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mirrorball-writings · 2 years

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All You Need is Pain

request: @looneylupinsworld: hii could you please write an imagine with the marauders x fem reader (5th year) maybe she gets bullied or something for not having friends and being a loner and like they take care of her and befriend her and she finally makes some friends ? thank youu!!

WC: 3.6k

Reading time: 13:15

Warnings: bullying, physical/verbal abuse, unforgivable curses

I stared out the library window, momentarily forgetting about the mountain of homework that sat in front of me. Even though it was only the beginning of the term, fifth year was OWLs year, so we already had a lot of work. Still, it was hard to concentrate on my homework considering the beautiful leaves outside, not to mention the fact that the infamous Gryffindor boys, or the “Marauders,” as they called themselves, had also taken seats at the library tables and were incredibly loud. I turned my attention away from the orange and yellow covering the landscape and back towards the essay I was working on, but I couldn’t get myself to focus with the incessant chatter and laughter from a few tables down. I sighed and packed up my work, knowing I’d surely be able to get more work done in my dorm without so much noise.

I strolled through the corridors of the castle, taking in my surroundings and humming one of my favorite Muggle songs I listened to back at home. I was looking at one of the portraits on the wall — a particularly beautiful one with a girl in a flower garden — when I ran into someone and dropped all my books on the floor.

“I’m so sorry,” I stuttered out, while hurrying to gather all my things back into my arms.

I heard a girl scoff. “Watch where you’re going next time. If you had messed up my robes I’d have to get you to pay for them.”

I picked up my last book and finally looked up, my eyes meeting those of a Slytherin girl, although I didn’t know her name. She had never talked to me before, but I had seen her parading around the castle with her crew of Slytherins: Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa and Bellatrix Black, Severus Snape, and the like. I hurriedly apologized to her again and rushed off, not wanting to prolong our interaction.

Somehow, I managed to get all my work done, but the next day I had already been assigned plenty more. I trudged through the corridors on the way to my next class, arms weighted down with mounds of books and parchment. As I turned the corner, I saw the girl from the previous night, plus some of her gang. They met eyes with me briefly, but I turned to stare straight in front of me and walked as quickly as I could past them.

“Not so fast, Wilson,” I heard, right as I was about to turn out of their sight. I took a deep breath and turned around to see none other than Lucius Malfoy sneering in my direction.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” he asked, feigning interest. When I didn’t answer, he snarled, “Answer me when I speak to you! Or are you too much of a scaredy-cat? Seems weird to me that they’d put a timid little mouse in the house of the lion.”

I mumbled, “I was just going to the library.”

The whole group laughed, sharing meaningful glances between one another, smirking and snickering at me.

This time, Bellatrix spoke up. “Wow, Wilson. We all knew you were a loser, but I never would’ve expected that you’d be such a weirdo that you couldn’t even find another weirdo to do homework with you. I mean, you may be a loser but at least you get good grades. It must be a shame to have nobody even like you enough to get homework answers from you.”

I shook my head and turned around, walking the rest of the way to the library. I knew that would probably upset them, since they didn’t tell me I could leave, but I didn’t want to just stand there and let them keep harassing me. I tried to tell myself that I didn’t mind not having many friends, but I also knew there was some truth in what Bellatrix had said. I was known for being smart, and yet nobody ever asked me for help on homework or assignments, much less to help them study. I had never really tried to make friends with anybody, and I generally liked being alone, but I suppose maybe it would’ve been nice to have someone to talk to or laugh with every now and again. Of course, the other girls in my dorm were perfectly nice to me, but they all were in their own little friend group, and I was never included in the things they did. I figured that after five years it was too late to try and make friends, so I just shook my head to myself and got started with my homework for the night.

I tried to avoid the group of Slytherins after that, because as I figured, they were not happy that I had left before we were done with “our little chat,” as they called it. The few times I did pass them in the halls, they made snide remarks, but we didn’t really have any more interactions like the first one, since there were generally other students or professors in the halls when they would see me. So, thankfully, I was able to avoid being stuck in a similar situation for a while.

I didn’t really know why they seemed to have it out for me, but I knew that the only way they really knew who I was was because I had run into that girl one night. They didn’t even really seem to have a problem with me — I figured that they just picked on me because I was easy. I didn’t stand up for myself and I didn’t have any friends to stand up for me either. Or maybe they picked on me in hopes that they could get to the Marauders, who had pranked them more times than anyone could count. They knew that I wasn’t friends with the Marauders, but they also knew that we were in the same house and the same year, and they sarcastically asked me many times if I was going to go ask them for help. Although I could tell they were trying to be patronizing when they said I should go get the Marauders to help if I couldn’t handle them on my own, I was fairly certain that they somewhat hoped that I would, so that they could have an opportunity to get back at them for all the things the Marauders had done to them in the past.

