#draco's journal is actually so embarrassing

[onbeinganangel]

content: draco/harry, cutesy shit, fluff, getting together, alcohol, drunkenness, vomiting

for @babooshkart, basically the strongest lass i did ever see. for my Tarot Card Drabbles series

[for easier reading:

Draco Malfoy’s Guide to Taming A Lion: 

Step one involves a drunk Harry Potter being sick on your brand new shoes, and you having to undress him in a way very different to all those sad fantasies you had in Year Six.

Step two includes a surprisingly domestic breakfast, and lots of awkward apologising. 

Steps three to seven are a bit of a blur: a combination of dinner dates, walks in the park, an embarrassing incident of coming-in-pants, and too many brown-paper-wrapped pastries sneakily left on your workdesk, at which stage you have tamed your lion, and there’s no going back.]

[ethansespresso]

the disgrace

chapter 2.

word count: 1101

triggers: anxiety, depression, self-harm, drugs, overdosing, alcohol, eating disorders, homophobia, major character death, mentions of abuse, direct abuse, and a not so happy ending.

the week to follow wasn't any better. to be honest, the whole semester was absolute murder. the name-calling, the taunting, and the outright bullying hadn't stopped. so, draco took it upon himself to show potter exactly what he had caused. it was his fault that everyone thought he was a complete prat, so, he was going to make it so potter would feel a bit of the same sour emotions.

his mother wrote back to him that following week, though. sympathising, she made sure to send him homemade chocolates with the letter; of which read in summary: i love you, don't listen to them, stay safe. he sent her back a letter to thank her, and that he would keep her updated on all major events-and minor ones-that happened while he was away. he quite enjoyed writing to his mum, it gave him a sort of peace-it made him feel much less shit about the current situation he was in.

over the course of valentine's day weekend, draco had an urge to write harry an anonymous poem-or note, he wasn't really the best with poetry. and worse yet, he did. he didn't send it of course, as he found it much too embarrassing to ever let anyone see. he stuffed it in his box of 'secret stuff', which also contained: lofepramine, the letters from his mum, his journal, his favorite quill, the chocolates, and his necklace that he put in an even smaller box before he went to bed each night. all of these things he hoped no-one would find out about, so the box and its contents were kept under an invisibility spell at all times.

draco made it his life's goal to taunt potter and make him feel the exact same way. he felt as though it was quite petty, but then again his urge to make himself better than the other houses proved greater than his conscience. he called him names, told him how stupid people were for liking him and that he, in fact, was nothing to be gloated over. harry never responded much to these comments, which draco found quite offensive. he learned that getting a proper reaction out of potter would be a lot harder than draco liked, but he had the patients for it. his desire for potter to be mad at him-to be upset with him-was so much stronger than anything he had ever felt before. sometimes harry would roll his eyes, sometimes he'd make some quirky face or call him out, but never-absolutely never-had he actually said something to him in retaliation. but he was bound to, right? how long can someone go while being constantly made to feel like lesser of a person before completely snapping?

draco had gone eleven years. and counting. maybe potter was stronger than he looked? maybe they had a lot more in common then draco wanted to admit.

"we're nothing alike!" he snapped at crabbe, bewildered he'd ever suggest such a thing. "he's a little, stupidly famous, glottouness prick. he lived with muggles his entire life, he's friends with that mudblood-" who draco really didn't mind, come to think of it. "and that filthy weasley." who he'd never actually met properly. "and he thinks he's so fucking great because what? he said some gibberish as an infant and voldemort went away?" he shouts, glaring at both of them trying to keep his eyes from watering. he could feel the burn of the salt in his eyes from the tears building up. he'd said his name, nothing could stop him now.

"alright mate, no need to get your panties in a twist." goyle frowns at him, stepping back as draco's face reddened.

"get my panties in a twist? get my panties in a fucking twist? honestly, goyle, do you have any bloody clue what you're on about? my father has been up my ass because of potter ever since voldemort left. you know what, fuck you. fuck both of you." draco says angrily, starting to walk back to his dorm. he stormed past potter, finding the worst time to let any noise out of his mouth; especially a distressed whimper.

"are you alright?" harry asks gently, draco freezing at the sound of his voice.

he lets out a shaky, sarcastic laugh. "do i look alright? do i look any fraction of the tormenting word?" he throws his hands up, whipping around to face the other boy. his face was red and blotchy, tears streaming steadily as he frantically tried to wipe them away.

"do you wanna come to the bathroom with me?" harry mumbles, taking a few steps towards draco who immediately backed away. "just," he lets out a soft sigh. "come with me, okay?"

draco nodded meekly, following harry to the bathroom.

"what do you want, potter? gonna tell your gaggle about how you caught me crying?" draco sniffs, hugging his knees to his chest with his back pressed against the cold wall.

"no. i just wanna know what happened." harry says softly, sitting across from him. he looked thoughtful, intuitive, gentle, and willing to listen. he made draco feel better, he made him feel calmer and have more coherent thoughts. fuck, draco hated to think. he knew he was in his head too much but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"i think i forgot to take my-" he stopped himself. he wasn't going to tell harry about anything in his secret box. harry didn't deserve to know. "nevermind."

"i won't tell anyone you're on medication, draco. it's nothing to be ashamed of, either." harry says, his first name sounding pleasant in his mouth.

"do you really want to know, then?" he raises an eyebrow at harry as he stared into the soft blue. draco's eyes were filled with hate, sadness, love. looking into them, harry felt as if he would drown trying to decipher everything going on inside of them. harry only nods though, giving draco the air to speak. "i take lofepramine. it's some stupid drug to help my serotonin or whatever. don't go looking into it, and don't tell that bloody granger anything about it. she'd probably show up at my door with a list of its ingredients and all the side effects it has." he mumbles, looking at his hands and how they trembled ever so slightly.

"is that an antidepressant? draco are you depressed?" harry asks, his voice laced with shock.

"i don't want to talk about it." he whispers.

"i'll listen whenever you're ready." harry replies.

[jadedxrealityw]

-Fragile- George Weasley x Female Reader

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   Kody: I know another George x reader, fight me. This is based around the quote “She was not fragile like a flower, she was fragile like a bomb” -Rahul Singh Rathour.

   Summary: George Weasley falls for a Slytherin girl who was an expert at keeping her negative emotions hidden. He was her little light at Hogwarts and kept her sane for the most part. Until one day when she’s pushed over the edge. 

   House: Slytherin

   Possible Triggers / Warnings: mental breakdowns, child neglect, manipulation, shit parents, panic attacks.  

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    She was not fragile like a flower, she was fragile like a bomb

   maybe you should have seen a therapist when you were little. Bottling up emotions was considered self destructive by most sane people, but it had become second nature. Growing up with parents who were always fighting, you just learned to keep things to yourself, so you weren’t a burden. 

   it was odd, despite all the shit you were put through, you were still kind. You were still yourself. You found comfort in fellow housemates like Draco Malfoy. You avoided him since he seemed like a snob, plus he was younger then you, but all that changed once you found him crying in a broom closet.

   the school year had only just started and he explained to you that his parents had been bickering with each other the whole time while shopping for new books. You didn’t speak a word of your family to him because you felt like it would take attention from his problem. You didn’t want to be selfish

   you and Draco soon became friends after that, but even as you two grew closer you never told him about your problems. You continued to bottle things up, which didn’t make much sense, since you had someone to confide to, maybe you had gotten so used to hiding your inner demons.

   you had heard of the Weasleys, pureblood family who had a lot of children. All of them different in so many ways, but exactly the same. The one who had caught your attention was George Weasley. Him and his brother were always up to something that involved a potion.

   lucky for you, you were always brewing a potion when you had freetime. Due to all the stress and not having a way to let it go, you would make yourself a draught of peace to keep your emotions in order. it worked for the most bit, it only lasted a couple hours so you only took it during classes.

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   6th Year

   you were stirring your elixir with a utensil when the creaking sound of the door opening caught your attention. You look from the cauldron and towards two ginger haired twins that were giggling and whispering things to each other that you couldn’t hear. 

   “Alright you grab the stuff we need- oh”

   both of them had looked up at you, freezing in there spots. “I’m guessing you're not supposed to be in here?” you spoke, going back to stirring. They both looked at each other before Fred Weasley spoke up “Your not going to say anything are you?”

   you simply shrug your shoulders before placing the utensil on the table “I could care less, as long as you don’t say anything either” you say. The both of them grin before Fred goes to the cupboards to gather his needed ingredients, leaving you with George. 

     he casually steps over to you and leans over your shoulder to look into your cauldron. He didn’t have to lean at all actually, he was much taller then you. “A draught of peace? Feeling stressed lately?” he questions, cocking his head to the side in a curious manner. 

   stressed was an understatement , but he didn’t know that “Something like that” you respon, figuring if you gave him a vague answer he’d take that as a sign to leave you alone. George only seemed more curious “How mysterious” he mumbles lowly to himself before leaving you to your potion.

   eventually you fill up about five vials full of potion and put your cauldron back in it’s respective area. Once you pocket the vials, you leave the twins to there mischievous task and you were on your way. That was your first encounter with George Weasley.

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   five vials only lasted you a week, so later on a friday night you snuck out of your dorm and into the potions classroom. You had on a grey hoodie, black leggings, and fuzzy white socks, something you wore to sleep in. It was comfortable. 

   today was especially stressful for you because most of the Slytherin house was irritated, which meant they were short with there words and snappy. The twins had pulled a prank on the Slytherin house by leaving pastries for them inside the dungeon.

   the Hufflepuffs would usually leave treats for Slytherins so it wasn’t strange, but it was actually a spiked cauldron cake that turned their hair different colors. You were one of the lucky ones since you had woken up late, never getting the chance to eat one. 

   once you entered the classroom, you were met with a  ginger boy. George Weasley, the twin who kept his orange locks shoulder length. It was how anyone really told the difference between the two. Fred cut his long ago and George had not, pretty simple. 

   “Oh, you again. Hello” he spoke before going back to chopping up some ingredient. His casual tone ticked you off more than you’d like to admit and you just scoffed, going to collect your items. The wizard seem to notice your behaviour “Bad day?”

   you grab the cauldron from the shelf, exhaling deeply “Yes actually. After the stunt you pulled on Slytherin” you reply, irritation seeping into your tone. A very cocky grin made a way onto his freckled face “Oh? Then maybe you shouldn’t have started it”

   your grip of the cauldron tightened. Any tighter and you might smash it to pieces. Placing the cauldron down harshly, you turn your head to face him “Look whatever feud you have with a couple Slytherins isn't my damn problem, mess with them not the collective house. It’s rude”

   as soon as you finished speaking you put your face in your hands. So much for not stressing out. You shake your head a bit to push away any remaining thoughts then go back to what you were doing, collecting whatever you needed. George on the other hand looked a mix between guilt and confusion. 

   he felt guilty because it was true, he could have just pranked the two or three Slytherins he was initially after, but he didn’t. He was confused because you had blew up on him so quickly, almost like you were holding it in for so long that it was waiting to be let out?

   “i guess i got carried away this time. I apologize- wait what’s your name?” George suddenly asked, realizing he didn’t know who you were exactly. All he could guess was that you were Slytherin by your previous statements, which surprised him a bit since you seemed....nicer.

   once you were settled at a table you looked up at the 6′3 boy “Y/n, i accept your apology, George Weasley” you say then look back down at the table. George lets out a small chuckle “I guess i don’t need to tell you my name then. I must be very popular then” You couldn’t help but snicker at his smugness. 

   “yeah i guess you are”

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   7th Year

   and ever since the beginning of sixth year, you’d meet George and sometimes Fred in the potions classroom to chat while you made potions. You loved the times you could hang out with twins, they always made you laugh when you had a bad day.

   but you cherished the times you got George alone. you just connected with him a different way. Whenever you worked on a potion he would push your hair out of your face or stand behind you, looking over you shoulder. The small touch sent ripples through you that you had never felt before.

   at first you thought maybe it was because you had thought of him as your friend, but whenever Draco or Fred had touched you you didn’t feel anything. Soon enough he started his casual flirting which included him complimenting your looks or how good you looked in a certain outfit. 

   it made your face feel hot and your stomach feel all queasy like you had bug or something, but you were never actually sick. After searching the library for possible answers you overheard Hermione Granger talking to Ginny Weasley, they were talking about what they felt when a certain guy talked to them.

   increase in heart rate, sweaty palms, queasy stomach, etc. Then they said one thing that changed your perspective “Don’t you hate being in love with someone, it’s so heart wrenching”  you spent the rest of that day in your dorm room stressing out like usual, but this time is wasn’t over your parents.

   now you had two things on your mind, your parents and George. A weird mix for sure. You were in love with George? How could this of happened? but you knew exactly how this happened, that Weasley twin used his charms and good looks to seduce you.

   what a bloody menace.

   now you were sitting at the Slytherin table in the great hall. Draco sat next to you, chatting it up with Blaise and his boyfriend Theo. You were just about to take another bite of food when an owl, a familiar owl flew over the table. It had a letter in its claws.

   once it passed over you it dropped the letter. You reach up and catch it in your hands “Ooo a letter” Draco comments, wiggling his eyebrows like a dork. You roll your eyes playfully and nudge his shoulder. He chuckles and turns back to face Blaise once again.

   you turn the letter in your hands, the wax stamp catching your attention. It was the initial of your last name, which meant it was from your parents. Great. You pop off the wax seal and slip it into your robe pocket before taking the sheet of parchment out of the envelope.

