had the privilege of choosing the seat you wanted to take. You didn’t like sitting in the front of the class, as that would make you feel too exposed to Professor Snape, and you’d rather not make eye contact with him every single time, let alone try and call on you. As much as you wished to sit in the back of the classroom, you knew that was also another terrible option. That would only make you seem hidden, and thus, giving him more of a chance to put you on the spot in class, especially since it is easier for students to doze off without getting caught. Which leads to the middle, being the safest option for you at least, and you didn’t hesitate to set your satchel on one of the empty middle tables.

You take out your quill, ink, and notebook. Dabbing the quill into the dark ink, you open the first page of your notebook, writing down your name and date on the top left corner. Taking out the textbook for the class you began to re-read the lesson for the day. The classroom starts getting louder as more students begin entering and shuffling around in their seats while taking out their materials. You felt someone sitting next to you, but didn’t bother looking up as you were too busy concentrating on the textbook in front of you. It wasn’t until the sound of Professor Snape’s voice did you look up and close your textbook. 

And it was as if the universe was finally reading your thoughts, because sitting to your right was Draco Malfoy. A light-hearted rush of adrenaline went through your veins, your heart palpitating at an accelerating rate against your chest. Crimson red was now flowing through your supple cheeks, your fingers nervously tapping against the parchment of your notebook. Looking to your right again, you see his hand reaching the inside of his satchel. His eyebrows were furrowed, almost stressed as his hands continued to search for whatever he was missing. Observing the materials in front of him, he had his notebook and ink out and prepared, but no quill.

Your small delicate hands make way to your brown satchel, reaching inside for an extra quill that you always have just in case. Your body turns towards Malfoy, his silver eyes still searching through the inside of his satchel, the sun reflecting perfectly off his milky white hair.

“I have an extra quill. '' His eyes meet yours, and there again you feel the crimson red of your cheeks deepening much more. “..of course it’s up to you if you want to take it. I’m just offering it to you so you don’t miss out on the lesson today.” you continued. 

He doesn’t say anything at first. His slender finger reaches up for a bit but pauses, almost hesitating your generous offer. You give him a soft smile, easing the awkward tension between the two of you. He takes the quill from your fingers and quickly nods, before turning his body forward and starts writing in his notebook.

Potions seemed to fly by faster than you expected. A part of you is upset the class is over so quickly, as you won’t be sitting next to Malfoy anymore, though the two of you didn’t interact at all during the entire class period. The other part is grateful so you don’t embarrass yourself in front of him already, and you were sure he noticed you blushing earlier today like your first interaction with him. Gathering your materials and placing them in your satchel, you quickly run out of the classroom, unbeknownst of a silver pair of irises watching you. 

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“You seem delightful today, Y/N.” You were sitting in the Great Hall eating a sandwich with your close friend, Sofia. Her long deep auburn locks flowed carelessly against her tan skin, her ocean-like eyes observing you carefully. 

“How can you read me so well, Fifi?”

“You’re an open-book so tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” 

Taking a sip of pumpkin juice, you debated on telling her the exact truth. It’s not that you didn’t trust her, if anything she is one of your best friends and you know any secret you tell her is safe, but you just didn’t want to go through the embarrassment again. She told you that you could find someone better. 

“Potions went well today.” A half-truth, because technically you did have a good day, you were just avoiding the whole explanation of it.

“Oh, fun!” she gleamed. “So what happened?” 

You sighed, debating how you were going to tell her. Leaning in close, not wanting for anyone else to hear you softly whisper, “Malfoy sat next to me today and I gave him my quill.”

Sofia took notice of how fidgety you were getting, your eyes were looking at everything around the room, searching for a sense of comfort. A big smile forms on her lips, eyes shining bright “Really?! What happened next?”

“..That’s it. That’s all that happened.” You tried not to laugh, it was ridiculous that the two of you didn’t have any interaction whatsoever during the entire class period besides offering him your quill. Not even a simple thank you. The thought of it does kind of sting, but being the person that you are, you shrugged it off, and hoped that deep inside he meant no ill will.  

“Merlin, Y/N it’s been like two years since you’ve liked him and you were given the one opportunity to try and converse with him and you didn’t even do that?” 

Your hands motioned to her to keep quiet, afraid to expose your secret to everyone at Hogwarts. To be fair, almost half of the girls at Hogwarts already had a crush on Malfoy, but you being a muggleborn would be a whole different story.

“Actually, I did offer him my quill and told him he could take it if he wanted to, that it was his choice. But he just took it and didn’t say anything.” huffing, you start playing with your wand against your fingers, avoiding eye contact with Sofia.

She sighs, “Oh, Y/N. Maybe it’s just not meant to be. I don’t want to be a debbie downer but you have a big heart with that pretty little body, and you deserve someone that will see you for what you are. Not some posh kid who thinks he’s better than everyone. Plus, who knows if he will sit next to you again in Potions or whatever other class you might have. I just.. don't want you to get hurt.”

You hated to admit but she is right. Malfoy wasn’t exactly the best person to be around, especially with how superior he feels to everyone, including muggles. And being a muggleborn you knew that you had absolutely no chance. You just had to try and convince yourself to do better. And maybe Cupid’s arrow made a mistake pulling back and shooting his sweetheart’s bow right into your heart that one night in the corridors.

But that all changed once again when you see him later that evening at the Astronomy Tower.

[swottydoodler]

I'm honored to have illustrated the first chapter of this fic by @absumoaevum which is out now!! Happy New Year, y'all🥳🥳!!

FF:

[into-the-midst]

Mortal Temples of a King

Sequel to Within the Hollow Crown Rating: M Tags: Draco Malfoy, Lord Voldemort, Nagini, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Drarry, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Psychological Horror, Ultra Slowburn, Objectification, Torture Summary: After refusing Harry’s offer of escape, Draco returns home, where he is thrown into the life of a Death Eater. Scarred, looked down on, and terrified, Draco focuses on his assignments while navigating the complex dynamics within Malfoy Manor. But when he fails to prove himself, everything he is and everything he has is stripped away, forcing Draco into drastic choices for not just his own, but everyone’s survival.

A canon-divergence of Deathly Hallows.

Read here!

[fivenightslaughter]

Wicked Serpentine (Part 8)

pairing: draco malfoy x femravenclaw!oc (some like george weasley x femravenclaw!oc too)

summary: slowburn enemies to lovers fic, a TON of parts. (continued after ... 3 years..) i'm back lol)

warnings: blood purism, bullying, swearing, descriptive physical danger, violence. Awful Draco

taglist: @gloryekaterina

taglist: let me know if you’re interested in being added!

Roughly a month had gone by, my last real interaction with Malfoy being my first school day in the Great Hall.

Snape had reassigned partners and tables after only the first day, likely due to Harry and Ron’s noise from the first class. I was paired with Hermione, thankfully. She was pleasantly quiet but helpful when she needed to be. My friendship with her had furthered quite a bit, but less so with the boys. I wasn’t actively attempting to befriend Harry after Snape’s hostility.

Flitwick and I hit it off and he quickly became my runner-up favorite teacher, just behind Snape. I frequently stayed behind in his classroom to discuss muggle music and the world as a whole. It was the only part of my day I could get truly lost in.

I’d eventually learned the schedules of Luna and Cho, sitting with them on days they’d be in the dining hall. Rarely was my attention drawn to the blond across the hall on the days he was there, either. He’d been looking rather sick, lately.

Not that I actively tried to look at him.

It just struck me whenever I’d happen to catch his silvery strands in my peripheral. His face looked sunken, his cheeks hollow. Instead of marble, he looked almost grey. It made my heart hurt a little. How could someone look so ghostly, as if he was always floating? It reminded me of a dried volcano, stiff and cold.

His head bobbed up, his eyes meeting mine for the first time since I’d walked off from him a month ago.

“Eris?” A voice snapped me back to the present. It was Hermione. She had said something that I didn’t catch at all.

I looked at her, my mouth slightly parted. Dumbly, I replied, “Huh?”

She gave me a small laugh and stabbed at her food, cocking her head to the side exasperatedly.

“I said, Snape is assigning new partners, something about people falling behind already. I’ll miss the quiet of sitting next to you. Seriously, I will.” She let her shoulders droop sadly, a glimmer of sadness in her eyes.

I heard her teeth slide on the fork as she ate, mildly sullen. I felt bad. I hadn’t even known we were switching partners, I must have been too caught up during potions to hear Snape mention the change.

“Hey, we’ll still eat together. Maybe I’ll kick Ron out of his seat every once in a while.” I joked. Her mood seemed to perk back up a bit at that, nodding.

“That’d be perfect, wouldn’t it, Ron?” She nudged him jokingly.

He whipped his neck to face her, food falling out of his mouth. He was too busy talking to Harry to notice our conversation, so he looked absolutely lost.

“Wha…?” Food tumbled from his mouth. I groaned and Hermione bit her lip in a laugh. The way she looked at him was cute, a twinkle in her eyes lighting as if everything he did was enchanting.