A few weeks later, they caught me again when I was on the way to class. This time, they cut to the chase.

“Look, Wilson. Our deal is this: either you start telling us about how to ruin the pranks of those boys in your year, or we make your life miserable.”

I shrugged. “I don’t really know them.”

Bellatrix, who was the one talking to me at the moment, scoffed. “You’re in the same year and the same house. The only way you wouldn’t know them is if they’re trying to avoid you. Which I guess wouldn’t be surprising considering that everyone else seems to, otherwise you might actually have some friends.”

I looked around uncomfortably, trying not to meet her eyes. “They don’t avoid me, we’re just not really friends. And I don’t really want to sell you information anyway.”

The group looked at each other before Bellatrix responded, “Fine, then. Get ready to see a lot more of us.”

I continued to try to avoid them, but they lived up to their promise. Every few days they would catch me in the corridors as I was heading to class or the library, and they would pick on me, tease me, call me names, and generally belittle me. After a while, though, I learned to live with it, since it seemed that their insults were fairly limited. All they would say was that I was a loser, a loner, a nobody with no friends. I knew I had no friends, so I tried to not mind, although I can’t deny that their insults started to get to me eventually, and I started to wonder whether maybe I was just so weird that nobody wanted to be friends with me at all. I had always thought that it was just because I was too shy to try and make friends, but maybe they were right, and people would want to be my friend if I wasn’t such a loser.

After a few weeks of teasing, they seemed to get bored, and started to escalate things to physical harassment. They would push me around, and sometimes even hit me, just to try to get a reaction out of me. I was surprised that they would go to this much effort just to try to get back at the Marauders, but I supposed that they had a reputation to uphold and the incessant pranks were making it difficult for them to maintain the respect they wanted, and they somehow figured that if I got tired enough of their treatment that I would go to the Marauders and get them to deal with it. I couldn’t possibly understand the logic of the plan, but I figured that they hoped that if the Marauders got involved, they could blackmail, threaten, or scare them somehow into not pranking them anymore. Either way, I thought they would have realized by that point that I wasn’t the way for them to get what they wanted, but maybe by then they just enjoyed picking on me.

This trend of teasing continued for quite a while, and I was starting to feel drained. I was tired of worrying about where they were at all moments of the day, and I was tired of trying to cover up the fact that they had been hurting me — physically and mentally. Although nobody really looked out for me most of the time, the girls in my dorm had noticed something was up, and tried to get an answer out of me. I didn’t want to tell them that I was being picked on, so I tried to make excuses, even if they weren’t particularly believable.

Eventually, they seemed to get bored again, and this time escalated it further. The first time they ever hexed me was when they were asking again for me to give them a chance to get back at the Marauders. When I said no, they hexed me. It wasn’t really harmful, and it wore off in a few minutes, but it still signified a new level of the degree they would go to. I left that particular meeting shaken up, but still not willing to bring the situation to anyone’s attention.

As the weeks went by, it got more and more difficult to hide what was going on from the girls in my dorm. There were multiple times that I was late getting somewhere, or they saw the aftermath of an interaction — whether that was bruises on my arms or evidence of a hex. I still tried to deny anything was happening, but they were too smart for my excuses, and they eventually figured out that someone was picking on me. From that point, it wasn’t hard for them to figure out who it was. Apparently, although they didn’t tell me this, they decided to give those Slytherins a piece of their mind, and try to convince them to stop.

I didn’t know that the girls had done this until the day after their confrontation. When the Slytherins caught me in the corridors that day, I could tell that something was different. Instead of their usual attitude, which treated me more as a plaything, they seemed genuinely angry, which surprised me, since I had no recollection of doing anything in particular to upset them.

Lucius was the first one to talk to me. “Who else have you told?”

I stared at him blankly before responding, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He laughed coldly. “Don’t play that innocent game. We all know you went and told your little friends about what was going on, who else have you told? You’re a goody-goody, so no doubt you’ve told a professor. Who have you told?”

I shook my head. “I haven’t said anything to anyone.”

“Well, then how did those girls in your year know that we were having these little meetings?”

“I—I don’t know. I didn’t tell them.”

I was starting to get scared at this point. In the past, they hadn’t really done anything to actually harm me, but up to this point they hadn’t really been angry. Now that they were, I didn’t know to what extent they would go to take out their anger. Thankfully, before I could find out, a professor turned the corner, so they backed away. However, before we could part ways, I saw a look on their faces that said, unmistakably, I ought to prepare myself for the next time we meet.