   ‘Dear Y/n, your father and i have read your recent grades and we are utterly disappointed. You’ve only gotten an Acceptable in all your classes. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have a child who can not excel in anything? your the reason me and your father have been bickering so often. For the upcoming break you will be staying at Hogwarts and studying everyday and night. We also found a journal in your room with all the horrible lies you write about us. Don’t come back until you learn how to be a grateful daughter’

   well that killed the mood. Why did they read your diary? What kind of parent does that? Was it really all your fault that your parents fought? “Aw poor Y/n? Do mommy and daddy not love you anymore? How does is feel princess?” you had almost forgotten that you were sitting next to her.

   she was a Slytherin girl who didn’t like you because you weren’t a pureblood and because your parents only acted like they cared so much about you in public. You figured out quickly she was jealous of what she thought that you had, loving parents. 

   you neglected saying anything back to because you heard that her father was locked up in Azkaban a little while ago and admittedly felt bad for her, but for some reason the way she said it. The way she was so smug with her words just rubbed you the wrong way.

   your whole life you’ve let every negative thought fester and build up like a disease. It was like a pot of boiling water that was about to bubble over and spill out. You hadn’t taken any draught of peace either in a couple hours because lunch was usually peaceful for you.

   this poor girl was going to get the anger you’ve held since you were a child and you would feel guilty for it later, but the lid on your metaphorical bottle had popped off. You stood up from your seat and looked down at her, surprising her and Draco.

   “Listen here you stuck up bitch, i can’t fathom a reason as to why you have to fuck with with me constantly?! You think this shit is a one time thing?!” you stop momentarily to throw the letter at her face. She swats it away, her face draining of color from embarrassment.

   “Try living with them for 17 years and then you’ll figure out that they only act like your family in public! They send you huge gifts on your birthday to make sure other people see! You have no right to harass me like you do! I wish i had loving parents!”

   the girl sat there stunned. What could she say anyway? That she was sorry probably, but you most likely wouldn’t have accepted that answer at the moment. You had caught everyone's attention at this point with your loud, harsh words. Even the bright honey colored eyes of George focused on you.

   angry tears had forced their way out your E/c eyes despite your efforts in trying to hold them in. You look around the great hall, looking at all the eyes staring back at you. Without a second thought you rush out the great hall, hearing two distinct voices shout for you to come back.

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   breathe

   breathe!

   why was it so hard to breathe? Were your clothes tightening or were the lungs in your chest failing on you. You rush outside into the empty courtyard, gripping your robe to tug it away from your skin almost as if it was choking you. You start to pull at your clothes more.

   you remove your arms from the sleeves of your robe and drop it on the grass beneath you. Still couldn’t breathe. Reaching for the bottom of your vest you slip it up and over your head and drop it on top on your robe. Lastly, you tug at your tie to loosen it.

   you were still hyperventilating. 

   “Y/n?” 

   turning around you saw the familiar honey colored eyes look down at you. A face of confusion and sadness n his freckled face. George Weasley. No, please you would only complicate your emotions more, but you wanted so badly to be his embrace at the moment. 

   he decided for you, cause as soon as he saw your tears. He felt his heart tug harshly.

   “Oh darling” he started, his voice broken and raspy like he was about to break out in tears as well “Come here” he finished and held his arms out for you and that was enough for you. You rush into his embrace and are instantly meant with calming scent of burning wood, and wood from a broomstick.

   your wheezing noise worried George and he started to rub your head “Darling you need to breathe okay? Your going to faint if you keep doing that, in and out okay?” he inhales loudly so you could hear and you copy his actions, doing the same when he exhaled.

   after a couple minutes you were breathing just fine, but you still felt terrible. “Everything's all my fault. i tried so hard to be a good person, but it’s never good enough. I didn’t burden anyone with my problems and hid them away- i just couldn’t do it anymore”

   your voice cracked, the lump in your throat going away. George pulled his head away that was resting on top of your hand and used one of his hands to gently force your chin up to look at him. He used the other hand to reach in his back pocket.

   George pulls out the same folded parchment that you had read earlier “This? You believe this rubbish? Y/n you are the most interesting girl i’ve ever met and i wish you had told me about this. I’m your..friend and i want to help you. Listen, you are strong, brave, and anybody would be lucky to just breathe your air”

   you cracked a small smile at his words which seemed to make his face light up as well. “Thank you George. I suddenly feel very faint” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “Probably from crying so much darling. Let me take care of you for the rest of the day, okay?”

   “Do i really have a choice?”

   “Not really, no”

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   George took you to his dorm- oh wait. he actually carried you to his dorm. He didn't want you to actually faint and hit your ‘pretty little head’ on the hard floor. His words exactly. The rest of the day was spent of him feeding and you and making sure you were hydrated. 

   after asking only once you opened up to him about your parents and there expectations. His face of horror was enough to make you realize that what was happening to you wasn’t normal. After you had finished talking it was almost like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

   you felt free.

   it was towards the evening time and you didn’t want to intrude any longer. “Thank you for helping me, it’s getting pretty late-” “You sound like your leaving?” George cut you off just as you stood up from his bed, looking at you with pleading eyes “Stay? Just for the night?”

   “What if a professor sees me when i leave the next morning and where would i sleep?” you question, crossing your arms over your chest. George shrugs his shoulders “It's saturday tomorrow no professors will be checking and you’ll sleep in my bed, with me. I promise not to be to handsy darling”

   a cocky smirk grew on his face, making your stomach twist and turn just like all the other times before. You began to stumble on your words “Uh- i- i don’t have anything to wear” you huff. His smirk seems to grow wider, if that was even possible. 

   “you can wear some of my clothes of course-” a knock cuts him off and he look towards the door “I’ll see who that is and send them away. You get dressed, i won’t peek” George sends you a cheeky wink before going to the door. what a dork. 

   nonetheless, you go over to his dresser and began to dig through the drawer while he went over to the door. Once he opened it, you couldn’t help but listen in. “Hey Freddie” George says in a sing song voice. Fred Weasley. “Hey, it’s saturday. Potion time”

   potion time?- oh for pranks. Was he going to leave you to go make potions? you pick out a burnt orange jumper with a ‘G’ initial and black sweats “Actually i can’t tonight? Maybe tomorrow?” he replies, making Fred’s face twist in confusion before astonishment. 

   “Oh! You have a girl in there don’t you!” he said quite loudly, making George shush him quickly. You began unbutton your uniform shirt. “Lower your voice, i’m not tryin to get caught because of you” he replies. You place your shirt on a chair next to you and slip the jumper over your head. It was huge on you.

   Fred stifles laughter and leans against the doorframe “Who is it” he says, making you freeze for a moment. George raises a brow “and why would i tell you that?” he questions while you push your skirt down your legs, kicking it away with your feet. “Oh because i’m your brother? Your twin brother George”

   they were adorable. You pull the sweats on and tie the strings so it was resting snuggly on your hips. “yeah yeah whatever, bye Freddie” George begins to close the door “Aw come on don’t be like that-” he shuts the door on his brother and turns back to look at you.

   “Sorry about that-” he froze in place, his eyes taking a mental image of how you looked. He could die at that moment and be content with life. You notice his weird face and looked down at the outfit “I’m sorry, should have i have picked something else?”

   he didn’t say anything and just stepped towards you until he stood inches in front of you. He reaches up to grab your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. You also noticed a small smile on his face that was slowly growing into a grin. “George?” you ask, your voice a whisper. 

   he tilts his head a bit as his golden eyes scan your face “Can i kiss you Y/n?” he asked, catching you off guard. He wanted to kiss you? Did you want to kiss him? He made you laugh, smile, and feel like you were the only witch in the whole wizarding world. 

   yeah, you definitely wanted to kiss him. 

   you nodded once and that was enough for him. He dipped down to your height and plants his lips on yours. The calming scent of burning wood invading your nose once again. You respond quickly and kiss him back, feeling his goofy grin, still such a dork. 

   the kiss was sweet and gentle. George’s heart was beating at a million miles a minute and so was yours. Air, you needed that to live. You both pull away from each other, gripping onto each others clothes. When did that happen? “You are breathtaking darling, literally actually”

   you snort at his dorky compliment “Way to kill the mood Weasley” you comment and he chuckles lightly before looking into your eyes “I know today hasn’t been the best for you and this might make it worse, but- i am so in love with you darling. I have been since the first day we met last year”

   you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, but at the same time you were waiting for it after that kiss. “I love you too George, you giant dork” he smiles brightly as he scoops you up in his arms for a second to throw you on the bed. you gasp as your back connects with sheets.

   he climbs in next you “I take back that promise about being handsy, get ready to be my teddy bear darling”. You feel the fuzzy stomach thing again- or whatever it was called. you watch as he shuts off the lamp and grabs the blanket at the bottom of his bed.

   “i think i’ll manage” you reply as he places the sheet over your body and his. George turns his body towards you and grabs your waist “Tonight? yes, in the morning i have you all to myself as well and i don’t plan on letting you leave” he smirk was screaming what his intentions were the following morning. 

   your face must have been super red. “yeah you wish” you mumble, which makes him snicker. He knew the effect he had on you. “Night darling” he says and kisses your temple sweetly. You smile and lay your head on his chest, falling asleep in his embrace. 

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   Taglist: @the--queen-of-hell @sonbelleame @moonpi3 @dracosathenaeum @pxroxide-prinxcesss 

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   Kody: It’s 5am?! oh shit- well anyways peace lmao. 

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Soft Touches | Draco Malfoy x Reader Part One

Summary: When Y/N had first met Harry and Ron on the train, she would have never thought that that interaction would have led to years of adventures and near-death experiences. Throughout their time at Hogwarts, several things had become clear. First, there will be at least one thing that tries to kill you a year. Second, Draco Malfoy was Harry’s archenemy. Third, no matter how hard she tried, Y/N still had just as big a crush on the blond as the first day they met. Harry and Ron would never let her live that one down while Hermione was at least a little understanding. Y/N knew that some of the things that Draco had done were horrible, and she would probably never forgive him for the things he had said to Hermione. And yet, she still liked him.

Warnings: No warnings yet!

Words: 1779

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A/N: Lmao I’m back and I’ve been on draco tiktok

As expected, being a fifth year student was far more stressful than anyone could have imagined. Not only did they have the O.W.L.s to study for, but ever since Umbridge had been brought on as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, you had to practically teach yourself if you wanted a proper defense theory. At this rate, a muggle would probably know more about defense against dark magic. Either you practiced on the weekends, which almost no one aside from Hermione did, or during free periods.

It was only a few weeks from Halloween and autumn was in full swing. The grounds were painted with trees that held an array of yellow, orange, and gold leaves and there was a strong smell of bonfire, hot cider, and butterscotch that wafted across the hills during the day. On late afternoons, when the air was crisp and the sky slightly darker than what it had been during the first month of term, the courtyards and hills near the Black Lake were the perfect places for students to relax.

Y/N was sitting on the sill of one of the arches that opened into the courtyard, writing in a leatherbound journal with her green quill when one of her textbooks slipped out of the opening of her bag and smacked onto the stone floor below. She had barely registered the sound when someone had reached down and picked it up, extending their hand to her. Y/N’s eyes followed the line up the owner of the hand’s toned arm until she had reached their face. 

Instead of Draco’s usual sneer, there was no wrinkle between his brow, and his features were soft. Her hand slowly extended to meet his, and their fingers brushed against one another as she grasped the book. His startling blue eyes were veiled with an unreadable expression.

She was still too shocked to say anything, but the corner of her lips turned up slightly in a silent thank you. Draco stared for a few more seconds before his hand fell back down to his side and he turned, striding down the empty corridor. Y/N stared at his retreating figure. He wasn’t wearing his robes, despite the crisp chill that hung in the air, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, displaying his forearms and the distinct veins that ran across his skin. 

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It was nearly nightfall when Hermione had found her, still staring at the end of the corridor, deep in thought. 

“Where have you been? It’s time for dinner, Harry and Ron have already started without us.” Hermione questioned softly. Y/N turned her head, looking a little dazed.

“I’ll tell you later tonight, in the dormitories.” Hermione tilted her head and smiled a little.

“Knowing you, you’ve probably been out here for hours. Come on, before Ron eats all the best parts.” She stretched her hand out and pulled Y/N from her seat. Together, they walked arm in arm to the Great Hall, taking in the setting sun through the tall window panes and the lingering chill that had swept over Hogwarts over the past few days. 

It was getting colder, and the Winter recess was creeping closer day by day. As the two girls walked to the Great Hall, all they could smell as they walked through the open-air corridors was birch smoke coming from Hagrid’s hut and cold air. Y/N breathed deeply and sighed contentedly. She was convinced that there was absolutely nothing better than autumn at Hogwarts, and not even Professor Umbridge could spoil that. 

The second they opened the door to the Great Hall, it was like being hit by a wall of warmth, light, and the wonderful smells of the banquet. Y/N finally snapped out of the haze she had been in all afternoon once she realized how hungry she truly was. Hurriedly, the two of them sat down on the bench across from Ron and Harry, both of whom were animatedly discussing the upcoming quidditch game against Slytherin. They were discussing different strategies to use, especially since the Slytherin team was notorious for cheating. 

Y/N had joined the Gryffindor team as a Chaser only a year after Harry had and had experienced her fair share of Slytherin fouls to last a lifetime. Y/N caught sight of some serving platters and began serving herself along with Hermione. 

“So what were you doing all day? I haven’t seen you since breakfast this morning.” Y/N asked as she filled the corner of her plate with mashed potatoes. 

“Isn’t the answer obvious? She was in the library of course, where else would she be?” Ron interjected as he stole a roll of bread off of Hermione’s plate. Evidently he and Harry were done talking about quidditch, Ron had piled loads of food on his plate and Harry was stuffing chicken into his mouth. The two started to bicker until Ron shoved the entire roll into his mouth. 