“Nothing, Ronald. Just… Chew your bloody food!” She choked out, noticing the knowing smile I was giving her halfway through her sentence.

He scrunched his nose up, confused and annoyed. He finished, crumbs still dusting his lips.

“Whatever, ‘Mione.” He dismissed, turning back to Harry. They were discussing something Quidditch related.

She exhaled through her nose, rolling her eyes. I watched as she packed her sprawled books and papers into her bag, deep in her thoughts.

Her eyes lit up for a moment and she immediately looked back at me.

“Oh! I almost forgot. We all have lessons but you’re free after this, right? Snape said he’d post a parchment outside his room with the partners. You should check it out.” She beamed.

I paused in thought for a second. Should I go check? I shrugged.

“Yeah, sure. I will.” I saw no harm in making my way to the classroom. I’d gotten a much better hang of the hallways to my classes and the library. The dungeons and the Room of Requirement remained untraveled for now, the map buried in the bottom of my bag. I’d taken it out to mark it up whenever I discovered a new direction or an alternate way to a class.

It was incredibly helpful and I was glad I befriended Hermione. Maybe I could go check out partners and find her later to let her know who she got. I’m sure she’d appreciate knowing beforehand what she was in for.

Satisfied, she dropped her last book in her bag and stood.

“Right, well I’ll see you!” She waved farewell, already taking off from the table. Ron and Harry were still engrossed in their conversation about Quidditch. I tuned in, a name immediately catching my ear.

“Of course we’ll win, Harry. Malfoy’s played like shit lately. Serves him right, bloody bastard.” Ron bragged. Harry nodded in response, noticing my sudden interest in the conversation.

“Eris, you haven’t been to a Quidditch game yet, have you?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“Ah, no I haven’t.” I sheepishly rubbed the back of my neck. I didn’t have an intense interest in sports in the muggle world and wasn’t sure how much more exciting they could be in the wizarding world, so it hadn’t piqued my interest.

Harry’s head leaned against his hand and he seemed to nod slowly for a second before smacking his hands on the table.

“Come to the game today. I’ll ask Hermione to save you a seat.” He mused decidedly. Ron shrugged, agreeing.

“Okay, sure. I’ll come then.” I confirmed.

Glad at my response, he turned his attention back to Ron.

“Ready to go?” He asked him.

They got up and left for their next lesson, which I’m pretty sure was a history class I’d often heard them complain about. I still sat, popping a final piece of food into my mouth. I planned out my route in my head. First to Snape’s, then to the library to study intensively.

It felt like a solid enough plan.

I stood and left the hall, making sure I didn’t leave anything at the table. I made my way to Snape’s classroom. It was a different way than when I’d originally followed Malfoy and I was grateful I didn’t have to relive my cowardice every time I went to Potions in the mornings.

The clock tower chimed while I was walking and people pushed by me as I made my way down the hallways. Some people stood idly and hung out with one another, sitting in window sills or quickly scurrying somewhere.

I watched a class fill into Snape’s classroom and I walked up to the doorway. A small plaque with a scroll of parchment hung on the wall.

“FIRST PERIOD PARTNERS

HERMIONE GRANGER - NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

HARRY POTTER - SEAMUS FINNIGAN

RONALD WEASLEY - PADMA PATIL

ERIS WOODWORK - DRACO MALFOY “

There was more, but my heart stuck in my throat. This couldn’t be real. I reread it several times, finally making my way to the bottom.

There was a tiny footnote stating partner changes were not permitted and must remain as written on the parchment. I felt myself shrink. Maybe Snape didn’t know how bad Malfoy would treat me?

I shook my head at the thought. It was quite obvious how poorly he treated everyone. Just because my interactions with him have been few and far between doesn’t mean he didn’t endlessly snip at other people.

In fact, the only times I ever heard his voice was when he was chastising Harry or Hermione, or making a comment about how Ron lives in squalor. It was unpleasant but at the very least I could be glad it wasn’t directed towards me.

I dreaded this partnership, but at least now I’d read the list like I said I would. Later, I’d be able to tell Hermione and the boys who they’d been partnered with.

I took off to the library, my mind spinning. I accidentally bumped into someone in the hallway and his hands shot out to steady my shoulders before I could fall to the ground. I recognized him as Malfoy’s original partner in Potions.

He eyed me up and down, removing his hands once I was steady. I vaguely recalled Ron calling him Zabini.

“Be careful. Never know who you’ll run into in these halls. You’re lucky it was me.” He spoke smugly, clearly a bit vain.

I raised an eyebrow at him, nodding.

“Yeah, I’ll be more careful.” I replied. I started to walk off when he spoke, tucking his hands in his pockets.

“Fuckin’ better be.” Was all he said as he continued to walk as well.

It unsettled me in the weird way that Slytherins were good at. A switch seemed glued to their emotions, fully able to flip at any time. It was startling. A chill eased down my spine and I hurried toward the library, no longer taking my time as I had before.

Finally arriving a bit breathless, I entered the space that had become most familiar to me over the last month. Giving a nod in Madam Pince’s direction, she gave me a puckered and stiff smile.

She was an intolerable vulture that only cared for her books, but I’d come to be in her relatively good graces. With my quiet presence and care for the texts, I was often the only one in the library with her. In her own way, I think she kind of liked me there.

Tucking into my usual space behind a few large bookshelves, I pulled a lesson book out of my school bag, along with a parchment and quill. We had just gone over a new spell in Flitwick’s class and I was determined to study it down to every flick of the wand.

A seat pulled out beside me and a book dropped down onto the table just loud enough for me to wince. I glanced over. It was “Libatius Borage’s ADVANCED POTION MAKING” book. I recognized it from my class with Snape.

I watched black robes swish down into the seat beside me, defeated looking. My surprise was immeasurable when I met empty, silvery eyes and messy moonbeam-colored hair. I couldn’t stifle a tiny gasp that slipped from my lips.

“Malfoy…?”

He leaned his head back against the top of the chair, remaining in quiet for what felt like a couple minutes as I dumbfoundedly stared at him. Seeming to find his resolve, he sat up. He leaned forward towards the table and didn’t meet my eyes again.

“Snape reassigned everyone because of me.” He stated. He was looking straight ahead, his eyes travelling up the spines of books in front of the table we were at. It felt wrong hearing a real sentence from him, especially one that wasn’t littered with insults.

“He thinks I’m fucking falling behind.” He was the second Slytherin I’d heard swear today, but his anger didn't quite reach his eyes. I watched a stray strand of hair fall from his slicked back ones, lightly resting on his forehead. He looked hopelessly disheveled the longer I looked at him.

My eyebrows knit together with concern.

“Are you okay, Draco?” I tried to be genuine, my voice soft and low. I barely breathed it and regretted it the second I said it as he flipped to face me. His lips were pressed in a tight line, chapped and pale.

“Don’t you dare call me by my first name, mudblood.” He snapped.

I felt my body tense up and my blood run cold at the tone he used. I desperately fought the water that immediately welled up in my eyes, coaching myself to just breathe carefully. I hoped he couldn’t tell how pathetic he made me feel. I just wanted to move on, now.

I decided that if he didn’t want my help, that he didn’t need it. There was nothing I could do to help him, and talking clearly wouldn’t solve anything. I wasn’t going to give him power over me, so I did the only thing I could think of.

I went on as normal. I focused back on the book for Flitwick’s, pulling my wand from my bag and placing it on the desk. Flitwick had even written a couple notes for me himself, explaining things in a better way the book could.

I had spoken to him about Scourgify, mentioning how Cho had done it and it was something I wanted to learn. He included notes about how to perform it, but I kept failing without a physical example of how to cast it.

All I had in my head was the memory of Cho, which I’d been too in shock from Malfoy’s prank to fully grasp the technique of. I had been trying to practice on dirty spoons I’d snagged from the Great Hall. I kept one wrapped in a fabric napkin and tucked into my bag, switching the spoon out for a different one each time I went to eat.

Ignoring the blond sitting next to me, I pulled the spoon out and placed it on the table in front of me. I unraveled it and there it was, just a gross spoon.

Taking a deep breath, I picked up my wand and reread Flitwick’s notes, as well as the pages in the textbook. Holding a book in one hand and my wand in the other steadily, I focused on the spoon.

“Scourgify.” I half whispered, trying to work with the tiny bit of light that sparked on my wand. I could never get farther than just a tiny emittance from my wand. It had been weeks and I still struggled to get it. It was clear from my frustration that this wasn’t the first time.

I heard a scoff from my side. I realized a set of steely eyes had focused on what I was doing as if I were some kind of entertainment. I ignored him, trying it again. And again.

I had attempted Scourgify on the spoon a good four times before he shot up out of his chair, blatantly annoyed.

“You’re literally doing everything wrong.” He muttered crossly.