Later, the girls in my dorm confronted me. They told me that they had talked to the Slytherins, and that they knew they had been picking on me. I said that I already knew about their conversation, so they asked if they had done something again today. Now knowing that they already generally knew what was happening, I figured that there was no reason to deny anything anymore.

“They stopped me today in the halls, but they didn’t really do anything.”

The girls looked at each other before Lily spoke. “Do you think they’re going to do something?”

I nodded. “Before they walked away, they had this look on their faces, like they wanted to do something really bad. But they didn’t have time to do it.”

They looked concerned, but I waved it off and said it would be fine. They hadn’t ever really done anything to hurt me before, so I figured they wouldn’t really do anything too bad.

The next day, they saw me again. This time, it was the evening, so professors were less likely to be roaming the halls. I had just left the library, yet again trying to escape the ruckus of the Marauders. I tried to turn away when I saw them, but they noticed me before I could.

“Ah, Wilson, we meet again,” said Severus.

I backed towards the other side of the corridor.

“Don’t act so afraid. You brought yourself into this. Let this serve as a reminder that we have a deal. If you want this to stop, you have to follow through with the deal and let us get back at the group that has humiliated us all these years. If not, nothing changes. Understood?”

I nodded, afraid of the raised wands pointed towards me. “I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

Severus laughed. “It’s too late for that now, isn’t it?”

Before I could prepare myself, I heard a word I had never heard outside of a classroom. I knew that these people would do awful things, but I never thought that even they would go to this level of cruelty. And yet…

“Crucio!”

I wasn’t sure who said it or how long the spell was working. All I knew was pain coursing through my body — every bone, muscle, and vein in my body screaming with shooting, burning pain. It was worse than any pain I had ever felt before. I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t see, and I couldn’t think; I could only feel, and I could only feel pain. It was the purest pain I had ever experienced, and I could do nothing about it. I could feel myself writhing on the ground like a bug that’s been stepped on, but I couldn’t bring myself to get up. My vision was covered with bright white, with pain. All I felt was pain.

I didn’t know how long it had been happening, but somewhere in the distance — or, perhaps, right next to me, but sounding distant due to my decreased senses — I heard someone shout “Expelliarmus!” and the pain started to ebb away. Even once my body had stopped burning with pain, I remained lying down with my eyes closed, willing myself to get up. I tried to lift myself up off the ground, but I couldn’t.

I heard footsteps approaching me and felt someone kneel down, presumably to check if I was still alive. Someone tapped on my shoulder, and I forced myself to open my eyes, even if only to curl up tighter and clutch my head afterwards because of the light of the corridor. However, the split second my eyes had been open was enough, and I couldn’t deny what I saw. Remus Lupin.

I was still lying curled up on the floor when I felt strong arms scoop me up and begin to carry me towards what I assumed was the common room. In normal circumstances I would be beyond embarrassed and would demand to walk, even if I was in an unfit state, but I was still in shock and still had no ability to form coherent thoughts. After a minute of walking, I felt myself being lowered down onto the familiar couch of the Gryffindor common room, and I felt a blanket being laid over my numb body.

Eventually, I was able to open my eyes, and I was met with the very concerned stares of four boys that I had never seen concerned about anything before. I shied back into the couch cushions, wishing they would look away, wishing I could disappear from their gazes. However, there was no such luck.

“Are you okay?” asked Sirius.

Remus lightly hit Sirius in the arm and said, “Don’t be thick, Sirius, of course she’s not okay!” Turning to me, he continued, “Can we do anything? Do you need something to eat? Drink? Anything? We could go get the girls if you want.”

I shook my head.

The boys looked at each other, and Remus said, “That’s a pretty intense curse… it can really mess you up. I have some chocolate though, that helps. I’ll go get some.”

I shook my head again, but he had already left to go get some. When he came back, he forced me to eat it, even though I didn’t want to. However, I supposed that he was right, since it did restore me and my senses a little bit.

After a few minutes of silence, James spoke up. “So, have they ever done that before?”

I shook my head once more. “They’ve hexed me and such, but never anything like that.”

“It’s good we came when we did. The girls told us to go make sure everything was okay when they saw you leave on your own. It would’ve been better if we had come sooner, because it looked like they had been going at it for a while, but if we hadn’t come when we did… who knows what could’ve happened. You should probably stay away from them, though.”

I chuckled a little. “I try to.”

This time, Sirius made an offer. “Well, you can always hang around us if you want. That way they won’t catch you alone again.”