Y/N was watching amused as Ron tried to speak around the bread roll when a flash of blond hair caught her eye. Just over Ron’s shoulder, Draco was just beginning to sit down next to Pansy Parkinson who was absorbed in a conversation with Blaise Zabini who sat across from her. Draco and Y/N’s eyes met briefly before both of them shifted their gazes. Hermione paused for a moment, looking at Y/N and then to Draco before a subtle look of realization dawned across her face. Suddenly, she switched the conversation to their History of Magic paper that was due by the end of the week.

“What have you two chosen for your topics?” Hermione questioned, making Harry and Ron freeze. They obviously hadn’t chosen a topic yet, let alone begun writing. 

“Erm, well… Here’s the thing Hermione-” Ron had begun stammering when Hermione cut him off.

“What is wrong with you? Professor Binns assigned this paper over two weeks ago!”

“I haven’t had time, I’ve had quidditch practice nearly every day and Snape hasn’t exactly eased up on Potions assignments, has he?” Harry defended himself, poking at a carrot on his plate and avoiding Hermione’s gaze. 

“Harry, I’ve been at the exact same quidditch practices as you and I’m almost finished with my paper. I’m writing about Grindelwald’s rise to power. You need to find a topic and fast!” Y/N said pointedly. Ron sat up at the mention of Y/N’s topic. “And no, you cannot use that topic, pick something else!” Ron deflated once again. 

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They eventually finished their dinners, filed out of the Great Hall, and began heading towards Gryffindor Tower. Once they had finally entered through the portrait hole, Hermione grabbed Y/N by the crook of her elbow and pulled her up to their shared dormitories. Once she had shut the door behind them, she whirled around to face Y/N and pointed to her bed.

“Sit. We need to talk.” Hermione walked over and sat across from her. “What was that look that you gave Draco at dinner?”

Y/N looked down at her hands, an embarrassed flush across her cheeks. She was fiddling with the hem of her skirt and refused to look Hermione in the eye.

“Well, earlier today I was by myself writing in the courtyard, and I guess I must have knocked over one of my books because the next thing I know, Draco was just standing there, handing it to me. It felt like I was in a dream, he didn’t say anything, but he looked… different. I don’t really know how to describe it. He looked… soft, almost?” Y/N groaned and threw herself backwards onto the pillows, her legs hanging off the side of the bed. Hermione shifted so that she was lying next to Y/N and facing her.

“Okay,” she said carefully, “what does that mean exactly?”

Y/N paused for a moment in thought. What did it mean? Y/N had never thought about Draco in that way before, and the spark she felt when their fingers brushed together couldn’t have just been her imagination.

“I… don’t know. I don’t really know how to explain it. Whenever I start thinking about it, I feel this squeezing in my chest, like I can’t breathe properly.” Y/N closed her eyes and pictured Draco’s face once again. Hermione also seemed to be lost in thought, but those thoughts were most likely not about how handsome Draco looked with his hair pushed back and his sleeves rolled up. Hermione stretched her hand out and grasped Y/N’s hand.

“Well, I suppose it could be worse. It could have been Goyle handing your book back to you.” The two girls looked at each other before bursting into laughter. Goyle wouldn’t touch a book, let alone read one. In fact, it was unclear of whether or not he could actually read.

Once their laughter had died down and the two were sitting in comfortable silence, a thought dawned upon Y/N.

“You won’t tell Harry or Ron about this, will you? Knowing them, they’ll make a fuss about it and then never let me live it down.” 

Hermione smiled in response.

“‘A fuss’ is a bit of an understatement. ‘What do you mean you fancy Malfoy?! He’s a git!’” Hermione’s impersonation was spot on and the two girls laughed once again.

The two girls then spent the next few hours talking about their classes, Y/N and Harry’s upcoming quidditch match, and making plans for their weekend in Hogsmeade. Y/N wouldn’t have to worry about Draco until the quidditch match, and that wasn’t for another 3 days. So for 3 days, Y/N would avoid him and distract herself with studying for midterm exams and Quidditch practice.

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Chasing His Sun

Part 4 to Notebook!

Summary: Where Y/N tries to take her mind off of a certain Slytherin, only to have it backfire.

Pairing: Draco x Gryffindor!reader

A/N: Doesn’t a day spent in Hogsmeade sound fun? I got cravings for chocolate while writing this. Honestly tho, I threw up this entire chapter. I certainly hope you enjoy it, pero lyke I’m just going to let my imagination roam free at this point. I would really appreciate your feedback!! <3

Your eyes opened upon the feeling of sunlight hitting your face. Hints of orange and yellow that scattered through a blanketed, cloudy sky indicated to you that it was still early. You took in the peace that emitted through the sounds of birds chirping and felt at ease. It was a beautiful Saturday morning. You looked around your room, feeling groggy, as you recalled the incident that occured the night before. Piercing eyes, a teasing smile--a blush rose to your face as the embarrassment filled you up once again. You had no time to process what happened, because as soon as you met your bed, you knocked out. With the scenario now settling in, all you wanted to do was bury yourself in your grave.

‘The notebook. Oh shoot. Where’s the notebook?’ Your eyes widened when you realized that you had fallen asleep with it in your grasp, out in the open, where Hermione and Ginny could see it easily. With your heart racing and hands moving in a panic, you frantically shot up from your sheets, hoping that you haven’t been caught. You locate the notebook under your pillow and release a huge breath of relief as you hold it near to your chest. Not wanting to suffer another scare, you placed it into your bag.

“Y/N, are you up already?” Hermione asks. She must’ve woken up from the commotion that you just caused. Sleep was still visible from her eyes.

You chuckled nervously, “Yes I am. It’s a beautiful morning and I can’t seem to go back to sleep.” 

“We’re going to Hogsmeade today…” She starts off, “Would you like to join us? We leave at 10.” She lifts herself slightly from her bed to look at you with eyes half opened.

“Yea, I’d love to. I need to pick up a few things also.” You reply. In response, she gives you a tired thumbs up and drops herself back into her pillow.

Since there wasn’t much sleep left inside of you, you decided to get ready. The cold air from your window prompted you to bundle up. As you dress into something comfortable, your mind drifts back to the incident with Draco. Warmth took over after remembering what he had said in response to your little incantations.

‘Why did he say that?’ Yesterday was a whirlwind for your heart. How was it possible to keep your emotions in check when everything that happened gave you sparks of hope and longing? You thought back to potions, to the notebook, and to the encounter. There was no way, right? Would a guy, who held much pride for his house, develop feelings for a random girl in Gryffindor? You weren’t sure. Your heart leaned toward that possibility, but your mind wanted to set itself on the opposing side. All you knew now was that you had to avoid him at all costs. 

You glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall. It was now 8:30AM, and your two roommates were beginning to stir from their sleep. Having been done preparing for about ten minutes now, you decide to gather your things and pick up breakfast, ready to start the day ahead of you.

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You, Hermione, and Ginny stepped foot into Hogsmeade. Despite the grey clouds that covered the skies, you took delight in the small peaks of sunshine, which was joint with the cool breezes that blew through your hair. The cold, although nipping on your nose, evoked a warm feeling in your chest. Autumn was the best season.

The small town was filled with numerous shops. It wasn’t as plentiful as Diagon Alley, but its coziness added to its charm. You followed your friends as they explored Zonko’s Joke Shop and Honeydukes. The prior was too loud for your taste, so you opted to wait outside for the two girls. However, time spent in latter was always good fun. You admired the confections from the window, and excitedly went inside. The sweet aromas that flitted the shop draw a memory from the back of your mind.

In connection to the interactions that you had with Draco the day before, you can’t help but recall the first time you ever had a real conversation with him. How his affections caught you off guard. How it caused your heart rate to speed up numerously within one sitting. How you realized that he wasn’t as bad as others make him out to be. He was actually quite sweet in contrast to his typical personality. There weren’t chocolate chip cookies available in Honeydukes, but the goods made you think of him with much fondness as the coziness that you initially felt in your heart spread even more. 

You examined the sweets that were arranged neatly on their respective racks, picking out several bags of chocolate frogs in contentment. ‘I wonder if Draco likes chocolate frogs.’ you thought. After scanning the shelves for a few more minutes, you came across peppermint toads. ‘Draco, oddly enough, smells like mint. His behavior also reminds me of a toad.’ You laugh at the thought and keep an inward smile stuck to your face. He wasn’t around you, yet the thought of him weighed a huge deal in your heart. Not that you didn’t mind it. 

You added the packs of toads into your little basket. ‘Maybe he’d like some too.’ You thought. 

Happy with your selections, you bounded to the front counter to pay. You weren’t aware of how much time you spent in the store, because you totally lost track of Hermione and Ginny. They were nowhere in sight, and now you were left alone. You stashed your purchases in your bag and waved the shop owner goodbye. Once you stepped outside of the shop you scouted out for your friends. You stared at your surroundings with your eyebrows furrowed, only to have your attention to be stolen by the sound of a very shrill laughter. 

Off in a distance, you see a mop of platinum blonde hair. Draco stood with his hands wrapped around his waist. He sported a sleek outfit, clad in black, which was emphasized by the rings that adorned his fingers. The cold air made the flush of red more apparent on his cheeks. Furthermore, the way his laughter escaped his lips gave life to the butterflies in your stomach. You made it firm to yourself that you were trying to avoid him, and yet the universe decided against that. 

Draco felt your eyes burrow into the back of his head, causing him to turn to your direction. He had stopped laughing at this point when you came into his sight. The way the sun seemed to act as a spot light to you caused his heart to flutter. You weren’t even dressed in clothes that would be considered eye-catching, but to him, you were just that: The apple of his eye. He remembered the way you called his name, how you emphasized every syllable. Your voice seemed to give his name meaning and it made him genuinely happy.

You on the other hand still couldn’t bear the thought of him catching you swooning over his name. It was embarrassing to have been caught in your own feels--a moment that was only meant for you. You broke off the eye contact that was held between the both of you and walked in the other direction. Hoping that he wouldn’t attempt to follow you, you made your way to Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop, your ultimate favorite.

Draco’s line of sight followed you. He was driven by the thought of seeing you again. The way the sun hit you, the way you smiled warmly at him, the image of you so focused and wrapped up in your own affairs elicited such a huge surplus of emotions from him. You didn’t have to do much to get his attention. He was extremely enamored by the thought of you.

“Hey you guys. I have to run some errands. I’ll go meet you at Three Broomsticks.” He announced.

“Let me go with you!” Exclaimed an excited Pansy.

Draco sternly gazed at her, “No. I want to be left alone.” Coldness was laced within his words with efforts of pushing her away. It worked as she was seen dejectedly turning to Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise. The boy continued to make his way through a crowd of people, his head turning from side to side with hopes to catch you alone once again. He peered carefully into a number of stores, often throwing a second glance just to make sure he didn’t miss you. His heart was beginning to pick up its pace as his concentration solely focused on finding you.

As if the sun was listening to his thoughts, light was casted to your figure in the small stationary shop the same way it had the first time you spoke in the library. Draco stopped dead in his tracks, breath hitched once he saw you. He couldn’t describe the reason why you made him feel the way he did. You looked so unreal. You seemed so unreal. You weren’t even aware of how beautiful you looked at this very moment, and you didn’t even need to make an effort to do so. 

From the very first moment you shared up until now, interactions were limited and minimal, but Draco couldn’t deny the pull no matter how much he tried. The image of you smiling under the sun was something he knew he wanted in his life. If the ambitious traits of Slytherin took form, it would embody this very moment: Not wanting to lose you again, he stepped forth into the shop.

He delicately pushed the door forward. The shop itself was quite inside and smelled of parchment and old books. He didn’t want to catch your attention right away, so he roamed through the aisles quietly, keeping close sight of you. You were excitedly examining quills on display, testing them out with a satisfied expression on your face. You thought it might’ve been weird to others, but you absolutely loved stationary.

Draco witnessed as your eyes glimmered at the sight of shelves filled with journals that resembled his. They were neatly arranged by color, starting from shades of reds and blues on the bottom shelves, and greens and yellows on the top. You ran your fingers across the spines, and stopped once you were met with the green journals. The top shelves were a little bit beyond your reach, requiring you to step on your tiptoes in order to snag one. Proving to have a tough time, you placed your items on the side so that you’d have more access. However, the struggle to obtain a green journal remained. Your body was stretched, your arms were extended to its full length, and your calves were starting to burn. Having enough of a delight in seeing your effort, Draco quietly made his way to you without you noticing. 

Your focus was still extremely concentrated on the object until it was broken by the feeling of a warm breath hitting the back of your neck. Your eyes widened. You saw a black arm extend from behind you, grabbing the green notebook with ease. Startled, you jolt backwards, hitting Draco’s chest with your back. As you turned to see who your mystery helper was, a free hand held your arm, stabilizing you and preventing you from falling over.  Your eyes were met with Draco’s silvery orbs, the distance between your bodies was minimal. His gaze was intense, and it excited you inside. Suddenly, a child came passing through the aisles, causing you to push your back against the shelf and enclosing you between Draco’s arms.

Realizing the position you were in, you couldn’t help but draw your stare away from his eyes. The closeness made it all the more intimate, and a blush threatened to grace your face. Hearts were racing at a hundred miles per hour at this point.

You heard Draco curse under his breath, “Idiotic child.”  

You chuckled, still trapped against the wall. The sound of your laughter garnered the attention of the boy as he turned his head to your direction. You didn’t realize how tall he was until this moment. You looked up, sucking your lips in to hide the smile that had already formed.

You grinned at him, “Nice seeing you here, Malfoy.” 

Draco cleared his throat and straightened his posture. After taking a good look at your small figure beneath him, he spoke, “Pleasure’s all mine, darling.” His face was graced with a smirk. You felt heat rise within you as the unfamiliar nickname--that directed towards you--rolled off his tongue.