I heaved a sigh, dropping my book to the table. I turned to put my wand away in my bag but he stopped me. He stood behind my chair, leaning over my shoulder. Mint and cologne overpowered my senses as he corrected me sourly.

“No, just… Merlin, you have to-” he grabbed my wrist and pointed towards the spoon, swishing my hand in a sort of ‘S’ shape. “Swish it, like this. Say it. Now.” He instructed rudely, guiding my hand to motion correctly. His cold, silver ring made me clench my wand as tightly as the night I’d got it.

“Scourgify.” I spoke boldly, jumping a slight bit as the grime left the spoon in an immediate little spark. I swallowed loudly, a disbelieving laugh bubbling softly through my lips. I turned my face to thank him before my mind could reject the idea.

However, when I turned, he had simply gone. I guess I was a bit glad he had disappeared, otherwise I would have proved his point by thanking him. Stroked his ego, probably.

I turned back to my book, writing down what I had just learned. I felt so excited and accomplished that I’d pushed away how weird that situation really was.

Did he really just grab my wrist like that? Why did he never seem to have a grasp on personal space? I tried to move on, finding the dustiest book I could find to try the spell again.

Much to my disappointment when, just as before, trying the spell only made my wand fizzle slightly.

Disappointed, I slumped down into my seat. I spent the next half hour trying to focus on Potions instead, opting to note things I noticed during class. Such as the physical traits of ingredients I was confused by.

Out of my peripheral, I noticed a light-blond head duck quietly from between some shelves, past me, and out of the library doors.

There was a book on the opposite end of the table that wasn’t there before.

I stood and walked over, picking it up. I flicked through it and much to my surprise, it was a Charms book. It was filled with neatly scribbled notes in the margins, shapes and arrows showing how to cast some simple charms I knew would get covered this year.

Some of the ink was slightly smeared a tiny bit, clearly brand new. Whereas other notes in it were old and the ink slightly faded.

Flipping to the very back cover, I read

‘If lost, return to Draco L. Malfoy’

in the same handwriting as the notes throughout, slightly faded.

What the hell?

A piece of parchment slipped from between some of the pages into my lap.

“You’re dense. Read my notes and maybe you won’t look so ridiculous.” It read.

That made much more sense. I guess I'll just... Study this all, then.

[fandomsaligninstories]

Then I Met You

Description: Violet Ellis is about to have her whole life change in ways she never could have predicted. A story of love, loss, anger, and magic. If you had told 10 year old Violet that she was a witch, she would have laughed. And if you told her that her entire life was a lie? Well, she wouldn’t have believed you. But 15 year old Violet? She doesn't know who to trust or who is on her side. Except for him.

Song Rec.: Violet and Draco's Playlist

TW: Angst, Big Emotions™️, death, abandonment (of child), illegitimate child, mentions of war and death eaters. Bullying (from slytherins). Slowburn. I’m not British, so forgive me if I completely butcher this… If I missed anything, let me know.

Other: Slowburn romance, sort of fast-paced story.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x OC

TAG LIST: OPEN

WC:

Alternative Reading: Wattpad , Ao3

Status: On-Going

Chapters:

Year One: The Hogwarts Express

Year One: The Welcome Feast

Year One: Day One

Year One: Day Three

Year One: Halloween

Year One: Lamest Quidditch Match Ever

Year One: The Hufflepuff Entourage

Year One: End of Year

Year Two: Flourish and Botts

Year Two: Return to Hogwarts

Year Two: Boy Trouble

Year Two: Gilderoy Lockhart

Year Two: Slytherins Prank First-Years

Year Two: More Boy Trouble

Year Two: Jealousy, Jealousy

Year Two: The Chamber of Secrets

Year Two: Astronomy

Year Two: Astronomy Part 2

Year Two: Rogue Bludger

Year Two: A Bit of Draco

Year Two: A Touch of Kindness

Year Two: Jade(d)

Year Two: A Friends Breaking Point

Year Two: Sick Day

Year Two: The Dueling Club

Year Two: Parseltongue

Year Two: Polyjuice Potion

Year Two: Valentine's Day

Year Two: Secret Admirer

Year Two: Another Attack

Year Two: Just Another Monday

Year Two: Apology Twice Over

Year Two: The Chamber Entrance

Year Two: The Corridor of Secrets

[slytheryn-babe]

Polyjuice. Espionage. Danger. 

It’s five years into a brutal war, and there’s one Horcrux left.  

Hermione Granger must go undercover to pose as Astoria Greengrass in the shadowy halls of Malfoy Manor. Hermione will cross any line if it means completing her mission and ending the war—even if getting intel comes at the cost of seducing Draco Malfoy. 

But what will happen when those lines start to blur?

[none-pet]

Draco Malfoy and… how doing things again may cause headaches.

... Or how Harry had his gay awakening. _______________________________________________ Little snippet from my Fic - Part 4 Draco Malfoy and… how doing things again may cause headaches. Chapter 6 _______________________________________________

The Abraxas horses came into view and the Beauxbatons delegation soon came out of the carriage. All clad in those flimsy and elegant blue robes that, for some reason, had Harry imagining Draco on. He was sure the blonde would look stunning in them, he was just as pretty as Fleur and Draco had long legs - Harry was pretty sure that pants cut would look amazing on him… Wait, what?

He almost missed the Drumstrang entrance, shocked by his own musings, but the excited pack of children - and Ron’s insistent chatter  - got him out of his thoughts. 

The ship’s mast was cutting through the lake’s surface, showing itself in its grandeur.

Better suited for winter, the Drumstrang students came out and showed their red uniforms with no little amount of pride - giving Harry another unwanted mental image of Draco on foreign school uniforms that he pushed back as he was herded inside for supper.

He mostly ignored Ron and Hermione’s bickering, as his mind was reeling. 

What the fuck?

In an objective standpoint, Harry was aware that Draco was beautiful - in that somewhat androgynous fashion where depending on what he was wearing could look both pretty and/or handsome - but his thoughts of it were just observations - not actually opinions.

Was he attracted to Draco? Romantically? Perhaps sexually?

No, that was dumb… right?

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[anne-chloe]

Darling Girl

Draco Malfoy x F! Reader [With slight x Harry Potter]

Summary : [Name] Darling is the youngest daughter of Aurora and Maximus Darling - two powerful witches and wizards who aided in the downfall of The Dark Lord himself.

When [Name] turns 11, she finally gets the chance to attend Hogwarts. During her 7 years of studying and learning to become the greatest Witch possible, [Name] must overcome a series of challenges, dangerous situations and the possibility of loving the enemy.

{This story has intense slow-burn. There is basically zero love for Draco in the beginning. Some sparks of feelings half way through. And basically full blown romance at the end. There may be drabbles of some Harry x Reader, but for plot purposes.}

01 | Darling

Year One

Stepping onto the London train platform, you listened cautiously to the bustling noise. New and returning students congregated around The Hogwarts Express steam train, sharing goodbyes with their families before hustling their trunks onto the loading train.

Your palms sweated as you gripped the trolley handle with complete nerves. Your heart thumped wildly. This was it, you thought with darting eyes, taking in your surroundings, my witchcraft journey starts today.

Behind you trailed your adoring parents, both of them sharing loving whispers and laughs, unaware of their nervous child in front of them. They spoke of their fond memories at Hogwarts only a decade earlier. While they spoke, they were also oblivious to the excited whispers of the wizard community surrounding them.

"Mummy," you finally said, coming to a halt as you neared the loading bay of the train. You spun around to face your parents, hair billowing over your shoulders in a graceful manner. Your bottom lip wobbled, fear striking your chest and making it almost difficult for you to breathe.

You would be embarking on this journey alone. Without the constant support of your parents. They would be so far away, on the other side of the country. How would you possibly cope?

"Mummy," you repeated, voice trembling, "I don't know if I can do this."

Aurora paused her conversation and shared a worried stare with Maximus. Aurora moved forwards and crouched down, taking your hands into her own and rubbing her thumb in soothing circles on the backs of your hand. You relaxed at the loving touch, trying to focus your mind on the comfort.

"My darling daughter," Aurora cooed, "nobody ever achieved anything without feeling a little fear. Have faith in yourself. Explore this new chapter of freedom and growth." Her hand released yours and reached ho to touch your cheek; you melted into the caress, tears glossing over your eyes. "Write to me about your adventures, about the memories you shall make and the friendships you will form."

You straightened your back, puffing out your chest in an attempt to embody some bravery. You felt a little more eased than a few minutes prior, but your knees still felt like jelly.

Maximus crouched next to Aurora, a bright smile stretched across his face. You were in awe at how beautiful your parents looked together. "Do not fear, little darling, we might not be with you at Hogwarts, but we are always at the other end of paper and quill."

Your mother leaned forwards and placed a gentle kiss upon your forehead. "Be extraordinary," Aurora whispered, her eyes full of love and adoration.