“I don’t want to intrude, I know you guys are a pretty close group of friends, and I don’t want to get in the way of that — I mean, I’m not exactly the type of person you’d want to hang out with.”

Remus shook his head. “Nonsense! You seem super cool, plus it might be nice to finally hang out with someone else with some brain cells.”

I laughed and gave them a strong maybe. They took that as a yes, and told me to meet them in the common room for breakfast. They started to head up to bed, but my body was still too drained to get up and go to my dormitory to go to sleep.

Remus noticed that I wasn’t getting up to go to bed, and asked whether I’d like for him to stay down in the common room with me. I told him he could go up if he wanted, but I was thankful that he seemed to understand the language of anxiety enough to know that that meant “yes, but I don’t want to make you or myself feel like I’m forcing you to,” and he sat down on the couch next to me. Listening to the fire, I slowly felt myself relaxing, letting the tension from this evening die down, and I slowly, slowly, fell asleep.

The next day, I did indeed meet the rest of the group in the common room for breakfast, and I realized that it was nice to have a group of people to talk to. Even though I spent the first few days mostly listening and not talking much, I started to open up a little bit. Thankfully, they never really mentioned the circumstances under which we met initially, but they did sandwich me whenever we walked past a particular group of Slytherins. I still liked having some alone time sometimes, but it was also nice to sometimes have people to hang out with. They made me laugh and they gave me comfort, and they were just another source of joy. I figured that even though our meeting was far less than ideal, things seemed to have worked out for the better, and I was glad it was them who had stopped the curse that night.

Thank you so much for the request!! One thing about me is that I am definitely a sucker for hurt/comfort so I tend to like writing those kinds of stories. I know that this wasn't exactly what you asked for but I tried to follow the prompt as best as I could, although I admit I got a bit carried away in the story as I was writing. Hopefully you enjoyed! Thank you for reading!

#harry potter #marauders #platonic #platonic fanfiction #platonic imagine #hogwarts #harry potter fanfiction #marauders imagine #platonic marauders imagine #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black

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rckflg · 2 years

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CHARCTER MASTERPOST

enjoy :) hope you like this free food

i will link each character’s masterlist in this post

MOVIE MASTERLIST

STAR WARS UNIVERSE

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princess leia

luke skywalker

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anakin skywalker

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kylo ren

general hux

poe dameron

rose tico

finn

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din djarin

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HARRY POTTER & FANTASTIC BEASTS

harry potter

hermione granger

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ginny weasley

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charlie weasley

bill weasley

neville longbottom

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seamus finnegan

dean thomas

cedric diggory

luna lovegood

cho chang

fleur delacour

pansy parkinson

viktor krum

voldemort/tom riddle

bellatrix lestrange

fenrir greyback

lucius malfoy

narcissa malfoy

igor karkaroff

barty crouch sr

barty crouch jr

professor severus snape

alastor moody

sirius black

remus lupin

nymphador tonks

newt scamander

theseus scamander

MARVEL & X-MEN

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yelena belova

hulk / bruce banner

antman / scott lang

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hawkeye / clint barton

hawkeye / kate bishop

echo / maya lopez

kazi

nebula

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mobius m. mobius

deadpool / wade wilson

negasonic teenage warhead / ellie phimister

cable / nathan summers

domino / neena thurman

storm / ororo munroe

mystique / raven darkholm

wolverine / james howlett / logan

rogue / anna marie

phoenix / jean grey

cyclops / scott summers

havok / alex summers

jubilee / jubilation lee

banshee / sean cassidy

quicksilver / pietro maximoff

angel / warren worthington

x-23 / laura kinney

magik / illyana rasputina

wolfsbane / rahne sinclair

mirage / dani moonstar

nightcrawler / kurt wagner

magneto / erik lensher

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BIRDS OF PREY

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black canary

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THE SUICIDE SQUAD (1&2)

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polka-dot man

ratcatcher 2

bloodsport

peacemaker

LORD OF THE RINGS

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pippin took

aragorn

legolas

gimli

arwen

boromir

faramir

elrond

eomer

eowyn

haldir

THE HOBBIT

bilbo baggins

thorin oakenshield

kili

fili

dwalin

THE LOST BOYS

david

marko

paul

dwayne

star

michael emerson

STAND BY ME

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eyeball chambers

billy tessio

TWILIGHT

carlisle cullen

esme cullen

alice cullen

jasper hale

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emmett cullen

edward cullen

bella swan

charlie swan

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paul lahote

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TELEVISION SHOW MASTERLIST

THE MAGICIANS

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PENNY DREADFUL

vanessa ives

ethan chandler

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brona croft

victor frankenstein

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

vanya hargreeves

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luther hargreeves

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CHARMED (1998)