“Is this the journal you were looking for? It looks awfully similar to mine.” With a huff, you tried reaching out for it, only for it to be raised well above your head. 

“Damn you and your long arms!” He only laughed. You tried to create a mad expression, but you couldn’t hide your smile. Draco’s actions kept taunting you as you jumped desperately to take the notebook out of his grasp. 

“What do you want from me!?” Your blush was already so apparent, and your hair was disheveled.

“‘What do I want?’ You ask?” Draco stopped moving and dropped his arms to his sides. Noticing how some hair strands covered your face, he reached out to you and pulled them behind your ear. Your eyes followed his movements and went back to his face. His expression turned serious as he handed the notebook to you. He began to scan your face before leaning into you. You subconsciously pressed yourself further into the shelf. You could feel his breath tease your ear.

He whispered, “Spend this day with me.” 

You were so flustered at this point, you didn’t even bother to say no. The intention of avoiding him was thrown out the window as your attempts to do so were ultimately deemed futile. The effect this boy had on you was indescribable.

Draco bent down to your level and smirked, “I’ll wait for you outside.”

A/N: I’m really grateful for all the support you all have given me! Seeing you all happy makes me happy also. I hope you have a great day!

PS. Feel free to talk to me! With that being said, should I open up requests?

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Here’s Part 3!

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unrequited (draco malfoy/ cedric diggory series)

PROMPT: You and Cedric grew up together. After the tragedy of the Triwizard Tournament, you’re left feeling empty without your best friend. Draco Malfoy steps into the picture. Will the feelings be reciprocated? Or will it be unrequited?

WARNINGS: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, angst, fluff, sadness???

PAIRING: draco malfoy x reader and cedric diggory x reader; hufflepuff reader

WC: 2.2K+

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PART 10

“Meet me in the meadows after hours? -D”

You smiled down at the piece of parchment that was sticking out of your Charms book. You looked around, trying to see how Draco managed to slip it in your book. Not seeing the blond anywhere, you tucked the note in your pocket and resumed your day. 

It was your first day back to Hogwarts from the holidays. Before you got to school, you picked up something for Draco as a thank you for his presents for you. At first you wanted to send it off, excitement getting the best of you, but his worried expression that was engraved in your mind made you worry. What if the wrong hands got the presents? You knew Draco didn’t like his home. You chose not to risk it and decided to hold onto it until you saw him in person again. So far, there hasn’t been a good time to talk to him. Everyone was too hyper with seeing each other again that Draco was almost, always surrounded by his Slytherin followers. 

On your way to the Great Hall, people were greeting each other, happy that they got to see their friends again. The trio were nowhere to be found, which isn’t a good sign, given the past few years. The twins were in the Great Hall, already making the entire Gryffindor table burst out in laughter. They were showing off their new product, another pranking item, as usual. Blaise was their first target. You shook your head, praying that they won’t get in too much trouble for their pranks. 

You couldn’t wait for the day to be over. You stayed silent at the Hufflepuff table, not in the mood to talk to any of your housemates, who avoided you like the plague anyway. As people started to disperse, you followed their lead and retreated to your dormitory. You glanced at the two bottles of cologne on your dresser, smiling at the memories each held. You sprayed some of the evergreen cologne on your wrist, something in the air drawing you to it more than the golden one for today. 

You’ve noticed that you were torn between the two most days. Some days you opted to use Cedric’s cologne, his absence hitting you more than you would like to admit. During those days, you would read his journal, which you’ve already finished, and spend extra time on the page where he declared his love for you. You would close your eyes and repeat, “I love you, Cedric.” You repeated it like a mantra, hoping that wherever he was, he was able to hear you too. 

Some days you used Draco’s cologne, missing the boy’s presence a bit more than normal. You’d spray it and imagine his hands writing the note to you in his perfect handwriting. How he was probably concentrated over the piece of parchment, maybe even sealing the envelope with a kiss. It’s wishful thinking, you knew that, thinking that Draco may feel something for you too. But it lived in your mind, never letting you rest from the thought. 

Once they called lights out, you waited a few minutes before slipping out to the garden and into the passageway. You looked at the small box in your hand, heart beating against your chest. You were more than nervous. What if he didn’t like it? What if you misread the situation entirely? 

“Y/N.” 

You didn’t realize you were already in the meadows. Your feet knew exactly where to go without directions from your brain. You stopped, breath hitched in your throat. Draco stood there, paler than ever before, eyes sunken in, and a bit skinnier than you remembered. He smiled widely when he saw you emerge from the passageway, like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He walked over to you, arms parted as if he was about to hug you, then he hesitated. A blush covered his cheeks, dropping his arms by his sides, and shifted his weight from the balls of his feet to his toes. 

Sensing his awkwardness, you outstretched your arms, beckoning him to come close. “C’mere.” 

He reluctantly obeyed, stiffly hugging you back. You sighed, running your hand across his back, feeling the hardness of his spine against his jumper. You squeezed him tighter as you felt him melt into your arms. You cradled him like that for a while, letting him bury his neck into the crook of your neck. He was hunched over, letting you cover him like a safety blanket. You treasured his scent, shivering when his cold fingers accidentally traced over the skin on your neck. 

He flinched, quickly moving away, “Sorry.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows, hating the way he pulled back like it was second nature. You walked over to him, lacing your fingers with his, hoping he’d see that you didn’t mind the cold. You tugged on his hand and walked down deeper into the meadows. “I got you something.” 

Draco looked at you, confused, as he stared at the little box you held in the palm of your hand. He took it, inspecting it closely. “For what?” 

“For Christmas, silly.” You giggled, urging him to open it. You chewed on your bottom lip, growing more and more nervous as he made his way to undo the bow on top. “Thank you, by the way. For the cologne.” 

“It’s the least I can do.” He replied, sincerely. He opened the box and saw a silver ring in the middle of it. Draco picked it up, noticing the engraving on the outside of the ring. It looked like it was your handwriting. 

You are good.

Draco took in a harsh breath. He kept his head down, tears congregating in his eyes. Nobody has ever told him that. All his life he’s been known as the heir of Slytherin, the Slytherin prince, a Malfoy- a name that held so much weight that he didn’t want to carry. He re-read it, over and over again. His thumb rubbed against the engraving, memorizing the way it’s engraved within the metal. Before he slipped it on, he felt the ridges of the inner engraving. He tilted the ring to the right and read the words inside. 

You are not the choices forced upon you. 

He couldn’t stop the tears from falling once he read those words. He still kept his head down, embarrassed that he was crying so much from your present. He was silent, quietly sniffling and breathing out shaky breaths. Silence fell upon the two of you, meters apart. Draco was looking down while you stared at him, biting down on your thumb, unsure of what to make of his reaction. 

You grew scared and decided to break the ice, “I’m sorry if you don’t like it. I just noticed that you no longer had your Slytherin ring and I thought you’d like a ring as a replacement. N-not that this ring is as good as your Slytherin ring, Merlin knows it’s probably not as good of a quality but maybe you’d lik-”

“I love it.” Draco interrupted, finally looking up. A real smile was etched on his face, tears slipping out of his eyes once again. He slipped it on his finger, almost jumping when he saw a faint yellow light blink from the ring. “What was that?” 

“Oh, I almost forgot.” You blushed, stepping closer to him. You held the hand that sported his ring, watching it light up again. “I used magic to make it more personal to us. Whenever I want you to know that I’m thinking of you, it shoots out the light. You wrote in your note that you were thinking of me and I just wanted to show you I’m thinking of you too.” 

“You’re thinking of me right now?” 

“Always am but I don’t think you’d want it shooting out yellow lights all the time.” You laughed. “I’m sure people would get a bit annoyed too.”

He stared at it, unable to wipe the smile from his face. “Let them be.” 

“I hope you like it.” 

“I love it.” 

“I’m glad.” 

Draco closed his eyes, thinking of everything that happened in the Malfoy Manor throughout the holidays. Would you still think of him as a good man if you found out what he did? To find out what he’s being forced to do? He knew you would never look at him the same if you found out. And if he was being honest, he doesn’t want you to ever stop looking at him the way you do now.

You look at him with stars in your eyes. You don’t look at him in hopes of getting something, in hopes to accomplish something. You’re not using him for his name, for his power. You’re not expecting anything from him but his true self. You’re looking at him like you want him. It’s the way you looked at Cedric the first time he saw the two of you. It’s the way he looked at you all those years. Now, you’re looking at him in the same way. Call him selfish, but he wasn’t ready to give that up. 

A piece of him broke knowing as much as he felt for you- dare he say it, as much as he loved you, he would never be able to love you the way he wants to. He itched his forearm, his reminder that life will not always be kind to him, the way it is now. Draco ignored the burning sensation on his arm and found the courage to look at you again. Your eyes twinkled with innocence, cheeks rosy, and nose red because of the cold. You were shivering under the moon, awkwardly rubbing your hands up and down your arms for warmth. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you. He knew it probably didn’t help much, given his own struggles with being warm, but he did it anyway. Draco just wanted an excuse to be near you. 

Your arms wrapped themselves around his waist, head resting on his chest. You felt calm listening to his heartbeat against your ear, beating steadily. He let his lips ghost over the skin of your forehead, not daring to actually touch you. They were warm, much to your surprise, and continued to almost touch you. His lips hovered over your skin, blowing soft breaths of nervousness. You could feel his heart starting to beat quicker, uncertainty taking over his body. Draco wanted to kiss you. More than anything. 

You waited for him to do something, hoping that you weren’t reading into signs that meant nothing to him. He waited for a sign, afraid of what you might do if he acted on his urges. He wanted to make sure you wanted him the same way. He placed his chin on top of your head, looking down at his hands holding onto you tightly. A flash of yellow caught his attention. You were thinking of him. 

Before he lost his confidence, he pulled you away from his body for a moment, cursing at the way he already missed your weight on him. Your exterior faltered, afraid that Draco changed his mind about you already. You looked down, ashamed that you would even think that Draco could reciprocate the feelings you harbored. He tilted your chin upwards, eyes nervously flickering between your eyes and your lips. Draco looked for signs of hesitation in your features, growing more confident when he saw none. He kept his fingers under your chin as he leaned in, heart almost bursting out of his chest. He was sure you could feel it against your body. 

He watched as you closed your eyes, eyelashes fluttering against your skin. Your lips were red, plump and he couldn’t wait to place his on top of yours. He darted out his tongue, licking his lips to dampen them. Draco followed suit, eyes closing, as he leaned closer and closer to you. 

When his lips finally met yours, his knees almost gave out on him when he heard your soft whimper at the contact. He was in love with all the sounds you made, so innocent and so lovely to him. Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Your chests were pushed against each other as his grip on your hips tightened even more. His lips worked against yours flawlessly. You smiled into the kiss, making him do the same. Airy giggles and mutters of adoration were exchanged in the moments that you two kissed. 

Once you pulled away, Draco connected your foreheads, smile still plastered on his face. His eyes were closed and he looked so happy. This, you thought, this is what I want to remember for the rest of my life. Draco looked like he was glowing, his happiness radiating off his skin. You intertwined your fingers, using your other hand to touch the new ring on his finger. He opened his eyes, watching your movements. 

“You are good.” You whispered to him, lips kissing the corner of his mouth. Then his cheek. Then his nose. Then his forehead. Finally, you placed a soft kiss on his lips, red and raw from the kiss you shared earlier. “You are not the choices forced upon you.”

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A/N: just an fyi, there’s probably only 1-2 more happy chapters then it gets to heavy angst. beware. 

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Drarry: Sacred

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"Bloody hell, what a waste of time." groaned Ron, swinging a foot forward to kick the offensive enormous ancient entrance that was made of stone.

"There was absolutely no information stated here saying that we need a ritual to open the entrance." said Hermione in exasperation as she held her journal book and an old parchment in her hands, eyes wildly jumped between the items, taking a quick read. "Perhaps you read it wrong, Draco." she said, lifting her head up to send Draco a look.

"Are you questioning my competency now, Granger?" asked Draco, quite annoyed that Hermione had dismissed his ability. "And need I remind you that you have read it yourself?" he raised a brow, just to rile her up.

As expected, she pressed her lips in annoyance, brows knitted together. "It doesn't make any sense, we have spent months just to search for the entrance and now we couldn't have it open!"

"Mia ierí parthéno aíma eínai to kleidí gia tin eísodo aftí ti diadromí." recited Draco, reading it roughly out loud, thinking that perhaps they did read it wrong. They had just learnt the language barely eight months ago after all, just for the sake of their current mission. Though they had rather learnt it successfully, one must always make sure that they have done it correctly.

Unfortunately, the carving message on the entrance stone remained the same, even if they'd spent their lifetime reciting the words over and over again.

"A Holy Virgin blood is the key to enter this path." translated Draco, for umpteenth time. Salazar, he had even written it down on a parchment, complete with all the calculation.

A sudden wave of magic suddenly flew passed them straight towards the carved message resulting in a soft glow hovering the words with an english translation forming above it. They simultaneously turned to the caster with an unimpressed look.

"Mate," frowned Ron.

"We've talked about using magic, Harry." scolded Hermione. "We are dealing with a sacred place here, and the use of magic will-"

"-altered the spells that were created to protect the place. Yes, yes, you have at least told me ten times a day." waved Harry dismissively, scratching his neck when his stag tattoo has decided to move and scratched their antlers on the small part of the skin. Harry flicked the stag away when it gave him a headbutt in return making the black inked magical tattoo galloping elsewhere.