The final whistle sounded from the conductor. Aurora and Maximus shared an excited smile before they stood to their true heights. You bid your parents one final farewell, a restored excitement and confidence urging you to board the train alongside your fellow peers.

You rushed to the nearest window and immediately peered out in search for your parents. They stood where you had left them, fully in view and crowded by many other families. They caught your stare and waved, your mother blowing kisses and your father shooting a supportive thumbs up.

And as the train began departing from the station, you found your anxiety returning. This entire journey would be new and unfamiliar. You would experience new things by yourself, and you were trying to remain positive for the uncertain future.

It was roughly ten minutes later before you finally detached from the safety of the window. The other students had settled down into cosy cabins or train carts full of tables. Everyone had found a place, meanwhile you were struggling to discover somewhere to sit. You didn't recognise anybody; anyone who briefly glanced your way didn't offer much of a friendly smile.

Then, just as you were losing hope, you came upon a slightly empty cabin. Inside sat a lone blond boy, his attention diverted outside the passing scenery through the window. He glanced up as you opened the door, his blank canvas of an expression painting into surprise. He caught his composure, a small smile lifting his mouth upwards.

"Hello," you greeted nervously, stepping into the cabin with fleeing eyes. "My name is [Name]. [Name] Darling. May I sit in here with you? Everywhere else is particularly full."

The boy gestured to the empty seat opposite him. Relieved, you sat down. Your hands fell immediately into your lap, fingers twisting nervously around.

"Draco Malloy. Your surname is familiar, have we met before?" Draco inquired with a raised brow.

You thought for a moment, scouring your memories for any recollection of ever meeting Draco before. But you couldn't think of ever seeing him, or hearing of his name. Despite this, Malloy seemed familiar, so you assumed that perhaps he was part of an upper class wizarding family.

You shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't think so. But your surname also sounds familiar, perhaps our parents are friends?" You suggested.

"Who are your parents?"

"Aurora and Maximus Darling."

At this, Draco seemed to brighten. "We should be friends," he immediately suggested, his eagerness catching you off guard. You knew your parents names would have a large influence on your social life given their status as legendary wizards, mostly due to their incredible input during The Dark Lords reign of fear. Draco stuck out his hand, and while got eyed it suspiciously for a moment, you shook his hand firmly.

"Friends," you repeated softly, enjoying how the word sounded. "Yes, I think we should be rather good friends."

As the train ride continued, you spoke with Draco about many things. Two more individuals of your age entered the cabin, joining in to the conversation. Crabbe and Goyle, as they introduced themselves, and you found them rather interesting as they sucked up to Draco. It became quickly clear that Draco knew them from before joining Hogwarts, and it was also clear that Draco was the 'leader' of their little group.

"I'm going to be in Slytherin," Draco announced into the conversation. You had been discussing almost everything you knew about Hogwarts. "Everybody in my family has been a Slytherin, so I have no doubts that I will too."

Draco then turned to you, his brow raised expectantly. "And what about you, what house do you think you'll be sorted in to?"

You shuffled in your seat. You hadn't given the sorting ceremony much thought. Your mother was a Ravenclaw while your father was a Gryffindor. Their love story was incredibly comical - your father was head over heels in love with your mother, and he chased her down with his love until she eventually caved in. Having said that, your older sister was a Slytherin, too.

"I'd be happy with any house," you finally said, much to the disdain of Draco.

Draco scoffed, rolling his eyes at your answer. "We all know Slytherin is the superior house to be sorted in to!" He smirked, then added: "but I suppose I'd even prefer Gryffindor to being sorted as a Hufflepuff."

You hummed. "What's wrong with being a Hufflepuff?"

"They're utter wimps," Draco sneered without missing a beat. "None of them have a single backbone in their body. They'd all rather run away and hide. Useless."

You fell quiet after that. You were quick to realise that Draco harboured strong opinions that he valued close to his heart. Your sister had warned you that many Hogwarts students had their opinions heavily influenced by their parents, and it seemed as though you'd witnessed one first hand.

But it also made you think about your own opinions and values - were they influenced by your parents? It surely couldn't be a complete bad thing to value your parents thoughts, because didn't they know better? They had experienced events that you hadn't, which shaped their thoughts around serious matters in the world. Your parents weren't particularly bothered about which house any of their children belonged to, and they supported the outcome regardless. They were overjoyed that Bonnie was sorted into Slytherin, expressing emphasis that anyone can achieve anything with the resources and support they are given.

Night had fallen when the train arrived at Hogsmede Station. You clambered off alongside everybody else, watching with anxious eyes as the taller students walked freely down the path that would lead them to Hogwarts. You had already started to follow them before hearing a booming voice shout: "First Years this way!", to which you changed course and followed like a lost sheep.

A giant man stood incredibly taller than you and the other students. Even compared to the older students, he would still tower above them. You admired him with a mixture of awe and fear, but you tried your hardest to not show it, instead whispering "be brave" under your breath to still your unease. Eventually, once the station had cleared out of all students, the giant man lead the awaiting first years down a rocky path, where he encouraged everyone to board the boats that were docked on a river bed.

You sat inside one of the boats alongside Draco, Crabbe and Goyle. They chatted amongst themselves while you kept your eyes glued to the castle that loomed in the closing distance, it's shadow cast large from the moon rising behind it.

Soon, you arrived at the school. Again, you blindly followed the giant towards the front of the school, where an older woman stood patiently waiting. Her eyes scanned the crowd of students carefully, as if searching for a particular face. Whether she spotted them or not, you couldn't say, because she then started to speak:

"Welcome to Hogwarts," she greeted. "I am Professor McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress and Head of Gryffindor House..."

You eyed the witch closely. She wore robes of a stunning dark green with a pointed hat that sat proudly on her head. Her hands were folded in front of her as she spoke firmly and clearly to the group of new students.

"Now," she cleared her throat, "if you'll follow me."

The flock of students walked closely behind Professor McGonagall, most desperate to keep up with her sharp pace. Her robes billowed behind her as she gestured to many hallways and rooms that the group passed through or by, explaining what they were and what they were for. The information shot straight over your head as you scanned the intimidating halls, watching as paintings and knight statues waved, nodded and gave subtle greetings.

Standing outside large double doors, the students watched Professor McGonagall curiously as she turned to face the students once more. "Once inside we will conduct the sorting ceremony to discover which house you will belong to: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin or Ravenclaw. Your name will be called out and you will be encouraged to the front of the Hall."

While Professor McGonagall spoke, you realised Draco was suddenly speaking to another boy. His hair messy, glasses slightly too large for his face. You zoned in to their conversation curiously.

"Draco Malfoy. You'd be wise to make friends with the right sort," Draco said with his hand jutted out for the unsuspecting boy to take. "Unlike a Weasley , who would only damage your reputation."

You felt bad for the boy.

"No thanks, I think I can tell the right sorts for myself."

At this, Draco's smile morphed into a deep scowl. Before he could snap back a nasty response, Professor McGonagall clapped her hands to regain the wandering attention of the students, just in time for the doors to swing open. She gestured for the young group to follow.

You felt all eyes fall to the group. Professor Dumbledore stood at the very front of the school, looming over the podium with a sincere smile upon his face.

While walking down the centre of the hall, you discreetly tried to search for Bonnie. You found the Slytherin table with ease; the serpent insignia hanging proudly above the long table with its silver and green colours. However, names were already being summoned to the front of the hall, where students were started to be sorted, giving you less time to search for your awol sister.

"[Name] Darling."

Your attention snapped to the front. A few murmurs and whispers flew about the hall as you found yourself automatically shuffling out of the crowd of students. You blinked owlishly at the hat sitting upon the stool, it's creases morphing into some sort of grin as you came closer.

You swallowed nervously. This is it, you thought as the hat was lifted and you perched yourself onto the stool. You stared straight ahead, finding Draco's eyes staring straight back at you from the crowd. The hat settled upon your head, and you tried not to squirm under its weight.

"Ah," it spoke, it's voice sounding loud in your ears. You fought back a shiver. "Another Darling!"

You couldn't help but wonder what your sisters thoughts were at this very moment. Would she be bothered if you were sorted in to Slytherin or not? Would she care? You couldn't imagine she would seek you out after she abruptly left home midway through the summer holidays.

You desired her support for you, yet with the way she left on such a sour note, you felt as though you would have to be brave for yourself.

Be brave, you chanted, fighting back the urge to cry, be brave.

"Be brave," the sorting hat repeated, basically mocking you as you let out an audible gasp. Was it somehow reading your thoughts? You were in awe at the type of magic. "Youngest daughter of Aurora and Maximus Darling; a brilliant Ravenclaw and a daring Gryffindor... your heritage is certainly one to live up to! You're brimming with ambition, knowing what you want, but you're uncertain of how to get it. Perhaps... Hufflepuff would suit your needs? But, no, you don't entirely play fairly, which you must have inherited from your sister..."