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CHARMED (2018)

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PEAKY BLINDERS

tommy shelby

john shelby

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ada shelby

finn shelby

polly gray

alfie solomons

luca changretta

aberama gold

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johnny dogs

STRANGER THINGS

jim hopper

joyce byers

dr alexei

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steve harrington

billy hargrove

max mayfield

NETFLIX’S DRACULA

dracula

SHAMELESS (US)

fiona gallagher

ian gallagher

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debbie gallagher

lip gallagher

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kevin ball

veronica fisher

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CRIMINAL MINDS

spencer reid

penelope garcia

luke alvez

aaron hotchner

elle greenway

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CARNIVAL ROW

rhycroft philostrate

vignette stonemass

tourmaline

GRIMM

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monroe

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trubel

N0S4A2

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DOCTOR WHO & TORCHWOOD

9th doctor

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11th doctor

12th doctor

13th doctor

simm!master

missy / gomez!master

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river song

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nardole

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MISCELLANIOUS

PEDRO PASCAL

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maxwell lord

whiskey / jack daniels

dave york

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marcus moreno

OSCAR ISAAC

poe dameron

nathan (ex machina)

apocalypse / en sabah nur

kane (annihilation)

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JOEL KINNAMAN

rick flag

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pete koslow

erik heller

stephen holder

ed baldwin

ANDREW GARFIELD

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kind-hufflepuff · 6 months

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NARCISSA BLACK

#aesthetic #harry potter #hogwarts house #harry potter aesthetic #ship #fem severus x narcissa #healer #narcissa black #lgbt #bisexual #past abusive lucius

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velaryqns · 2 years

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Solely Mine

REQUEST: so basically the reader and Severus are in a relationship and they go on dates cuddling and all the fluffy stuff but then like they go on a party and R gets jealous of a girl that has been talking with Severus and R gets upset. He prepares a cute little date to apologize to the reader but then r is just laying on the bed ignoring him and just they end with a cuddle.

REQUEST BY: @mizzgay

PAIRINGS: Severus snape x fem!reader

SONG: Lover, by Taylor Swift

WARNINGS: some angst, fluff, women who can’t keep their hands to their selves, minor swearing

Severus and I have been together for a few years, our relationship was nothing new to us, nor anyone we spent our everyday lives with. Yes, the occasional new intruder would come along and be taken completely taken aback once they realized that we were a couple.

I could never blame them.

Severus was a loving man. He was kind and devoted and took plenty of time out of his day to day life to ensure my joy. He loved me, and rarely ever had to say it. Severus proved himself and showed his love every day, and where people thought he was just a bitter and selfish man, a person like me could always prove them wrong.

Especially at large events.

It was rare, but when the Malfoys had large events it often meant Severus and I would receive an invitation as well. I’d put on my best outfit while Severus would simply wear the same outfits as usual, rarely putting on the suit that sat in the back out our shared wardrobe. I didn’t complain.

Sometimes these fancy galas would replace our date nights, whether they were going out or Severus attempting to make us some extravagant meal: which he could do very well by the way. Severus wouldn’t complain if I wanted to attend these, finding it another way for him to make me happy.

One of these nights in particular, was after I had decided last minute that Severus and I deserved the night away. My bookshop had been bustling as we neared the holidays or new books came in, and Severus…well he was Severus. I told him we should go, have a few drinks and enjoy ourselves.

“We could enjoy ourselves at home,” he mumbled while sitting on the bed and watching me sift through my dresses and pantsuits. I chuckled and shook my head.

“It’s Lucius and Cissa,” I grinned back at Severus, forgetting my task at hand and turning completely. I slowly approached him, his eyes trained on me while I straddled his lap. Severus’ hands immediately locked around my back to keep me sturdy while I combed his hair back, “you need a trim.”

“Do not change the subject,” he spoke accusingly and with warning in his tone.

“What’s the worse that could happen with Lucius and Cissa, Hm?” Severus looked up at me, processing the question and contemplating what he could say next. I chuckled and shook my head, leaning in and placing a kiss to his hooked nose. Severus pulled away, disappointed at the kiss. I grinned and pulled back, tilting my head and looking into his dark eyes, “Please, my happy little homebody.”

“Darling,” he said lowly, massaging my back while he let out a deep sigh, “do you really want to?”

I hurriedly nodded my head and Severus nodded his head, “Alright.”

I held my own silent celebration, kissing Severus once more before returning to picking out my clothes and preparing myself for the party.

Which led us to right now.