Draco dragged his gaze back to the entrance, pretending to look at it with interest. Harry Potter was a really fit bloke; hot, sizzling! Worse, the man himself knew he was an absolute catch and not in a million years Draco was going to feed the man's ego by watching him hungrily. It was enough that his conquests have done it for him.

"We've been standing here for a half an hour just to make sure the translation was correct." drawled Harry. "I was just trying to fasten the process." he shrugged, crossing his arms together, muscles contracted beneath his shirt.

"Well, at least now we knew that the translation was correct." sighed Ron. "Looks like we've met a dead end. There was no way now we could proceed when what we have been looking for was on the other side of this bloody big door."

"There must be another way," said Hermione thoughtfully, frowning at the entrance. "Perhaps I could give it a try." she decided with a determination and put down her equipment on the ground and stepped forward. They observed her movement incredulously.

"'Mione, no offense," began Ron, and Draco just knew he was about to say something ridiculous. "If I remember correctly, we've just made love last night. In fact, your screaming was a definite proof that you're clearly not a bloody virgin."

Draco snorted so hard that he was afraid a mucus would come out. He slapped a hand to his mouth, fighting a laugh that was threatening to escape whilst Harry already had his hand on his stomach, bending forward as he laughed wholeheartedly.

"Oh, don't be an imbecile Ronald!" shouted Hermione, clearly embarrassed by the whole situation. Her face was red, and she quickly bent down to pick a small rock before throwing it at Ron who had evaded the attack easily.

"I was just trying to remind you!" protested Ron with a chuckle, fondly amused by Hermione's reaction.

"I am aware!" said Hermione, ignoring her embarrassment and proceeded to move towards the entrance. "I was just trying to see if the message was just a fabrication."

"You mean, if they actually just an empty message?" asked Harry, already had his wit gathered.

"That's what I said, Harry." said Hermione sharply, clearly still annoyed that the man had laughed at her.

Harry sent Draco a shrugged, eyes dancing with amusement which Draco replied with a roll of his eyes. Screw him for being so charming.

"We can give it a go," said Draco, actually saw the logic behind Hermione's words. "We didn't come all the way here to have an ancient door stop us from trying."

"Precisely," agreed Hermione, voice was pleased and Draco quickly sent Harry a smug look that got him a stretch of an attractive smile from Harry. Shoot, bad move.

Hermione stuck a hand down her bottomless bag and took out a small knife and they observed her actions as she cautiously made a straight cut on her palm and Draco heard Ron make a displeased sound at the same time.

"Careful, 'Mione."

She sent them a quick smile and stepped in front of the entrance as she carefully put her bloodied hand on top of the circle in the centre of the entrance and they held an anxious breath as they waited for something to happen. Ten minutes in and Hermione sighed heavily in disappointment.

"I guess we already did our best," said Hermione with an upset voice. "There's nothing else we could do about it."

Ron and Harry shared a defeated look. They have spent nearly a year trying to solve this mission, after all. Blood, sweat and tears literally and an ancient door that thirst for virgin blood has put an end to their hard work. They gathered Hermione into their arms to reassure her before they moved to pack their equipment.

A sudden loud growl of stones moving against each other grabbed their attention and they turned in an instant to watch in stupefaction as the entrance was opening itself with Draco standing in front of it. When the door made of stone stopped its movement, Draco turned to his three friends as he wiped away his bloodied palm with a handkerchief and gave a nonchalant shrug.

"I reckon real virgin blood might do the trick." said Draco, casually picking his rucksack and beckoning his three gobsmacked friends with his head. "Come on, now. Let's not waste any time."

Draco stepped inside, fires of lights came to live as he walked further down the dark hall.

Hermione was the first one to recover as she quickly ran to follow Draco with a holler of; "But I saw you three weeks ago with that handsome bloke! He literally had his tongue down your throat!" 

"Because of course a tongue down my throat would take my virginity away." echoed Draco's voice throughout the hallway, laughing when Hermione reached him and slapped his shoulder. They continued to banter teasingly.

"I didn't know he was a virgin." stated Ron, haven't quite grasped the idea of Draco being a virgin seeing as they always had they nights at clubs together and Draco always, always pulled.

"Neither do I." growled Harry.

Ron turned to Harry and inches away when he saw his friend's dark look and followed his line of sight. Harry had his gaze pinned on the way Draco swung his hips as he walked, a look that he always wore when someone had their hands anywhere on Draco’s body. 

Ron grimaced, not because Draco didn't have an amazing arse because he did, in fact. It was the way those green eyes of Harry's clouded in a possessive way and he quickly sent a prayer that Draco would survive from Harry when they were done with this mission.

"Ron," began Harry with a low voice and Ron took a brace of himself because the man appeared serious. "The next time you pick a mission, make sure they didn't require a virgin blood because he won't be after I am done with him."

There was no need to ask who was 'he'. Ron stupidly nodded, and gaped when Harry's magical stag tattoo made an appearance, bright red as they took an angry gallop around his neck and went elsewhere after.

Merlin's beard, the man was really serious.

"Come on," Ron slapped the man's shoulder, just to remind Harry that they still have a mission to complete. "Let's worry about that later."

He quickly took his steps following Hermione and Draco’s trail, leaving Harry to gather his mind for a moment. He couldn't help but chuckle when he stepped past the entrance, thinking that perhaps this will put an end to Harry and Draco’s mating dance they've been doing since the past few years.

And, well. Good luck, Draco.

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Because you know, I always had a thing for virgin!Draco meow. cheers x

[heistmaster69]

pariet lilium (4)

pariet lilium by @heistmaster69

A/N: sup.

warnings: minor kink talk, mentions of murder and death, partial nudity, talk of wounds, the word b*ner and t*ts.

chapter one / chapter two / chapter three

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“He wants to what?”

Frankie had been in the hospital wing for a day. One day. And Draco’s father wants to murder the hippogriffs?

“He said; he wanted to make sure those beasts don’t hurt anyone else.”

Frankie scoffed. “If only daddy knew the only reason I was hurt was because his perfect son got angry at a Hippogriff.”

“I wasn’t angry at the Hippogriff.” He spat.

“Sure.” She sat up and crossed her arms. “Why are you here anyway?”

“For your information, I’m worried about your idiot arse.”

“Shut up.” He’s worried about me?

“Mr. Malfoy, if you’ll excuse us, I have to change Frankie’s bandages.” Mrs. Pomfrey shooed Draco away from the bed and brought Frankie to her feet.

Frankie shrugged out of the hospital gown, feeling the tingling chill of the drafty hospital wing on her skin, left in just a pair of black underwear as Pomfrey replaced the bandages on her back.

“One more thing-Merlin-” Draco. He turned from the exit just in time to catch a glimpse of Frankie’s exposed body.

“Draco what are you doing? Get out you prat!” She whipped around, pulling the gown back over her chest.

He turned and covered his eyes. “I’m sorry Chess-wow-I’m sorry.”

“You’re fine, just go! Merlin. I cannot believe that he just saw me naked.”

Ms. Pomfrey paid no attention, clearly lost in her thoughts while wrapping up Frankie’s back. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You should be ready to get back now, your robes were sent back to your dorms.”

“Thanks, Ms. Pomfrey. I’ll see you later!”

“Hopefully not, my dear.” With a laugh, Frankie gathered her belongings and proceeded to the Common Room, her face glowing a bright crimson.

~

“There she is! All in one piece!” Pansy shouted, the Common Room turning to look at Frankie.

“She’s alive!” Daphne snorted.

“Hi, Frankie!” Cher was sitting with an arm wrapped around Daphne.

“Frankster! Back from the dead are you?” Blaise sauntered towards Frankie, wrapping her in a careful hug.

“Blaise I’m not gonna break, you can give me a real hug.” She squeezed him back, letting out an over-exaggerated grunt. “Where’s Malfoy?”

Theo turned from his books. “Came back a few minutes before you did. He looked very strange. Went right up to the dorms. Why?”

“He might’ve seen me half-naked in the infirmary.”

“What?” Her friends screamed, jumping up from the couches and hitting each other.

“You’re kidding!” Theo had a look of pure shock on his face. Blaise practically had to pick his jaw off the floor.

“What did he say?” Cher grabbed her arm and set her down in an armchair.

“Can I change first?”

“No.” Daphne and Pansy spoke in unison.

“Fine. He just blubbered sorry and left, I didn’t see his face. I was so embarrassed!”

“Frankie, why? You’re like-hot!” Cher slapped Frankie’s forearm with a scoff.

“Not to guys! They like skinny girls.” She looked at her feet.

“You have a fat arse. What else do they need?”

“Pansy, oh my god.” Frankie snorted.

“She’s not lying, you have nice tits too.”

“Will you guys please shut up about her tits?” Theo laughed. “Blaise has a boner.”

Blaise slammed a hand onto the table. “I do not have a boner.” He tipped his head. “If anyone does, it’s Malfoy.”

Frankie’s head shot up. “What? Why?”

“He has a thing for-”

Theo interrupted. “Blaise, he told us that in confidence.”

“Ugh, I hate it when you’re right.”

“You cannot do that!” Frankie shouted. “What-”

“What’s going on down here?” A familiar blonde head strolled into the commons.

“Absolutely nothing.” Cher coughed.

Pansy snorted. “Yeah, what she said.”

“Mhm.” Daphne nodded frantically. “With that, we have to go upstairs.”

“No, no, what?” Draco pressed.

“Blaise here almost spilled your secret kink.” Theo elbowed Blaise in the ribs, tipping a head towards Chess.

“I-it’s-she-not a kink!” Draco sputtered.

Cher giggled. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Nothing.” Draco turned and stormed up the stairs, muttering curses under his breath.

The girls went up to the dorms, snuggling up into the beds. Daphne and Cher were cuddling on Daph’s bed, while Pansy laid on the end of Frankie’s. Frankie reached into her pillowcase, feeling the satin on her fingers and wrapping her hand around her journal.

“Uh oh everyone, the journal’s out,” Cher whispered.

“She’s gonna curse us all with her demon book.” Daphne yelled, wiggling her fingers in the air.

“Maybe it’s not spells,” Pansy spoke. “Maybe it’s actually just a secret diary where she writes about wanting to shag Leonardo Dicaprio.” The girls let out a string of laughter.

“You will never know.” Frankie opened her book and turned to her page on the Killing curse.

Killing Curse breaks the soul

Avada Kedavra

return soul to the victim

Horcruxes???

vitam reditu quo capta est revertere anima

victim’s soul is taken during the curse and used to grant more life to the user of the curse

1. preserve the body and heal the body

2. locate victims soul

3. incantation with hand on heart repeat until the soul is returned. (revertere anima)

4. possibility to kill user of the killing curse

“I think I’ve figured it out.” She gasped.

i have to take the victim’s soul from the horcrux, and use the incantation revertere anima to return the victim’s soul to their body.

“No way.” Cher slid out of Daphne’s arms and peeked over into the book as Pansy and Daphne followed. “You have to tell Dumbledore!”

“I can’t believe it, Frankster. You might’ve just made history.” Pansy shook Frankie’s shoulders. Frankie sat there, jaw hanging, hazel eyes wide. “Frankie?”

“I-I did it!” She laughed. “I did it!” Frankie jumped up and down, screaming with her friends in their dorm. She felt as if she were floating in the clouds, butterflies in her stomach. “I can’t believe I did it!”

“We’re gonna have a party tonight.” Daphne teased. “A big one. Cher, you get drinks, Pans, you decorate, I’ll get guests.”

“I’m gonna go talk to Dumbledore!” Frankie stood up, grabbing a sweater. “Thank you for the party! I’ll be back.”

~

“How does one so young have a mind so wise?” Frankie stepped into Dumbledore’s large office, the smell of parchment and smoke in the air, the room glowing orange with the sunset shining through the windows. There were books strewn across the floor, ancient-looking artifacts scattered on the walls and throughout the floor, not making it look messy, but making the room seem homey. “We have all been told that it’s impossible, but you have looked past that and created one of the most amazing spells ever to exist.” Dumbledore sat behind his desk, half-moon spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, a look of wonder on his face.

“I can’t believe no one has done it sooner.”

“No one has looked into the spiritual world as much as you have, and therein lies the answer.” He flipped the page. “This will require much practice, you know.”

“I know. I’ll have to meditate daily if I want to reach the spiritual world.” Frankie said. “But it’s worth it.”

“One hundred points to Slytherin.” He chuckled.

“Thank you so much, professor!” Frankie took the bound journal from his outstretched hand, watching as he walked slowly to a cabinet and took out his wand. A basin of water floated out of the cabinet as Dumbledore drew his wand, extracting a glowing white wisp from his temple and placing it in the Pensieve.

“No, child. Thank you.”

~

The rest of the year flew by. Draco acted very strangely since the day in the common room. But the Hippogriffs, much to Frankie’s excitement, somehow escaped in the middle of the night. The same night, however, the ‘murderer’ Sirius Black was in the castle. Apparently, he was an Animagus, and innocent, as she suspected. Remus Lupin was a werewolf, and will not be returning to Hogwarts next year. It was a shame, really. Frankie enjoyed his classes. But with that, the school year had ended, sending Frankie back to be dressed up like a doll and flaunted to every family in the Sacred 28.

Great.

~

we will continue to book four next!

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All of the questions! It’s tradition!

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?Eh. Mugs. Still don’t really get how to even hold a wine glass. Like soda cans too though.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?Chocolate bars. I leave the lollipops for Gabe.

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?Cotton Candy is heaven.

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?Probably not very nice. Never really talked, didn’t do homework. I was always late and sometimes didn’t go at all, so I could stay home with Sammy.

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?Sods cans.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?I have no idea what most of that means? Grunge I think...? Wait, lumberjack is what Cas called it.

7. earbuds or headphones?Headphones!