Where was Bonnie? You searched almost desperately for her kind eyes, but found yourself only gazing in to the unreadable stares of the awaiting students, who all listened with a certain intensity to the sorting hat as it spoke of your qualities and what you lacked.

You wished your parents were here to support you. You didn't recognise any of these students. You felt almost like prey to a predator. You felt lost and alone. You needed to be brave, to have confidence in yourself - you'd already made a friend, Draco, and despite him slowly showing his truer colours as the train ride went on, you valued your friendship for him regardless.

"Interesting... very interesting indeed..."

You squirmed upon hearing the hat chuckle to your thoughts.

"Bravery. Yes, indeed you value bravery. Which is why you must be..."

"Gryffindor!"

[thegatheringdust]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Pansy Parkinson, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Original Male Character(s), Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom Additional Tags: Auror Harry Potter, draco works in a magical antiques shop, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Light Angst, POV Alternating, Trauma, Grief/Mourning, Healing, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Magical Artifacts, there's romance! there's crime! there's pocket watches!, what more could you want, Depressed Harry Potter, mild body horror Summary:

Draco knows how to fix almost anything. When customers bring him their broken antiques and oddities, he always finds a way to repair them.

But the day that Harry Potter walks through the door, asking uncomfortable questions about illicit Dark artefacts, Draco begins to wonder if maybe there's one thing he can't fix.

[jegulusfics]

the golden king by maladaptivewriting

word count: 319,416

finished?: No

main pairings: James/Regulus, Remus/Sirius, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

warnings: graphic depictions of violence

summary:

When Regulus Black woke up in 1991 after he was supposed to die twelve years prior, he realized two things. One, the locket he had worked so hard to steal had never been destroyed so the Dark Lord was still alive. And two, Harry Potter, James Potter's son, was in danger.

OR

Regulus goes to school with the Golden Trio.

my personal thoughts below

oh my godddddddd i love this fic with my whole heart and soul. you get regulus, sirius, and remus raising harry. you get so much angst. there is so much content. it is one giant slow burn between every pairing. its so fun to read. the author is so great at doing what they do. it goes through the events of the books, but certain things are changed because of regulus, and they are done so well. im just dying for the next update i wont even lie.

[dracofuego]

A Strange Thing Called Love pt 2.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem! Reader

Genre: Slowburn, Angst, a bit of Fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Hi this chapter is a bit short I apologize! I still hope you enjoy and I will try and make the third chapter a bit longer! I also post this series on ao3 account belovedcherub if you prefer to read it there. Regardless, I hope you all have a happy reading ^o^ ~

Part: 01

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Chapter 2: Starry Night

The library is one of the places at Hogwarts that you have deemed to cherish. Around every corner, innumerable books were lined up perfectly; the leather bindings of the books ranging from taupe to mahogany to sage. Each row consisted of old hickory wooden chairs, coupled with long, sturdy tables. Choosing a seat near one of the large windows displaying the scenery of the outside, you place your satchel on the table and begin taking out your materials. Being the studious person that you are, you figured a bit of light reading wouldn’t hurt too much, especially if you want to be able to pass your OWL exams. Though the exam is still far away, it would be best to get a head start and keep track of any subjects that you believe need more time working on. 

The History of Magic would be the first textbook you would start to read. It’s a subject that is your least favorite, and you might as well get it out the way instead of having to deal with it later on. Opening up the book, you begin reading and start taking notes on your notebook, noting down anything you thought to be significant. The reading wasn’t too bad and you figured a couple of hours of studying would be doable, that is until a yawn escaped your lips and your eyelids were starting to grow heavy. As you continued staring at the notebook in front of you, the bold letters you had written were getting blurry by the second, and suddenly you felt as if the world around you was slipping away. 

When you raise your head up, you immediately feel groggy and disoriented. A loud yawn escapes your lips again as you stretch your arms above your head. Looking outside the window near you, the warm orange hue of light was slowly fading away below the horizon. This was an indication to you about how much time you have wasted napping in the library. Frustrated, you gather your belongings and head out the library, making your way to your dorm.

Surprisingly, none of your roommates appeared to have arrived yet. You didn’t mind, as you enjoyed the comfort of being alone at times. You take out your wand and use Wingardium Leviosa on random items scattered around the empty dorm room– a habit you tend to do whenever you get bored. 

Looking outside your window, the orange hues were now replaced with midnight blue. Stars scattered across the clear night sky, and as much as you wanted to admire them the view from your window wasn’t the greatest. But that gave you an idea to head up to the Astronomy Tower, since you still had some extra time to kill. Fortunately, you hadn’t hit curfew and as long as you returned to your room on time everything should be fine.

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The Astronomy Tower is the perfect place to admire the lovely starry night. The midnight sky appears stagnant. The beaming bright moon illuminated the swift, magical trees below. Tiny specks of light on the dark canvas accompanied the moon on its adventure, each forming their own images revealing the tales of their journey. With further admiration, you recognize some of their names already; Aquila, Delphinus, Draco. 

Your heart flutters at the image of Draco on the dark canvas. Its perfect illuminated figure smiling right at you, a magnetism drawing you closer,  inviting you on their adventure. Closing your eyes, the alluring constellation remains crystal clear in your mind. You stay like that for a moment, enjoying the sweet warmth of innocence flowing through your veins. Deep in thought, you were unaware of the footsteps approaching up the staircase as you continued to meditate.  It wasn’t until you heard a small mumble next to you that woke you from your trance. 

Your eyes flutter open and you slowly turn your head. The white light reflected off his ice-gray orbs, his alabaster skin and milky white hair complementing the dark canvas and its muses. Your heart roared, the palpitations growing stronger and your breathing sounding louder through your ears. He was only a few feet away from you, his beaming eyes still looking through you. You gulp and start drumming your fingers against your side, breaking eye contact as your attention goes back to the masterpiece above. You felt the heat rising on your cheeks, silently hoping that the moonlight didn’t betray you and exposed your true emotions. 

He takes note of your skittishness, the complete opposite of your behavior just seconds before. When he reached the top of the tower he didn’t expect you out of all people to be here at this time of the night. When he walked closer to you he couldn’t help but feel a source of tranquility with how relaxed you looked. With your eyes closed, he was able to further examine your features. The stars doing you a favor as your skin gleamed before him.  Your breathing slow and quiet as the whispering breeze blew around your hair against your face, making him chuckle.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Draco commented, breaking up the ice. 

You look back to him, his hands gripped on the railing as he looks up at the starry night. He looks down at you, waiting for your response. Your eyes beamed with delight, a wide smile forming on your lips, “Yes. Pretty.”

The silence between the two of you grew, but nonetheless you enjoyed the solace of his company. Looking at the dark canvas, the images from earlier that you encountered were still present, and you wondered what he thought about them.

“What do you think about them?” your finger points to the different patterns of light formed in the deep night sky. He observes them carefully. Each of the images had their own uniqueness, but there was one that stood out to him.

“Hmm.. I would say Scorpius is the one I admire the most. What about you?” 

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if your response would be taken lightly. Regardless, it was the truth and hopefully he would misinterpret it as a way of confessing your feelings to him.

“I can’t really choose. There’s a few that I like. Delphinus is one of them. I know it’s supposed to be a dolphin because of the name, and dolphins are cute. But I like Draco too..” Your eyes didn’t bother to look at him as you responded, in fear of his reaction. He was quiet for a moment, the symphony of his laughter then easing the tension of the atmosphere. 

The butterflies in your stomach did a somersault with each harmony escaping his lips. Your brows furrowed, a giant question mark popping out of your head wondering what he thought was so funny.

“For a second I thought you were talking about me.” his tone hinted of arrogance, his cocky smirk making your heart palpitate faster than ever.

“N-no. I just really like how it looks like a dragon and I think dragons are cool...” He laughs again, confusion still written all over your face.

“I know, I just didn’t think you would be that gullible.” 

Your mouth widens and your cheeks flood in heat from embarrassment. “H-hey I’m not that gullible! I’m more perceptive than you may think.”

This time a genuine smile forms on his face. He doesn’t say anything after that, and for a moment you were internally grateful so you wouldn’t have to embarrass yourself anymore. You look at him with adoration in your eyes, a soft smile appearing on your lips. But when he looks at you again, the familiar coldness in his eyes returns. His demeanor suddenly shifts, and he quickly turns around and heads to the staircase. Your train of thought was running on the express line, giving you whiplash. 

His head turns around and gives you one last look. The gloomy expression on his face was evident as the dark contrast of the night covered half of his face, resembling the third quarter of a moon. His right hand was fidgeting with something in his pocket. You wanted to say something and ask him if everything was okay, but before you could do so he was already heading down the stairs, disappearing from your sight.

Standing alone in the Astronomy Tower, melancholy hit you like a tidal wave. Because in that moment you realized that your feelings for Draco will not go away, even if he did not reciprocate. 