Narcissa stood beside me, rambling about something or another. We held marching glass goblets with golden rims. I had stopped listening to Narcissa’s voice a while ago, I loved her, but my mind was far gone. I swirled the wine in my glass, eyes trained to the sight across the room and directly in front of me.

Severus stood with Lucius, the platinum blond man introducing Severus to a young woman. A very beautiful young woman. A beautiful, young woman who couldn’t keep her hands off of my partner. I clenched my jaw, squeezing my hands together so tightly I was scared I could’ve broken the expensive goblet.

We’d been to plenty of Lucius’ parties. And we’d been at this one for quite some time. And I had never seen this woman before. I frowned as her brown doe eyes looked up at Severus, her hands finding his biceps while she smiled up at him. It wasn’t that I was disappointed or disgusted in Severus, I had seen him shrug her off and try to distance himself from her many times.

I adjusted how I was standing, staring daggers into the woman’s head before I turned to Narcissa. She was watching me curiously, her blue eyes watching Severus and then returning to me. The blonde frowned when she realized what was going on.

“He’d never,” she says reassuringly, sending a comforting smile my direction while taking a sip of her wine, “you know that, don’t you?”

I hummed in response, swigging down the rest of my beverage before holding the glass to Narcissa. She took it, not arguing as she did so, “I think I’m going to take my leave.”

Stupid of me, so desperate to come to a party just to leave over some doe-eyed beauty. I glanced back at my partner who had returned to his conversation with Lucius, the blonde watching lustfully. I groaned internally, wandering out of the large hall and aparating back to Hogwarts.

Typically, we slept at our cottage. But Severus had plans the next morning and needed to be at Hogwarts early, so he and I agreed to stay at the castle for the evening. I changed slowly, removing my dress and setting it aside while I changed into a nightgown. I climbed into the bed, waving my hand as the candles all blew out. I pulled my covers up, lying on my side and staring at the vanity against the wall.

A few hours later, I heard Severus entering the room. He was silent and swift with his movements, climbing into the bed behind me a few moments later. I remained still, until Severus pushed himself closer to me. His fingers grazed my skin underneath the blanket, and I jerk away squeezing my eyes closed as I felt tears well in them.

Severus said nothing, but I could feel the concern in his eyes on the back of my head. I only curled in on myself more, holding my blanket tighter and willing myself to sleep.

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A few days passed, and I kept myself busy with the shop. I spoke to Severus every so often as the time passed, but my jealousy would get the better of me no matter what. I couldn’t get my mind away from that stupid girl from the party, but I could never admit that to Severus. But I should’ve known he would outsmart eventually.

I returned home from a fairly long day at the shop, letting myself into the cottage with a long sigh. The scents of (y/f/f) filled the home and I smiled, setting my bags down and removing my shoes. Severus was back to his usual ways.

I wandered toward the dining room, seeing the table set and Severus in the kitchen finishing up a meal.

“Hello, Darling,” I heard as Severus approached the table, setting a few pots down on it.

“Hi,” I spoke.

He froze at my reaction, glancing up at me before signing and pulling out a chair at the table. He pat the back of it and gestured for me to take a seat. I nodded and joined him, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek and sitting down. Pushing my chair in, Severus walked to his chair and took his place at the table. I picked at the food I placed on my plate, feelings Severus’ eyes on me the majority of the time.

“Y/n,” he spoke softly, forcing me to glance up at him. He looked worried, his brows furrowed and his filled with concern, “what is the matter?”

I set my fork down with a sigh, “You love me?”

Severus scoffed in disbelief, “Of course I do.”

“No matter what?” I raised my gaze to him once more, realization settling on his face.

“The woman at the party?” He asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, “Y/n…you know that I am solely yours, and you mine.”

“I couldn’t help it-“

“You were jealous,” a teasing smirk covered Severus’ face, tilting his head and resting his arms on the table.

“No,” I defended, brows knitting together while Severus chuckled.

“You jealous, jealous girl,” Severus rose to his feet, grabbing my hands and pulling me from the chair I was in. Severus’ arm wrapped around my waist while we walked toward the bedroom, “I could never love another more than you. I understand your concern, darling. But…my heart is yours. You are my love, and solely so.”

I watched him from the corner of my eyes, letting him guide me to our shared room, “I don’t want to lose you to some…girl like that.”

At those words, he chortled with laughter. It was soft, and drew a smile to my face. I stopped walking beside him, turning Severus to face me while I cupped his cheeks. I pulled Severus down to me, our lips crashing together. Internally, I knew I hadn’t been mad at him that night. I was simple insecure, and frankly jealous.