8. movies or tv shows?While I do love Dr. Sexy, Movies are my everything.

9. favorite smell in the summer?Freshly cut grass.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?Hmm does wrestling count? Otherwise football.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?Coffee, eggs and bacon. Maybe some pancakes.

12. name of your favorite playlist?‘All the songs Sam hates’

13. lanyard or key ring?Key ring.

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?Gummi bears!

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?Holes from Louis Sacher

16. most comfortable position to sit in?On Cas’ lap, leaning back against his chest.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?My boots.

18. ideal weather?Sunny, a bit windy. Not too cold or too warm.

19. sleeping position?On my tummy, tucked against Cas.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?I have a... journal. That nobody can ever find.

21. obsession from childhood?Cowboys, ninja turtles, batman

22. role model?Castiel.

23. strange habits?A lot. Always sleep with a gun. Get nervous when Sammy is not around. NEVER let anyone drive Baby.

24. favorite crystal?Blue Calcite.

25. first song you remember hearing?Hey Jude.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?Swimming.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?Sleeping.

28. five songs to describe you?I was born for this. - Royal deluxeDevils can’t fly.  - Natalia KillsHighway to Hell - AC/DCJust one Yesterday - Fall Out BoyBad Blood - Welshey Arms

29. best way to bond with you?Over my Baby or Pie.

30. places that you find sacred?Hell. Purgatory. apocalyptic world.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?Flannel, soft pair of jeans and my boots.

32. top five favorite vines?I have no idea.

33. most used phrase in your phone?‘I love you’ or maybe ‘I’m sorry.’

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?Coca Cola Christmas ones.

35. average time you fall asleep?Midnight.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?This weird frog.

37. suitcase or duffel bag?Duffle bag!

38. lemonade or tea?Both.

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?PIEEEE.

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?Ghost tried to kill me.

41. last person you texted?Cas.

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?I love jacket pockets.

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?4Leather jacket.

44. favorite scent for soap?Lemon. Weirdly enough honey too since Cas always uses it.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?Superhero!

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?Puh. Pretty embarrassing but Cas was right, when he bought me actual pajamas. Not telling how they look tho.

47. favorite type of cheese?Don’t care, but it has to be melted.

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?Strawberry?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?Enjoy the moment and don’t think about the future.

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?When Sammy sees a clown.

51. current stresses?Wedding stresses.

52. favorite font?Times New Roman.

53. what is the current state of your hands?Hurt. I got hurt on the last hunt.

54. what did you learn from your first job?How to use a gun.

55. favorite fairy tale?The little mermaid.

56. favorite tradition?Trick or Treating on Halloween. That counts right?

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?1. To be me, regardless of what my father says.2. I’m allowed to love a man.3. No matter how hard you try, you can’t save everyone.

58. four talents you’re proud of having?1. I’m very good at playing pool.2. I can juggle.3. I’m learning Enochian.4. Making Cas come.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?‘I’m Batman!’ Oh! Or ‘Where is my freaking pie?’

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?Porn obviously.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?It’s always the darkest just before the dawn.

62. seven characters you relate to?1. Tony Stark2. Klaus Hargreeves3. Draco Malfoy4. Sherlock Holmes5. Bruce Wayne6. Bucky Barnes7. Peter Quill

63. five songs that would play in your club?Everything from AC/DC to Led Zeppelin.

64. favorite website from your childhood?None.

65. any permanent scars?Ha so many I can’t count them. My body is a mess.

66. favorite flower(s)?Sunflowers.

67. good luck charms?No. Had that one and it didn’t work out..

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?Ew! Sushi.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?I have no idea what that could be.

70. left or right handed?Right handed.

71. least favorite pattern?Don’t think I have one.

72. worst subject?Art

73. favorite weird flavor combo?Vanilla and honey.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?15.

75. when did you lose your first tooth?With six. I was pretty scared because Dad wasn’t there.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?Fries!! But I love it all.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?Ask Cas.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?Coffee.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?Both are bad but driver’s license photo is at least a bit better.

80. earth tones or jewel tones?Earth.

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?Fireflies.

82. pc or console?PC.

83. writing or drawing?Writing.

84. podcasts or talk radio?Talk Radio. But both are bad. I just want music.

84. barbie or polly pocket?Barbie. I... wanted one as a kid, don’t ask how that ended.

85. fairy tales or mythology?Ugh. Fairy tales, at least they don’t wanna kill me. Most of the times.

86. cookies or cupcakes?cookies (PIE)

87. your greatest fear?Losing Cas and my family.

88. your greatest wish?Being happy with a few kids and my husband. Just, having a normal life.

89. who would you put before everyone else?Cas and Sammy. Did it before and would do it again.

90. luckiest mistake?Going to hell and getting saved by Cas?

91. boxes or bags?Bags.

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?Sunlight... but I don’t have that in my bedroom.

93. nicknames?Pumpkin, Honeybee, Deanie Beanie... and it goes on. But also Dee and Deano.

94. favorite season?Summer.

95. favorite app on your phone?Ehhh?

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?Three. My mum, Cas and Sammy.

98. favorite historical era?No clue.

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For the fanfic ask meme: 1, 4, 5, 6, 12, 13, 41, 45, 48, and 49! :D

1. How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?

12 or 13. I wrote a whole lot of Sirius/James angst in journals and on a fucking typewriter because I was that person.

4. What is your favourite genre to write for?

Hmm, honestly I’m probably most at least in a comedic type thing where there is a lot of banter to be had. But otherwise angst. I know those are very general, but over the past 2 years I’ve tended to write a lot of shorter AU fics.

5. If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?

Ehh, I always find a million problems when I reread shit I’ve written, but my current fic All Summer Long (Drarry) or my not-abandoned-but-rarely-updated fic Colorblind (Coliver) are both dear to me. I am really enjoying doing my own world-building in the HP universe in All Summer Long because I never really put the effort into that. I’ve also done a weird amount of research for this, so I think that helps lol. For Colorblind, I feel like it was really fun to find a balance between angst, smut, and some fluffiness (more to come when I eventually update). I had a great time writing Connor and Michaela’s friendship, especially.

6. If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

Anything from my fanfiction.net account. (Ash, you remember the reading of the James/Sirius fic, right? The one that included the line: “Sirius, I love you, too. God, beyond all things betwitched, I love you so effin' much.") OR, more mysteriously, anything from my secret ArchiveOfOurOwn Glee account from high school/freshman year. It’s an archive of all the embarrassing kinks I used to have, and I hate it. 

12. Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?

Sirius Black. He’s probably an excuse to do a little bit of self-inserting (lol), but he’s definitely more overtly dramatic than me.

13. Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?

Hermione’s voice feels hard to capture for me. I struggle to find a balance for her between smart without being stuck up and chill without losing her Hermione attributes.

41. What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written?

Sebastian from Glee. He has no real backstory, so I feel like there are a lot of opportunities to do some fun stuff with him. The ways I’ve written him as I’ve grown up have changed very similarly to how the ways in which I’ve written Draco have changed.

45. What spurs you on during the writing process?

Hmm. Well, the obvious one is comments/feedback. But also, if I’m writing for a tv show that’s currently airing or a movie I just watched, I get really into an idea and sort of write it in one go. Otherwise, sometimes a song jogs an idea. Pretty basic stuff.

48. What’s your favourite trope to write?

Enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, college setting, unexpected soulmates, Hogwarts AU. Basically any AU, honestly.

49. Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

Ugh, I searched for it for literally 30 minutes but couldn’t find it. I remember it was one of those Drarry fics with manipulative!Dumbledore fics where Tom Riddle is actually the good guy (I hate myself too). I remember Ron was evil too. Luna and Tom Riddle was a side-pairing, and I think they were really into BDSM. And Sirius/Lucius was a couple as well. Anyway, gonna set myself on fire.

[icecreamkink]

*slides this here bc im still Not Happy With It but i also dont know if i even wanna continue it but i need to put it somewhere also @fangirl383 might or might not shoot me with her pink gun if i dont post Another wip she liked and i promised i would ha  h a*

“Listen, I know this isn’t an ideal situation—” Malfoy snorted in contempt. Harry ignored him. “But we’re doing a job and if you could not act like someone’s roping you into.. Into-  What the fuck are you doing n- ow” Harry groaned as Malfoy’s elbow somehow collided with Harry’s mouth despite the fact half of his body was half on top of Harry, and, rationally, it had to be an accident. But if there was someone who would contort themselves to make Harry’s life the most difficult possible, it would be Malfoy.

“Shut up, Potter.” The git said, not even bothering to apologize.

“Will you stop moving-”

“I’m trying to get a clear view.”

“Do you need to climb on me to do that?!”

“Well actually, I do since your intelligence landed us in a literal hole,” Malfoy hissed in his ear. Harry opened his mouth to protest that, but well. It was true, his team had been the one to inspect the terrain and find them their hiding spot - a cave so narrow that was indeed more of a hole, nestled at the bottom of a cliff, large enough to fit 1.25 person lying stomach down. Or two aurors, lying practically on top of each other, as it were. The location was ideal because it had a side view of the site they believed to be the smuggling ring HQ, but far enough that the protean spells didn’t reach it, and was naturally conspicuous through dense trees and small rocks (and for being as tiny as a rabbit hole, Malfoy had grumbled moodily) so they didn’t need to use so much magic to disguise themselves. A natural hiding spot, nearly undetectable, but not particularly comfortable, Harry had to admit.

Also it was just… weird to argue with someone when they were hissing against your neck. Harry scratched his nails where Malfoy’s warm breath had tickled it.

“What do you have those dorky glasses for if you need to strain so much.” Harry muttered pettily against his wand, currently pressed between his face, his sweaty hand and a piece of rocky earth. Ugh, it was so hot in here, the air thick and still, made all the worst by the invisibility mantle they had thrown over themselves; all the places he and Malfoy touched felt as if on fire, he had dirt everywhere and Malfoy’s huffed breathing on his ear did absolutely nothing to cool him down, only gave him weird goosebumps in his spine. Harry squirmed miserably, and got a very pointed elbow in the ribs for his trouble.

“My glasses aren’t dorky” Malfoy hissed in supercilious indignation. If Harry didn’t have to risk torticollis to do so, he would have turned his head to watch his eyes flash in all his mad inventor righteous fury.  “They are high level magical object research in trial period, designed to help oafs like you not get killed in the line of work. My glasses, dorky, honestly, you of all people saying that with those things you wear around since school-”  

“What are you talking about, I’ve been told my glasses are quite fetching. Witch Weekly did a whole article on it.” Harry grinned as Malfoy ground his teeth. He’d take all the amusement he could get, after all, and riling up Malfoy was always so much fun.

“Oh, if the pinacle of journalism in our country, Witch Weekly printed it” Malfoy said snidely. Then, as if physically unable to stop there, he continued. “For your information, these glasses are curse repellent, heat vision, magical signature identifying ones. It won me a research funding from the Research and Extension Division-”

“Yeah alright Doc Brown, what do you see then?” Harry interrupted, stretching his back in an attempt to soothe his aching shoulders.

“Nothing uh, much. Will you keep still?” Malfoy murmured, voice strained.

“I barely even mov-” Harry started to protest in indignation, but was cut off by Malfoy’s sweaty hand suddenly pressing against his mouth.

“Shhhh, someone’s coming.” Harry immediately tensed—well, as much as he could in this current predicament, as he could barely grip his wand. Thank Merlin he’d gotten better at wandless magic.

He could hear a faint rustling sound; Malfoy moved his hand into the curve of his neck and it felt oddly comforting. Harry could feel all of Malfoy’s muscles tensing where they pressed together.

Malfoy fiddled with his wand, and Harry faintly prayed he wouldn’t accidentally stab him in the eye with it, because that was just the type of thing to happen to him.

Somebody jumped on the plateau they were directly under, boots scuffing the ground above them.

“That’s it?” A voice echoed. Harry could see Malfoy pointing his wand at another one of his “assistance magical artifacts ” or as Harry called them, his crazy inventor gadgets. It was a little box, similar to a radio, and it buzzed softly at Draco’s murmured incantation, releasing the faintest golden glow.  

“Mmhm, just leave the merch on the front hall.” The person above them said. “Talk to Bre and only Bre, then get the fuck out. There’s a new shipment coming, and everyone’s on edge, don’t hang around more than you have to.” A new shipment. This could be their shot. Harry willed whoever was above them to casually drop a date. Possibly a location. And a list of names. His knees hurt.

“Right, no worries Reg. I’ll be in and out in a peep” A pair of gangly legs dangled in front of them, stumbled over a rock, and then took off briskly towards the house in the woods.

Malfoy shimmied above him, trying to get a closer look. He brought the little box close to his mouth.

“Suspect: Male, red hair, medium stature, grey robes, carrying a medium sized black box.” Malfoy said into it. A recording device, then. Clever.  “Entered the house at -” he paused expectantly, and Harry cast a quick tempus “12:47, sunday the 24th. The box doesn’t appear to be the size or type for containing snakes, so it’s possible it’s another type of ‘merchandise’.” Malfoy put the recording contraption back in his pocket, balancing himself with one hand at the small of Harry’s back.

Harry scowled, unamused at being used as a cushion.

“Next time, I’m topping.” He grumbled.

“What?”  Malfoy choked out, hand slipping down Harry’s back into his side, knuckles thudding against the bedrock.

“In the- the stakeout” Harry hissed, embarrassed. “I’m not your damn pillow.” He grumbled. Malfoy started to shake above him, his whole body vibrating, and with growing chagrin Harry realized he was laughing. He dropped his head into Harry’s shoulder, trying to stifle his giggles.