[melensolo]

Novi Val chap. 4

previous chapter masterlist draco x fem reader 

Training with ‘Dumbledore’s Army’ has gone well to say the least. You trained every day, for weeks. You learn a lot every practice. You also felt closer to your peers. You started to hang out with people other than Luna, and you don’t mean that in a bad way. She’s nice and quirky and honest, but it’s nice to have other people to hang around with. 

On free days you would find yourself hanging out with Hermione, Ron and Harry when not with Luna. The three of them were a joy to be around and they made you feel included as best they could. It wasn’t when you were with Theo and his friends. Theodore forced you in, and the trio made you comfortable enough that you could come if you wanted; or didn’t want.

It’s a shame that you would split up with them during Christmas break, you had to go home and they were going who-knows-where. You would much rather be with them or Luna over break, but that wasn’t an option for you. Your father made that very clear in the most recent letter he sent you. 

“..it is of utmost importance that you and I have a talk once you arrive at the manor.”

It wouldn’t surprise you if your father had caught wind about your newfound friends and doesn’t approve. It was no secret your father loathes anyone who is not Slytherin, including you. When you were sorted into Ravenclaw it wasn’t only your brother who was disappointed, it was your father as well. After your first year he had threatened not to send you back. You had to plead with him to let you go back. Promising that you’ll prove yourself to him and keep your grades up, and you did. 

“Y/N.. you should visit us during break.” Ron said, breaking you from your thoughts. You started eating breakfast with the trio when Luna wasn’t there. Which was often. 

You looked at him with a sad smile, “I would love that.. but I’m not sure if my father would allow me to do that.. I’m sure you know how my family is.”

“That’s true, Y/N, now thinking about it you’re different from the other pure-blood families..” Hermione said, before looking at Ron “ Uh, the death eater ones I mean.” 

You felt weird now.

“My father.. Isn’t a death eater.” 

The air was tense. “But he was? Wasn’t he?” Hermione countered.

“Well I mean.. Yeah, but that doesn’t define me.. Or my brother.” 

God, you need to get out of here.

It was quiet until Harry finally spoke up, “Well yeah of course, not. Not you at least, but your brother-”

You cut him off before he could finish. You abruptly stood from your spot. Whatever he was about to say you didn’t want to hear it. “Excuse me, I need to get ready to leave.”

You’d be a liar to say you weren’t ashamed of your father’s past. It left a stain on you and your brother. Things are different now. Right?

Just because your brother is Slytherin and one of Umbridge’s henchmen now doesn’t make him a bad guy. Just because he and Draco’s gang has tried countless times to catch ‘Dumbledore’s Army’ in the act, doesn’t make him a bad guy. Honestly, it's a wonder he hasn’t seen you yet. Those Weasley twin’s smoke bombs work wonders.

 Theo’s still the big brother that comforted you after mother’s death. Even though you should have been the one to comfort him. He was the one that saw it. He’s the one that defended you from father’s wrath after he heard you were put into Ravenclaw. He was so sweet, he could never follow down the wrong path like father once had. He’s different.

When you were walking away from the table you heard Ron scold his two friends “Great going guys, she hates us now.”

That was wrong. You didn’t hate them. You hated yourself. You hated Draco, who would snicker whenever you walked past. You hated that your parents had you at such an old age. You hated the whole pure-blood versus muggles and half-bloods thing. You hated the war and everything that came with it. You hated you-know-who. 

You hated how life was cruel.

You hated that you should be grateful for your privilege. You just wish it was given to someone else.

You found yourself sprinting to go collect your luggage from your shared bedroom, wanting to leave as soon as possible. You grabbed your stuff and quickly walked through the groups of kids that were wishing each other farewell. Eventually you found yourself in front of Hogwarts, looking for your brother. He was the only one you wanted to see right now. Then you saw him, he was standing by a train with his luggage on the ground next to him.

He was standing with Draco and Blaise, no surprise there. You walked over to them and did something you couldn’t imagine yourself ever doing before. Lest it kill you from embarrassment. 

You embraced Theo in a hug, dropping your stuff on the ground next to you. You dug your head into his chest. After a few moments the boy wrapped his arms around you. You missed this, you missed him. You missed when life was easy. 

You didn’t care if the two other boys were giving you weird looks, or if they weren’t. You don’t care if everyone in the vicinity was watching you, or if they weren’t.

“What’s wrong, Duckling?” he whispered, so that only you could hear. That was a name he hasn’t called you in years. It came to be because you would always follow him around the manor, like a lost duckling. 

You hugged him a little harder.

“I missed this.”

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You didn’t sit by your brother on the train ride back. He had already told Draco, Blaise, and Pansy that he’d sit with them. You would rather die than sit with them. At first, you were alone but then the familiar trio found their way to you.

“We’re really sorry about earlier.” Hermione said after knocking and opening the door to your car.

“Yeah, we feel awful.” Harry added.

You couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything negative towards them. Even if you had wanted to, which is good because you did not want to. 

“It’s okay, I think I overreacted anyway. I even went all the way to embarrass myself afterwards.” you felt yourself heat up, post-embarrassment finally sinking it. It honestly felt nice in the moment, but you wish you waited until you were back at the manor to do such a thing.

Ron laughed, “The hug thing- yeah we caught sight of that, it was-” 

Hermione shut him up by smacking his shoulder. 

Harry cut in, “I thought it was sweet actually.”

You awkwardly laughed. “Do you guys want to sit here?” you said while moving your belongings out of the way.

“That would be nice, thank you.” Hermione said, as she came in. Ron and Harry followed suit. 

With them here, this ride will surely go by fast. “So, about your offer of visiting you guys during break..”

“Offer still stands, we can even come get you ourselves.. and if we need to break you out, we can do that. Ask Harry!” Ron joked. 

“I’ll definitely let you know if I need an escape.” you laughed. “I would love to be with you guys, it’s so boring at my house and my father is so strict with me!”

“Well it can’t be so bad, you seem like a family person.” Hermione chimed in.

She wouldn’t know what it’s like to have a father you constantly have to prove yourself to.

“I guess you might be right.” you laughed sadly.

 The rest of the ride consisted of the four of you laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Before you knew it you found yourself at the steps of the manor you grew up in. It was a four story brick building. It had bushes and trees that outlined the walkway.

Your brother started walking to the door, and you followed closely behind. 

Why was there no one to greet you two? Usually there was a maid here to welcome you guys back home. Today there was nobody.

When you finally walked through the door, you saw all the house elves working quickly to tidy up. You only saw them work this diligently when your father was going to be hosting a dinner with some other families. 

Suddenly one of the house elves noticed the two of you. 

“Welcome back, Young Master Nott and Lady Nott.”

You knew the elf meant well, but you can’t help but bring yourself to hate when you are called ‘Lady Nott’ instead of ‘Miss Nott’ it is a sore reminder that your mother is dead, and you are the lady of this house; until Theodore marries someone that is. 

You were brought back to reality when Theodore asked where your father was. 

“He is in his room, Young Master Nott.”

Theodore thanked the elf, before having him bring both of your luggages to your rooms.

“I think father is having a.. work.. dinner. I’m sure we’re gonna be expected to be there, so take some time to rest.” he paused for a second, seemingly deciding what he was going to say next. “And.. we can talk about what’s bothering you later.” 

You gave him a slow nod, to acknowledge his words. You now greatly regret your actions earlier in the day. Your emotions definitely got the best of you. 

Quickly, you went up the stairs to find your room. It looked just as you left it. Minus the suitcase that is sitting next to your bed from the house elf.

Your room was spacious to say the least. It had many windows and a king-sized bed. You wouldn’t say your room was boring, but it definitely wasn’t your personal taste.

You decided to go to your desk, from a drawer you pulled out paper, ink, and a quill. It hasn’t even been two hours and you already wish for your new friends to come save you. This house was suffocating to say the least. 

Dear friends,

Is that too formal? You scrunched that piece of paper up and threw it aside.

Hello guys, 

That just sounds too.. weird. You scrunched that one up too, and threw it with the other. 

Save me asap. I beg you. 

Your friend, Y/N

That will have to do. It’s small but they won’t care. You folded the paper up and stamped it with the signature Nott family crest seal. You would have to wait to send it after your father’s dinner. If they showed up to get you before the dinner then your father would notice your absence and would surely punish you for it. 

You hadn’t even realized it but three hours had already passed. Dinner would be soon, usually your brother would come to escort you when it was time. You quickly dug through your wardrobe for an appropriate dress. You settled for an all black, knee-length, dress. 

Once, you showed up not dressed as “ Lady of the house” and your father lashed out at you after the dinner was over. Ever since then you did your best to live to the expectation he wants.

You threw on a simple sterling necklace with a blue sapphire. A little reflection of your Hogwarts house. 

You quickly put your hair into an easy hairstyle. You would wear makeup, but your father despised it. When you were adding your final touches, you heard three melodic knocks at your door.

Only your brother knocked at your door like that. 

Quickly you threw on a pair of heels and then opened the door. Your brother smiled and then offered you his arm. You wrapped your arm around his and the two started walking to the dining room. 