Severus pulled away and rest his forehead against my own, “I. Love. You.”

“I love you,” I whispered with a smile, pressing my lips to his once more.

FIVE YEARS LATER

Severus’ voice faded out of the room, closing the book with a smile on his face as he looked over at the sight beside him. Y/n was laying down beside him, one hand cupping her growing belly and the other combing through the hair of the three year old now fast asleep next to her. Y/n’s eyes raised to Severus’ and she only smiled, tired and beautiful.

And solely his love.

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The Wicked Game

Part I Part II Part III

Summery: Reader is a brilliant young witch who is entrusted with the mission of infiltrating Malfoy Manor and become a death eater to work as a double agent. The only problem is she must do it along side the man she hates most.

Pairing: Professor Severus Snape x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT.

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Each one of the dresses fit disturbingly well. They hugged her waist beautifully; some were shorter and some were longer, but none of them were immodest. Halfway through looking at the dresses, y/n noticed that the matriarch had also given her a corset. It was simple, but intimidating and it only reminded her of the difficult situation she was in. It seemed that she was destined to be reminded of it constantly.

Y/n had hung the dresses up and sorted out the shoes as well, in an attempt to feel normal.

Not long after, she slipped on a silk night dress Narcissa had included, and laid in the all too massive bed.

Some guest room.

The following morning, y/n rose early and stretched her arms high. Her sleep was light and short; her arm had ached the whole night as she attempted to comprehend what she had gotten into.

She slowly stood and washed her face, brushed her hair and let out a sigh. She had no idea what to expect.

Y/n let her hair stay down, and decided upon a dark grey dress that had a neckline that fell over her shoulders and had quarter length sleeves. The fabric was akin to a high quality tweed, and synched in at her waist. She definitely needed that corset for this one. Y/n busied herself with sliding the contraption on, pulling at the laces as much as she could; she tested her ability to breathe, and it was surprisingly easy.

Must be enchanted…

Next, she slipped on an underdress that helped to smooth things out and finally stepped into the main dress. The zipper at the back was a challenge, she managed to get it halfway without her wand but that was it-

A knock on the door startled her.

“Yes?“ she called out, hands shaking.

“May I come in?”

She froze. It was Severus.

No no no no!

She looked around frantically for her wand to zip up the back.

There! She saw the familiar wooden end stick out from under her blanket and leapt for it. She zipped herself quickly.

“Y/n?“ he called again.

Merlin he is an impatient man! What am I? His daughter?

She hurried to the door and flung it open slightly out of breath from the corset, “I apologize! Couldn’t get the zipper up.” She smiled.

Severus froze.

What a sight she was to see in the morning. He took in how the dress she stood in showcased her neck, down to her shoulders; how it was fitted against her waist. How her Dark Mark was almost highlighted. She was titillating. It took his entire self control to not push into the room, slam the door and take her right there against the wall and have her scream his name.

The older man took a deep breath, to steady himself, “I am to bring you into the dining hall. There is a spread of food there…the Dark Lord has left and I do believe it would be time for you to…establish yourself.” He murmured softly.

Y/n nodded slowly and stared up at his dark eyes, “P-professor-…Severus…I- could you come in for a moment?”

Severus sucked in a sharp breath at her request.

Merlin help me…

He gave her a swift nod and stepped inside, shut the door and cast an muting spell on the room. Y/n swallowed and steadied her breathing.

“Sir…I know that…I know that things will grow dark. I know you may have to hurt me…but I want you to know that I know why…” Her hands shook as she spoke, but she did her best to stay strong. Y/n wrung her wrists, and couldn’t look him in the eye.

Then, she felt a finger under her chin and tilted her head up. His eyes bore into hers, “What did I tell you when we first arrived?” His silky voice caressed her ears and made her shiver.

“You said “Keep quiet, keep your head down, listen, do as your told and stay by my side.”…sir.” She whispered, recalling his words.

He took her chin a little harsher, “Then. Do. It.” And released her.

Y/n glared up at him. And here she thought he might be kind to her.

“Yes, Severus.” She whispered, her eyes as harsh as his words.

What she did notice however, was how his pupils grew and darkened his already pitch black irises. His breathing seemed to hitch ever so slightly.

Odd…

There was a moment of silence between them, then finally, her turned and opened the door.

“Come.” He stated

Y/n squared her shoulders and held her chin high; in a moment, she pushed everything away. This was not the time or place.

She could scream into her pillow in frustration later.

The table was filled to the brim with food, drink and several things y/n was sure were not edible. There sat the Malfoys, as well as a few Death Eaters. As they entered, all heads turned to them; more specifically, to y/n. She refused to let her steps falter, she stayed strong next to Severus.