“Don’t worry Potter, I’ll be your pillow if you want. I’m very comfortable switching between top and bottom after all." He quipped, amusement laced in every word. Harry could feel his blush spreading like fire from his neck to the tip of his ears, and he dropped his head between his arms with a disconcerted groan.

“Oh my god, shut up.” He mumbled, and Malfoy laughed even harder, gleeful and evil, shaking Harry’s whole body. “Is there movement above us?” He said loudly, mostly to stray from the topic at hand.

“Hm.” Malfoy projected a small map of the terrain from the tip of his wand. “Nope. Reggie dear is...currently at the bottom of the hill, down the other side. You know, I don’t know what you’re complaining about, Auror Potter. You’re practically just lying there, I’m doing all the work here.” He drawled, injecting unnecessary lewdness to his voice, still faintly amused as it was. Harry could swear he seemed to be purposefully pressing even closer, his words just short of murmured against his ear.

The git.

“Lying here- How can I- You’re on top of,” Harry started, and felt Malfoy giggle again, then huffed and promptly shut up. “You’re fired.”

“You’re not my bo-oss” Malfoy sing songed, but moved out of his position anyway, sliding away from Harry and turning on his side.

Harry felt disinclined to face him while his cheeks were still flaming.

“Oh come on Potter, where’s your sense of humor?”

“You didnt seem to be in such a jaunty mood a minute ago.”

“Yes, your mortification greatly lifts my spirits.” A beat. “I’m versatile like that.”

Harry sighed, lifting his head. “I hate you so much.”

“That’s kind of why we’re here, isn’t it?” Malfoy hummed, cheek smushed against the palm of his hand. Harry made a noncommittal sound. They were here in a partly punishment mission to quote unquote ‘learn how to act like the twenty-three year old Auror you are, not a snotty fourteen year old whenever Auror Malfoy is concerned’, after his (and Malfoy’s) respective partners filed complaints against their methods and their fighting and their case-point competition. So while it was true their behavior got them here, saddled together in this weird, uncomfortable stake out, Harry wouldn’t say hate was what brought them; he didn’t argue with Malfoy or looked over his cases or felt the need to prove himself and best him out of hate, it was more of a... compulsion. It was just more -  fun, in the often glum and dreary line of work they’d chosen, to have Malfoy pay attention to him, meet him at every curve and breathe down his neck. To watch him rising to his baits when he poked fun at Malfoy’s clothes and hair and (admittedly ingenous) inventions. He admitted to himself that he liked the rivalry, was motivated by it.

But, of course, Harry wouldn’t tell him any of that. And it’s not like he enjoyed Malfoy literally breathing down his neck, so Harry pulled out his wand and checked the map himself instead of answering.

“There's… something moving through the field” Harry said, looking the small dot moving in a hurry. It was too small and moved strangely for a human. Could it be...

Malfoy rolled on top of him again, straining once more to try and see the scope of land.

Harry waited, tense as Malfoy tried to get a clear view.

“Oh.” Malfoy said, muscles unlocking from his coiled stance. “It’s your reptile.”

Harry lifted his head suddenly eager in an attempt to see, banging it painfully against Malfoy’s chin in the process.

“Fuck,” Malfoy hissed, quickly rolling as far away from him as was possible, which in case meant they still touched thigh to shoulder even with Malfoy on his side with his back pressed against the stone. He sent Harry a dark look, clutching his chin; Harry patted his head as condescendingly as he could, turning back to the map, eyes glued to little wiggling dot heading for them.

“Missster Harry, Missster Malfoy” Arnaud hissed in greeting, poking his scaly face into their cave, then quickly sliding into the middle of them both. Arnaud turned his head to Malfoy, flicking his tongue in further acknowledgement since he couldn’t understand him.

“Hey” Harry greeted with a smile even as he inspected him for any sign of injuries. “Is everything alright?”

Arnaud turned to him.

“Yesss, it’s all been really quiet. They’ve mosstly kept us in the cages ssso far, and I snuck out without them ssseeing me. They’ve received five more younglings today, along with eggsss, and theress a boy bringing something else. Sssomething I couldn’t sssee.”

“Did you hear something about another shipment coming tonight?”

“Yess” Arnaud said, lifting his head. “I hear the humans talking. Tonight, at midnight.”

 “The smugglers have been quiet, but more snakes and eggs were brought in today, and something else he couldn’t see. He confirms there’ll be a new shipment at midnight.” Harry translated.

“We have to report it back to the team. See if it’s the time for an ambush or to collect more data” Malfoy said. Arnaud nodded in approval.

“I should get back before they miss me.” Harry nodded, even as his stomach tightened.

“Tell him to be careful.” Malfoy said, looking out with furrowed eyebrows. Arnaud flicked both of their fingers and slithered quickly out with a hissed ‘don’t worry’.

“That’s our out then.” Harry sighed turning sideways too. Malfoy was staring at him, pressed as far back as he could against the rock wall; there was maybe an inch between them.

“You’ll write the report.” Malfoy said, trying to sit up slightly.

“What? Why?” Harry spluttered.

“You headbutted me.” Harry narrowed his eyes.

“You elbowed me in the face!” He shot back. Malfoy stared him down. Harry held his gaze. His eyes looked very dark in the shade.

“Rock parchment wand?”

“...Fine”

.

Malfoy was leaning against the wall of Kingsley’s office. The dark red wood set his hair off rather nicely, Harry noticed. With Arnaud perched on his shoulder like that, he could be a slytherin poster boy.

Robards was still complaining in the back, something about Harry and Malfoy competing for leads and ethics and immaturity or something. Harry wasn’t paying attention. His and Malfoy’s… methods were always questioned, but here they were, another case closed, weren’t they? That’s what should matter.

Behind Robard’s back Malfoy caught Harry’s eye, smirking minutely and winked. Harry bit the inside of his cheek. Prick.

Robards face acquired new shades of red, but Harry wasn’t listening at all. Malfoy outright grinned, bringing one hand to stroke the scales on Arnaud’s head and his stomach felt….weird. Somehow almost...fluttery?

Oh.

Oh.

Well, that was inconvenient.

[maqicool]

you reblog a lot of drarry drabbles so i was wondering if you read any longer fics? Do you have any recommendations? I'm in the mood for some long reading. I'm not really picky as long as it isn't underage

I don’t know how long is long to you, so I’m going to do intervals. I also didn’t want to post repeats of authors, so I just basically made a list of writers who have a number of good long fics and chose my favourite from those. So, all of these authors should be checked out. ( Also this is my first “rec” type thing and I don’t know how it’s done. So I’m basically going to gush like I would when giving them to a friend. Sorry if this is completely incoherent. ) 

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The Softer Side of Draco Malfoy by QueenofThyme (29.7k)

Summary:  When Harry Potter’s experimental potion ends up all over Malfoy, and he starts behaving differently, Harry is left wondering: what the fuck is wrong with Draco Malfoy?

Opinion: By the first paragraph, I was sold. Second, I was invested - not only emotionally, but physically. I could not move until I read on. Third paragraph and I was hooked. I had to finish it and I absolutely devoured it. Just – the voice is so strong in this piece and every of their pieces, let’s be real. It is so fucking cute. It’s so funny. There’s so much second hand embarrassment to the point I had to put my phone down because I was freaking out and needed a break. There’s so much Oh Shit! in this story that makes it my favourite thing ever.

Draco Malfoy: Toilet Supremo by who_la_hoop (26.1k)

Summary: It must be a vision brought on by eating cheese sarnies too close to bedtime, Harry thinks. There’s no way that Draco Malfoy can really be standing on his doorstep, calling himself a Toilet Supremo, and expecting Harry to buy not only this unlikeliest of scenarios, but also a new loo. But no: Harry’s eyes do not deceive him. Malfoy, Lord of Toilets, is really there. Which begs a very important question: what the hell is he up to, and what evil scheme is he about to unleash? Because there must be an evil scheme … mustn’t there?

Draco. Sells. Toilets. This is literally the funniest thing I’ve read in ages, alright? It’s cute, it’s snarky, and honestly?? It’s so pure?? There’s so much to love about this. I love Hermione, and Ron, and the people who use the toilets in the adverts - they’re the best side characters, honestly. If you’re looking for something light-hearted and funny, this is a great read.

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A convenient Impracticality by firethesound (38.5k)

Summary:  Somehow Harry ends up agreeing to a fake relationship with his ex-nemesis-turned-friendly-acquaintance-with-benefits, except for some reason it involves an awful lot of actual dating and, sadly, not much sex. Confused? Harry is too, but when has anything with Draco Malfoy ever been as straightforward as it seems?

Opinion: All the second hand embarrassment. ALL OF IT. I love it. I’m trying really hard to make this coherent, so I have to contain some of my love, but this is one of those fics I keep going back to read whenever I’m down or in need of a pick me up. There are parts that I immediately go to for the comedy or feelings. I love everything about it and the background ships are a++.

In Evidence of Magical Theory by bixgirl1 (43.7k)

Summary: In which Harry and Draco can’t fight, and so they fall in love instead.When a hex meant for Draco accidentally catches Harry as well, the pair are forced to learn to understand each other in ways they previously might have thought impossible.

Opinion: I’m going to be clear in saying that I only include this one piece, but I highly recommend everything by this author. I didn’t want to put a bunch of things from one author, but what made me choose this instead of The Shape of the World or Balance, Imperfect basically boiled down to the bed sharing. I’m a sucker for this trope. It’s my favourite. This plus Bix’s writing, plus the angst, plus the fluff, plus the awkwardness, plus the falling in love, plus the plot twist ( and what a fucking plot twist that was wow ) all made this one of my favourite fics and it’s very high on my recommended list. This is the fic I threw at my older drarry friends and had long discussions about our feelings in regards to thi sfu ck ing stor y. Side note: most stories I read that contain a lot of sex scenes, I start to skim it, because it ends up being 1k words of penetration. I read every word of this. Because it’s written just so perfectly. 

Sealed With a Kiss by Faith Wood (46.4k)

Summary:  Harry Potter will fall in love with the first person who kisses him. Draco knows what he must do. A Christmassy Hogwarts fic, this.

*internal screaming* For the love of all that is holy, this fic is literally the air that I breathe. This is one of my favourite eighth year fics. There’s hijinks, accidental love potions, miscommunication, pining and HOLY PLOT TWISTS WOWOW. I was shook, shaken and stirred. There is the perfect amount of angst to hurt, but not enough to destroy you. The fluff and cute will do that. Also: I love christmas fics. 

100k+

Starfall by lomonaaeren (196k)

Summary: When the truth about a seemingly minor Dark hex Harry has suffered leads to the dissolution of his marriage with Ginny, Harry spins into a downward spiral. His private consolation is creating a fantasy life for himself in his journal as Ethan Starfall, a normal wizard with a big family. When he receives a random owl Draco Malfoy has cast into the void as a plea for help with his son Scorpius, Harry replies—as Ethan. There’s no reason, he thinks, for an epistolary friendship with Draco to go further. But Draco might have different ideas about that. 

ALRIGHT, where do I begin with this? First off, I have a thing for identity porn. I love it. Second THE FUCKING ANGST! I felt the pain of everyone. I felt Ginny’s pain, Harry’s pain, Draco’s pain – I felt everything. I even felt Scorpius’ temper tantrums. I had to take several breaks because I was too invested. This is some DRAMATIC SHIT. I don’t usually curse around my mother out of respect ( despite her being like ... you’re an adult ... idfc ) but I shouted a couple obsceneties because of this story. You’re going to need a pitcher of tea, and then back up tea because this story is going to spill it. The amount of yes in this fic is amazing. I highly recommend. It’s just not for the faint of heart. 

[naturegirl16]

Tomorrow

Summary: Draco has one person in mind for the yule ball.  One person who makes his insides flip upside down, his palms sweaty and his knees weak.  The one person he can’t talk to.  Guess what?  Y/N does too.

Word Count: just over 2400

Draco’s Journal – December 7, 1994

There’s going to be a stupid ball on Christmas Day.  Father will probably make me go with some daft bimbo.  I’ll have to get dressed up.  I’ll have to dance.  I’ll have to look at all the ridiculous couples act all lovey dovey on the dance floor.

It’ll be awful.

Draco’s Journal – December 9, 1994

Father said I could pick someone to go with.  He gave me a few suggestions but Mother made sure I knew that I could ask anyone.

Maybe I’ll ask her.

No.  That’s ridiculous.

I barely know her. She would never go to a ball with me.

I’ll have to look at the suggestions.  I’ll take whoever is the prettiest.  Yeah.  That’s the plan.

I need to forget about her.

Draco’s Journal – December 12, 1994

I did not forget about her.

I saw her in the Great Hall and nearly asked her right then and there.  She just looked so perfect talking and laughing with her friends.

No.  I need to get it together.

I’m asking Pansy Parkinson.

Tomorrow.

Draco’s Journal – December 13, 1994

I didn’t ask Pansy.

Not yet.

I saw her in the library. She dropped a book and I picked it up for her.  She smiled at me.

I should ask her.  I want to ask her.

But every time I see her, my heart hurts and my mouth goes dry.  I can’t seem to find a single word to say to her.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

Draco’s Journal – December 15, 1994

Cormac McLaggen.  The idiot tried to ask her.  He had flowers and I set them on fire.

Do I feel bad?  No.

Should I feel bad? Maybe.

Am I going to ask her? Maybe.

Is anyone else going to try to ask her?  Yes.  I needed a plan.

But could I do that to her? She’ll think that no one wants to take her.  She’ll be upset.  I can’t be the cause of that.

But I can’t let some tool like McLaggen take her either.

Draco’s Journal – December 16, 1994

He tried again.

This time I warned him. I told him to back off.  I think he’s going to listen…if he knows what’s good for him.