“I talked to Father..” he started. You looked up at him, urging him to continue. “..a few kids from school will be there tonight, but there is something else you need to-”

You stopped him. “Who’s gonna be there?”

“Pansy Parkinson, Balise Zabini, the Greengrass sisters, Draco Malfoy, and some others.”

Parkinson, Zabini, Greengrass, Malfoy..

Those are all names of pure-blood families. Death eater families nonetheless.

Whatever tonight’s dinner was for, you didn’t think you wanted to know.

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Wicked Serpentine (Part 7)

pairing: draco malfoy x femravenclaw!oc summary: slowburn enemies to lovers fic, a TON of parts. (continued after ... 3 years..) i'm back lol)

general fic warnings: blood purism, bullying, swearing, descriptive physical danger, violence. Awful Draco

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The class had gone by rather quickly, my mind quickly diving into the work at hand. I very easily learned how to hold my wand and use it from Professor Flitwick. Not that it was relevant to the nonverbal spells we’d be learning, but he was kind enough to teach me regardless.

It was easy to talk to Flitwick considering he seemed to have an unquellable interest in the muggle world. He wanted to know what it was like to be unaware of magic for so long. I wasn’t sure if it was common knowledge among all my professors that I was an absolutely green witch, but I was glad I didn’t have to explain.

Instead, I was free to banter with him, speaking of food and music and dastardly chores from back home. He seemed particularly interested in music and we dove down a path of pop and the multitude of different artists that existed in the muggle world.

It was nice to get lost in that little world for a while before the clock chimed again, signalling for students to head to the dining hall.

At least this time, I’d be able to follow anyone here to the Great Hall and wouldn’t have to rely on… I stopped myself. I attempted to gloss over the way here in my head, deciding it was something to think about later. Or never.

Arriving, I was a bit bothered I didn’t see Cho anywhere. Nor could my eyes seek out a fizzly blonde with weird glasses perched atop her head. I only had seconds left before the bodies strolling by me would thin out and I’d be left alone and pitiful looking.

As if noticing my predicament, I recognized a voice calling my name. My eyes darted to the source and released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. It was Harry. He was seated across from Ron, who sat next to a brown-haired girl I recognized as his partner from Potions.

I steadily walked over, finding a space next to Harry. The girl was nose deep in a book, leading me to double check the color of her school tie. How interesting.

Harry noticed my curiosity towards her and let a small laugh escape him.

“That’s Hermione. It’s a wonder she isn’t in your house.”

Her head darted up, glaring at him. She picked food off of her plate and took a few bites before responding.

“No it’s not, you’re just being rude.” She stated plainly.

She couldn’t help a smile from crossing her face as she rolled her eyes, finally looking over at me. She sat her book down in her lap and stretched her hand across the table to shake mine.

“Hermione Granger. Pleasure to meet you.”

I took her hand, feeling ease wash over me. She seemed sweet and genuine, the same as the two other Gryffindor’s I’d met so far. Maybe this house was tolerable. Or at least, she was.

“Eris Woodwork. The pleasure’s mine.” I managed, trying to copy the same warmth they had when they talked to people.

I heard Ron stifle a laugh and both Hermione and I turned questioningly. Harry seemed equally as amused, his elbows propped on the table with a fork paused in his hand as he turned to Ron.

“It’s… It’s like she’s multiplying! Blimey mate, it’s a bookworm invasion!” He exclaimed, a mock grief painting his face. Hermione elbowed him again as Harry pressed his knuckles against his own lips, hiding a smile.

She looked back down at her book and a half-smile ghosted her face.

“If you keep mucking about, your food will turn cold.” She spoke matter-of-factly.

I watched Ron’s eyes widen and his mouth open and close like a fish before he nodded and began digging into his plate like no tomorrow. It was quite an odd sight and I found it hard to tear my eyes away until Harry spoke.

“So Eris, are you enjoying Hogwarts so far? Sorry if Ron and I distracted you in Potions. I swear it won’t happen again.” His last note was tinged with a bit of shame and I met his eyes. I wasn’t expecting an apology but it was rather pleasant.

“It’s fine, really-”

Ron cut me off with his mouth full of food, his words muffled by what looked like mashed potatoes.

“It’sf…” He paused and chewed, shoveling more food in his mouth. “...all tha’ bloody nonce Malfoy’s fault,” was all I understood as he griped, the rest more nonsense than the first part. I felt myself visibly stiffen at the name.

Hermione exasperatedly slammed her book closed and pursed her lips, turning to Ron.

“No one can understand a bloody word from your mouth, you’re the nonce.”

He turned to her and pointed a finger at her, swallowing his latest bite.

“You understood the word nonce!”

She pinched the bridge of her nose and they bickered back and forth long enough for me to tune it into the rest of the Hall’s loud conversations. I began to zone out as I ate and Harry turned to face me in his seat in an attempt to continue the conversation Ron had cut through.

“Sorry again, he’s a bit loud.” He shrugged.

I nodded. I could tell that at least. I decided to pick through what I should tell him without saying too much. Finally, I decided to just remark on the school.

“I love it here so far, the school itself is just gorgeous.” I felt like a bit ingenuine choosing that reply, but thankfully Harry hadn’t noticed.

“Oh yeah, it really is.” He seemed to glance up at the windows and scan his eyes over the tables, his eyes halting harshly in one spot. I followed his gaze and my limbs locked.

He was staring directly at a particular blond-haired boy, who was laughing and smirking across the hall as if he’d just done the most dastardly thing. I could see a glint of hostility in Harry’s eyes and almost as if he felt the glare, Malfoy looked up.

His eyes met Harry’s and I could swear I felt immediate unease just being next to the recipient of his leering. It looked like nothing short of a distraction could break their ogling deathmatch, so I gently tapped his shoulder.

“Harry?”

He head snapped back to me, a tension inside him visibly dissolving. Malfoy’s eyes met mine and I watched his lips press into a tight line.

I broke first, facing Harry. Shooting a short, questioning glance at me, he forked his food into his mouth.

“Yeah?” He answered

I shrugged, mirroring him and eating my food.

“Food’s good too.” I offered as my second observation, answering his question about my enjoyment of Hogwarts.

He nodded, agreeing.

Within the next couple minutes, he and Ron were conversing again as if nothing had happened. I didn’t move to include myself and I wasn’t mentioned again, but I was glad for that.

I was just satisfied I’d had somewhere to sit and eat.

After a bit, I noticed people finishing up. A few people left and I poked and prodded at bits left on my plate. Due to my unusually formatted schedule, I didn’t have another class today. I assumed this was to allow me to digest what I’d learned and possibly practice and catch up to the best of my abilities.

I moved to the side as I noticed the three I’d sat down with preparing to leave. I attempted to catch Hermione’s attention as she got up, as I’m sure she could answer a question dancing on my tongue.

“Hermione, you know where the library is, right? Any chance you could spot me some directions from here before you go?” I lifted out of my seat, pulling parchment out of my bag in case she needed to write it down or something rather. It’d be smart to have a damn map to my destinations.

Her eyes twinkled and she motioned for my paper, plucking a quill and sitting back down momentarily with it. She scribbled lines marking the halls and wrote lefts and rights, even labelling doors I’d pass to get there. She seemed to mark a couple other directions and I raised my eyebrows as I glanced around the dining hall. It took a bit longer than I’d expected.

Folding it in four and passing it back, she hesitated for a second.

“There’s a main library that Madam Pince oversees, but if you’d like somewhere more secluded… I added some other spots. But please, be careful. This school can be treacherous.”

I nodded, curious as to what she could have simultaneously added and needed to warn me about. She stood back up from her seat and waved goodbye, exiting. Ron had barely noticed and scrambled after her and Harry placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Sit with us any time. You’re welcome over here, alright?” He grinned, taking off in the same direction as his friends.

I maneuvered my legs to the other side of the table bench I’d eaten at, now facing outwards. I watched as people spilled out of the hall on their own time, my elbows pressing into my knees and my head resting in my hands. Some people still sat in conversation, but after a good five minutes, the clock tower chimed, bringing them to their feet.

I wasn’t going to stay behind in an empty dining hall, but I had to examine this map before I could leave. I turned back to face the table, smoothing the parchment out.

Christ, she got detailed with this, didn’t she? There were lines and labels leading me to the library and to Potions, which I was thankful for. There were other directions the lines branched out in and it was almost confusing.

The library, the ‘Room of Requirement’, and the ‘Dungeons’ were listed, detailed directions to all of them. My eyebrows shot up and I tried to keep an incredulous laugh down. Fucking dungeons? I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything less from a castle.

I wasn’t sure which one scared me more. She had included a tidbit about how the Room of Requirement would appear and contain anything the person who needed it may require. I didn’t trust in my magical skills or intuition enough to wander to a magical room, but now she had intrigued me to go somewhere that wasn’t the normal library.