I have another problem now.

She’s going to Hogsmeade to buy a dress tomorrow.  She was just ranting to her friend about not having a date.

What if she decides not to go?  What if I missed my chance?

Tomorrow is going to be the day.

I’m going to ask her.

Tomorrow.

Draco’s Journal – December 17, 1994

I chickened out.

I went to Hogsmeade. I followed her and her friend to the dress shop.  I bribed the cashier and paid for her dress.

She was smiling when she left.

I bought a bag of her favorite candies.  She doesn’t like flowers.  They die too quickly for her and are only pretty for so long.  If something dies that quickly, she’d rather just have candy that is sweet for the same amount of time.

Yes, I found that out from eavesdropping.

I tried five times. The first time, I turned around before she even saw me.  The second time, I walked right passed her.  The third time, I ended up just saying hi and running away.  The fourth time, I tripped and scurried away.

The fifth time, I finally spoke to her…to tell her she dropped something.  That was it.  Nothing more.

I snuck the candy into her bag since I was never going to actually be able to give it to her.

I think I just have to ask Pansy.

But who would she go with?

Draco’s Journal – December 19, 1994

Theo asked her.

He’s a nice enough guy. Right?  He’ll be good to her.  Right?

I should’ve asked her.

On a side note, I asked Pansy.  She, of course, said yes.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

What would it have been like if I had asked her?

Would she have said yes? I’d like to think so.  Would she be happy?  I’d like to think so.  Would she make me dance to every song?  Yes. Would I have hated it?  No, not if I had her in my arms.  Would she be a punch drinker?  No.  Would I? No.  Would she be the type to scream the lyrics?  Yes.  Would I? Maybe, but only if she starts.  Would we stay until the end?  Yes.

Draco’s Journal – December 20, 1994

He took the credit. For the dress and the candy.  He took the credit.

I hate him.

I think she believed him.

I hate-

No.

I wish I could.

Draco’s Journal – December 23, 1994

The ball is in 2 days.

Everyone’s been talking about it.

She was talking with her friends in the library.  She’s excited.

But she wanted someone else to ask her.

Great.  More competition.

It’s not like it matters though.  I’ll never get the courage to talk to her.

Draco’s Journal – December 25, 1994

The ball was today.

I tried to find her but she must have come earlier than me.  She wasn’t in the hallway and I waited until the last possible moment to go in. I wanted to see her.

I found her later.  I don’t know how it could have taken me that long.

She was beautiful.  She wore a dark blue color.  The dress was fitted on top but flared a little when it got passed her slim waist.  She was wearing heels, something she never does and swore she’d never do again (again, I was eavesdropping).  She had small sleeves that just covered her shoulders.  Her hair was curly and half up-half down.  She wore makeup, even if she didn’t need it, but it just made her stand out more.

And she had that radiant smile on.

Until Theo ditched her.

I found her leaning against the wall in the astronomy tower.  Her heels were off as she brought her knees to her chest.  Her hair was down now as she stared out over the ledge.

She realized I was there and tried to get up but I stopped her.  We actually talked.  Not about anything important but we talked.

I sat next to her, leaning against the wall, trying to look calm.  I think I succeeded.  But it was hard with her so close.

And when a tear slipped from her eye, I was there to catch it, pushing it off her face.

She smiled and I swear time stopped.

I was gonna do it.

I was gonna kiss her.

And then I pulled back.

I walked her back to her common room.  It was a quiet walk but with us, quiet works.

She turned, looked at me and smiled.  And then she kissed me.

On the cheek.

But it still counts.

At least, I’m counting it.

I walked back to my room and here I am, writing in my journal.  I can’t stop smiling.

Tomorrow.  I’m going to talk to her.  I’m going to ask her out.

Tomorrow.  I’m going to get the girl.

Watch out Y/N.

Tomorrow.

Y/N’s  Diary – December 7, 1994

The Yule Ball was announced today.

I have to wait for someone to ask.  I have to buy a dress.  I have to actually dance.

I’ll be awful.

Y/N’s Diary – December 9, 1994

What if he did ask?

But he wouldn’t.

We don’t know each other. I doubt he even knows my name.

But a girl could dream.

Maybe I could ask him.

Y/N’s Diary – December 12, 1994

I didn’t ask him.

I was going to.  I really was.  And I almost did.

He was walking in the hallway, not knowing I was following.  Not in a creepy way.

I almost caught up and then I turned the corner.  I couldn’t do it.

I’ll just wait until someone else asks me.  I’ll go with someone else.

And I’ll forget about him.

Y/N’s Diary – December 13, 1994

I did not forget.

I almost asked him again.

We were in the library. I dropped a book and someone picked it up.  Him. He picked up my book.  He gave me this adorable small smile and handed it back. I couldn’t help the smile.

I think if he had waited another minute, I would have asked him.

I would have come out in a completely embarrassing way.  But I would have asked him.  Maybe he would have said yes.

Probably not.

Y/N’s Diary – December 15, 1994

No one’s asked me yet.

Is anyone going to ask me?

I saw Cormac today.  I heard from someone that he was maybe going to ask me.  But no. He was storming away from flowers that were burning on the ground.  He probably got rejected by someone.

I would have gone with him. I think I’d go with anyone.

I wish it was him.

But I’ll go with anyone, just so I can go to the ball and see him dance with someone who isn’t me.

Y/N’s Diary: December 16, 1994

I don’t have a date. But I’m going to get a dress tomorrow at Hogsmeade.

It’s so stupid.

Maybe I just shouldn’t go.

But I want to see him dressed up and dancing.  Even if it’s with someone else.

Mom didn’t give me much but it would be enough to buy a nice dress.  I’ll just wear my flats and my normal makeup.

I’ll probably be alone anyway.  I don’t think it matters much what I look like.

Y/N’s Diary – December 17, 1994

Today had to have been one of the best days ever.

I went to Hogsmeade and found this beautiful dress.  It was midnight blue, nearly black.  It had a long A-line skirt but the top was a little more fitted.  Just past the waist is where it flares out.  It had cap sleeves that kept a little bit of the modesty. The dress showed a little more cleavage than I would usually show.

And the best part.

Someone else paid for it.

I was about to pay when the lady said it was free.  She said some gentleman walked in and gave her enough money to buy three of the dresses.

I got heels and makeup for free too.

She wouldn’t tell me who it was.  She said that’s part of why he paid so much.  And she told me she knew we’d find each other someday.

So I walked out.  I bought some candy and some other small trinkets from the other stores.  I bought three new books.

It was the weirdest thing. I saw him around a lot.  He passed us by.  He said hi and then left.  He tripped and practically ran away.

It was weird.  But nice.  I at least got to see him.

And just before we left Hogsmeade, he picked up a bag I’d dropped.

When I got back to my room, I saw that there was an extra bag of candy.  I knew this because I’d already bought that candy.

Did he give it to me?

That’s ridiculous.  It must have fallen in my bag while I was shopping.  Or maybe I accidentally bought two and forgot.

Y/N’s Diary – December 19, 1994

I was finally asked.

Theo.

He was nice and cute.

But I can’t stop thinking about him.

What if he had asked me? I would have said yes.  Would he be happy?  I’d like to think so.  Would he dance to every song?  Maybe. Would I?  Yes, if he was with me.  Would smile while we slow danced?  I’d like to think so.  Would we stay until the end?  Yes.

Y/N’s Diary – December 20, 1994

Theo told me something strange today.  He said he was the one that bought my dress and candy.

I mean, if he knew about it, it had to have been him.  I didn’t tell him.  I only ever told two of my friends.

It was incredibly sweet and I tried to pay him back but he wouldn’t let me.

I can’t help feeling a little disappointed.  I had thought, maybe, it was him.  But it wasn’t.

It was Theo.

Y/N’s Diary – December 23, 1994

I can’t stop thinking about the dance.  It’s in 2 days.

I’m actually excited now.

I have a date, a dress and he will be there.

I heard he was taking Pansy so he will be there.  I’ll be able to see him.  Maybe, just maybe, I’ll ask him for one dance.  Or maybe we’ll run into each other afterwards.

A girl can dream.

I do wish he had asked. It would have been a fairytale.

Y/N’s Diary – December 25, 1994

The ball was today.

Theo picked me up outside my common room and we walked down together.  He was handsome in his dress robes.  He was nice, offering his arm to me.  We got there early and went in, waiting for the champions to start the dance.

Just before they came in, I saw him.

He was so handsome it hurt. The robes fit him perfectly, his hair was styled perfectly.  Everything was perfect.  Except I wasn’t with him.

The ball was okay. Until Theo ditched me.  He went to get punch and never came back.  I went to look for him and he’s against a wall with someone’s tongue down his throat.

I left.

I went to the astronomy tower, took off my heels and sat down.

I was ready to just sit and cry until I was tired enough to go back to my room.

But then he showed up.

I tried to leave but he stopped me.  And we talked.  We actually talked.

He was so calm whereas I was a mess.  I was trying not to cry although I knew that I already looked like a mess.  And I was so nervous for him to be this close.

And when a tear slipped from my eye, he was there to catch it.

I couldn’t help the smile.

We walked to my common room. It was quiet but with him, I like quiet.

I thought he was going to kiss me but I think it was my imagination.  So I thanked him and kissed his cheek.

I can’t stop smiling, even as I write in my diary.  I kissed him.

On the cheek.

But it still counts.

Well….I’m counting it.

Tomorrow.  I’m going to talk to him.  I’m going to ask him out.

Tomorrow.  I’m going to get the boy.

Watch out Draco.

Tomorrow.

[bylerchoseme]

Oneshot #19 :) Should've known

Winter break rolled around and students were returning home. Scorpius needed to have an important discussion with his dad. He rushed inside the house searching for him. Draco was in his office, of course. "Dad! I am happy to be home." Scorpius rushed to give him a hug. "Home sweet home." He missed their bonding time. Draco noticed the change of mood. Something happened, he thought. "What's got you excited? Do you wanna share with me?" Draco knew the conversation would be interesting. Scorpius smiled and sat down. "It's important. I have to tell you the news." He was giddy. "Go on, tell me. I am all ears." Draco paused on the work he was doing. Scorpius couldn't wipe the green plastered on his face. "I met a boy and I am in love with him." He continued. "I have a boyfriend." He said happily. "A boyfriend? Do I know him?" Draco only new one at the top of his head. "Albus Potter is my boyfriend. I asked him out and he said yes. Can you believe it?" Scorpius hoped his father would be accepting. Draco being surprised would be an understatement. "Actually I can. You see I was there. You just didn't see me." "You were there?" "Indeed. I'll tell you what happened." Draco took a deep breath, "You see, it all started out like this......" Flashback: On the day Scorpius was supposed to return home, Draco spent his time re-organizing the house. He saved Scorpius's room for last. While vacuuming, he noticed a journal on the side. The cover of it had the title: "Sixth month plan with Albus." From mere curiosity, Draco decided to make a not so smart decision and read inside. "Sixth month plan? I wonder what this is about." Draco said to himself. He turned to the first page taking notice of the different color coding. "Hmmm...." At the top, month one was written and below a listing of steps included, each in their own color. #1. Pretend to be into girls. #2. Get a reaction out of him. #3. Become closer. P.S. I'll think of something. "Such a dork," Draco kidded. Draco skipped to month six. #1. Act gay. #2. Keep him distracted from females. #3. Plant the seed. His eyes looked at the final step: -Throw him off guard, kiss him and ask him out on the last day before vacation. He shut the journal and was amused. "Well, well, well. Would you look at that?" Draco apparated to Hogwarts wanting to have a word with his son. There was still some time before students would be dismissed. However, he heard Scorpius's voice and followed it. He was just about to approach Albus. Draco was quiet. "Albus wait up. Where are you going?" Scorpius asked. "To class. We are late." Albus stated the obvious. Scorpius pulled him over. "Can we skip this once? I have to ask you a question." He had his fingers crossed. "Right now? You can't wait?" It dawned on Albus today was the last day before break and changed his mind. "You know what, never mind. What do you need to ask me?" "It's not simple." Scorpius pointed out. Albus gave him a questioning look. "So what is it? What's your question?" Scorpius wondered if he was making a mistake. "You and I are close and recently I've been making realizations that could change things between us." He stared at the ground. "I can't help you unless I know what you need to say." Albus had no idea what was coming. Barely having time to blink, Albus's lips were captured by Scorpius. His eyes didn't close. He had to process what was happening. Scorpius kissed him vigorously, unlike a first kiss . It was wild and the fact they are underage made it out of this world insane. Albus kissed back and it nearly escalated out of control where the kiss could lead further which wouldn't be deemed appropriate. Neither realized what they were doing. Scorpius pulled back to prevent inappropriate courses of measure. "I am very sorry. I wanted you and I got carried away." Scorpius didn't want them in an uncomfortable situation. "I never had a first kiss before." Albus was scared. "Neither did I. You are my first kiss." Scorpius confessed. Albus missed the feeling of Scorpius's lips and kissed him again, breathlessly. "Do you want to be my boyfriend Albus?" Scorpius wasn't expecting much. "Yes I do if you will willingly take me. I hope extra kissing is a part of it." Albus blushed. Scorpius wouldn't trade it for the world. "I'll never get enough of kissing you." He kissed him back. Draco apparated home knowing fully well he will hear what went down from his son. Until then, he would wait. Cut to the present. "Oh my god, this is embarrassing. I can't believe you saw us." Scorpius put his head down. Draco rubbed his shoulder, "Don't be embarrassed to be gay as long as that gayness is with a Potter." He warned him. Scorpius brought his head up. "I am gay for Albus Potter and only Albus." He proudly told his dad. "Wait until your grandfather hears about this." Draco nudged him.