I noticed a shadow cast on the table as I analyzed the map and didn’t think much of it. Not until I remembered the Great Hall had mostly filed out and I should be alone. My breath hitched and I had to clear my throat to hide a cough.

The shadow spoke and I cringed at the voice, not wanting to turn around.

“If you’re headed to the dungeons, I hope something eats you down there.”

My nostrils flared. Normal library with Madam Pince it was, then. I folded the map and pretended to look for a book in my bag. Frustratingly, ignoring him didn’t make him leave.

What did he want? Why was he near me?

Giving up, I turned and tried my hardest not to look at his face. I was just going to try and leave to the stupid library. I started to stand and I watched as his hand came down on my right shoulder, pushing me back down to the seat.

I finally met his eyes. They weren’t smoldering like they had been earlier, but they were filled with something I didn’t recognize. His hand was stone on my shoulder.

“They’ve already got a mudblood in their pathetic little group. You’re not even in their house.” He spat. I wondered for a second if his hate for the three of them outweighed his hatred for me. If this was an insult or thickly disguised advice.

“I didn’t recognize anyone at the Ravenclaw table.” I muttered quietly, looking down at the floor. He removed his hand from my shoulder as if it burned him to touch me.

“I’d pity you if you weren’t a worm in the dirt, Woodwork.” His tone was unreadable.

I felt my shoulders slump. It was still the first day and I was already tired of these interactions.

“Yeah. Dirt on the floor, filthy mudblood, stain of a girl. I think I’ve got it pretty down pat. Thanks.” I sighed heavily, now able to stand.

I didn’t bother to check his face, walking out. Hermione’s directions carried me to the library with ease and I had to figure out to scrub yet another interaction out of my mind on the way there.

I’m at Hogwarts to study and learn magic.

Draco be damned.

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Year Two: The Chamber Entrance

Chapter List

WC: 1,112

29th May, 1993

Violet didn't know what she was doing. 

It was nearing eleven at night, and despite feeling exhausted from a long day of studying, she couldn't sleep. She decided to go for a walk, maybe read a bit in the common room, but she found it just as impossible to get comfortable on the couch as her bed. So she did the one thing all students were expressly forbidden from doing- she decided to wander the castle.

It was deathly silent as she walked around, and just as dark, as all the lights had been extinguished. She wasn't sure where she'd wandered to, until she heard a rush of footsteps coming near her. 

She pressed herself against the wall, hidden in the shadows, until the footsteps receded. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, suddenly worried about being caught, but she moved down the hall as she heard hushed voices.

She tucked herself against the wall, leaning slightly around the corner to see the group of professors. Movement in the corner of her eye had her jumping back, until she realised it was only Harry and Ron. They shared a wide-eyed look before all leaning around the corner to listen.

"...The Heir of Slytherin has left another message." Professor McGonagall was saying to the group, "Our worst fear has been realised, a student has been taken by the monster into the chamber itself! The students must be sent home; I'm afraid this is the end of Hogwarts."

Violet looked over to the two boys, who had equally panicked expressions. 

"So sorry. Dozed off." Professor Lockhart said, joining the group, "What have I missed?"

"A girl has been snatched by the monster, Lockhart." Snape replied, his tone ever annoyed, "Your moment has come at last."

"My m-moment?" Lockhart stuttered.

"Weren't you saying just last night that you've known all along where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is?" 

Violet had to stifle her gasp, equal parts shocked and annoyed that the professor knew such information but hadn't done anything to help.

It was silent for a long moment, until McGonagall spoke up, "That's settled. We'll leave you to deal with the monster, Gilderoy. Your skills, after all, are legend."

"Very well! I'll just be in my office getting, uh... Getting ready." Lockhart took off quickly, presumably towards his office.

"Who is it that the monster's taken, Minerva?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"Ginny Weasley." 

All of the professors left then, revealing more blood writing on the wall.

"Her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever"

Violet looked over to Ron, his face a mixture of terror and shock. 

"Let's go." Harry urged, starting down the hallway.

"Wait, where are you going?" Violet questioned, following after them.

"To find Professor Lockhart. We have to go down into the Chamber of Secrets and save Ginny." Harry responded, glancing behind him at the shellshocked Ron.

"Wait, you can't just go down there!" She tried to plead, "It's dangerous!"

"This whole school is dangerous, Violet!" He responded, finally stopping in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, "Now, are you coming or not?"

Violet didn't know how to respond, so she simply stood there as Harry and Ron barged into the classroom. She argued with herself for several minutes on why she couldn't go with them, why she shouldn't go with them, and why she should go with them. She was no Hermione Granger, but she was still well practiced with her wand. By the time she'd made up her mind, the boys were walking out of the classroom, their wands pointed at Professor Lockhart.

"Harry!" She gasped, "What on earth are you doing?!"

"He's a liar and a traitor," He said hotly. Violet wanted to ask for more, but the trio was already walking away. She sighed and followed after them.

They were quiet until they entered the girls' bathroom on the second floor, stopping as they came face to face with Moaning Myrtle. 

"Oh, who's there?" She sighed, then smiled and giggled upon seeing Harry, "Oh! Hello, Harry. Oh, what do you want?" 

Harry spoke slowly, "To ask you how you died."

"Oh, it was dreadful." She was floating above the toilet cubicles, and she pointed at the one below her, "It happened right here in this very cubicle. I'd hidden because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses. I was crying... and then, somebody came in."

"Who was it, Myrtle?" Harry asked.

"I don't know! I was distraught!" She huffed and sighed as she floated towards the group, stopping just in front of Harry, "But they said something funny, a kind of made-up language. And I realised it was a boy speaking so I unlocked the door to tell him to go away. And... I died."

"Just like that? How?"

"I just remember seeing a pair of great, big, yellow eyes over there by that sink." She nodded and pointed to the sink, then she left, moaning and whimpering.

Ron kept his taped up wand pointed at Lockhart as Harry moved to examine the sink, "This is it. I think this is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets."

Lockhart looked at Harry with a wild look in his eyes, but stayed silent. Ron urged Harry to say something in Parseltongue. Harry closed his eyes before murmuring something in the Parseltonue. 

The group all stepped back as the sinks began to shift, sliding away from each other as the one Harry had determined to be the 'door' slid into the ground. They revealed a large, gaping hole in the ground; the darkness so black they couldn't see the bottom. 

Lockhart sighed in exasperation, "Excellent, Harry. Ah, good work. Well then, I'll just be, uh... There's no need for me to stay!" 

Harry, Ron, and Violet all blocked the professor as he tried to run out the door.

"Oh, yes, there is!" Harry huffed as the three students shoved the professor backwards, nearly sending him into the pit, "You first."

"Now, really, what good would it do?"

"Better you than us." Ron responded.

"Um, but... Obviously, yes." Lockhart seemed to accept his fate, though begrudgingly, as he turned and examined the hole, "Sure you don't want to test it first?"

Ron poked Lockhart in the back, effectively pushing him into the hole. Violet felt a sense of satisfaction as Lockhart yelled the whole way down. It took several seconds for the telltale thud to signify he had hit the bottom. 

"It's really quite filthy down here." Lockhart said, letting the trio know he was alive.

Violet groaned, "I'm really going to regret this." 

Then she jumped.

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Draco Malfoy... and the fatigue of doing things again.

Draco Malfoy and… the fatigue of doing things again.

Rating: Teen and Up Published: 2022-10-17 Completed: Not yet completely published, but yes. Words: 4.231 Chapters: 10/16 Updates Every Monday

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I'm working on drawing some of my favorite scenes from my fanfics... Here is a little snippet of chapter eight (8)

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“... Hagrid?” 

“Ah! Sorry ther’ Harry - got a lil distracted. What did yer say?”

“I asked why you needed to see Dumbledore. If you can say, that is.”

“Nothin’ to worry ‘bout. I’m missin’ a rooster, yer see, an by the looks of it students stole it. Professor McGonagall an’ professor Snape wer’ lookin’ fer em’.” He scratched his beard, thinking. “Why students need me rooster for?”.

“The Professors didn't say?” Asked Draco.

“Not really.” Hagrid thought about it and then added. “They did mention ‘the Chamber of Secrets’, but I dun think it has to do with me rooster.”  Hagrid saw movement besides him, then Harry tripped lightly and looked nastily towards Draco. What was that all about?

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Introducing Beatrice:

Meet Beatrice Selwyn, the main character of my Harry Potter fanfiction!

Beatrice is the daughter of one of the sacred 28 pureblood families, cast away and disowned after her father was dishonorably killed during the 1st Wizarding War. Luckily, she was located and rescued by her - now - father, Warren Selwyn (you'll meet him later). He's technically her uncle, but as he raised her and took care of her most of her life, to her, he's her father.

Beatrice is involved in a very long slowburn with the Slytherin Prince himself, Draco Malfoy (though I'm sure you need no introduction).

You'll have more chances to see her later, but I hope you enjoyed this character introduction.