“Good morning.” She said softly to the room.

Y/n felt eyes rake over her, but she decided to let them.

Narcissa was the first to speak, “Y/n, my dear girl you look wonderful. Can’t say I have worn that dress in 20 years. It is yours to keep.”

Y/n sat across from her, and offered a courteous nod, “You are too kind Narcissa.”

Y/n could not, however, shake the stare of the patriarch of the Malfoys. He was persistent. She felt Severus seat himself next to her, across from the man, and took her plate before she could say anything; he placed a few pieces of fruit, and a warm scone on it, then summoned a cup of coffee, just as he had seen her do every morning for seven years.

But y/n watched him with her mouth open ever so slightly in shock.

How did he know what I liked…?

Lucius watched Severus place the plate back down infront of her, thoroughly enjoying the game of cat and mouse he decided he would start between them.

“My dear you look positively ravishing.” He murmured. Y/n flicked her eyes up to his blue ones that ate her alive, and his lovely wife next to him. She didn’t seem to care or notice his comment. Y/n felt Severus stiffen again.

She took note of his reaction. It was odd. Of course she was well aware of their circumstances, but Malfoy was no threat. He was barely a Death Eater…so why did Snape react so obviously.

“Mr. Malfoy I greatly appreciate your praise. May I add that both you and your wife are most gracious hosts.” She said confidently. With fewer threats, she was far more comfortable.

Lucius smirked, “It is our pleasure, my dear. Perhaps I ought to give you a tour of the manor this afternoon?”

Severus’s eye twitched and his mouth formed into a thin line.

Y/n cringed slightly at his offer.

Did this man have no shame?

“I think-“

“Enough, Lucius. If she is shown the manor, I will be the one to do it. The Dark Lord himself stated that she was my responsibility…” Severus growled out in his low, smooth voice, “…or were you not listening?” He ended with a bite. Y/n shivered at his voice, heat pooling between her legs. She sucked in a breath and pushed the thoughts away.

It’s just because of the adrenaline.

The blonde man sat up straighter, “Of course.”

Y/n fumed next to the potions master.

Was he never going to let her take care of herself? Answer easy questions? When she had agreed to this, she figured he meant that he would be with her when Voldemort was there and the rest of the Death Eaters…not at breakfast.

She gripped her fork tight as she brought a piece of plum to her lips; knuckles white.

Days went by with the same routine since Voldemort was not there. He would return in a few days time, but until then, y/n was stuck in a spiral.

Wake.

Dress.

Eat.

Instruction with Snape.

Secret Occlumency lessons.

Argue.

Dinner.

Sleep.

In between her moving about the Manor, y/n had noticed how often Lucius Malfoy would find her and join her in her journey through the halls, if even for a few steps. His touch would linger, as would his gaze. He would kiss her knuckles at any opportunity he could. And more than once, Severus caught him.

Y/n did not all together mind Lucius’s advances- he was a handsome man and it passed the time. It was the fact that he was both a husband and a father that bothered her. It was a game of cat and mouse that he seemed to relish. But each time things would get to the breaking point of no longer being a game, Severus would scold Lucius, humiliate him. His sharp comments would anger the blonde man and he would stride away. Severus would silence her protests and usher her into the room or take her away from where they stood. It was exhausting. Worst of all, she didn’t know why.

During her time at Hogwarts, she practically begged for his approval, respect and his praise, but the most she received was a curt nod or a raised brow. Now, it was like he saw her as the same eleven year old who was sorted into his house eight years ago. He couldn’t seem to honour her strength and respect her abilities. She was a grown woman who knew a thing or two about self-preservation, but each time she tried to establish herself, he would cut in or smooth things over himself.

During their Occlumency lessons, he was able to enter her mind easily and would reprimanded her constantly that she was not focused and devoted. He saw memories of her sleepless nights to perfect her studies, the tears and childhood memories she held dear. And each time, they would argue. She would tell him that he was pushing her too hard and that he needed to respect her pace. He would then argue back that she was being weak and needed to work harder.

It had been five days since they had arrived at Malfoy Manor, and slowly, she had been accepted into their society. Her full initiation was to wait until Voldemort returned with Bellatrix, but the Death Eaters she saw regularly thoroughly enjoyed her; whether for visual pleasure or just to have a bright, young face around, she didn’t care. What mattered was that they didn’t suspect her.

Y/n dressed herself in something a little different that morning. It was an oddly warm day, so she opted for a sleeveless deep green velvet dress that showed off her collarbones and legs, more than the others. With the Dark Lord returning, she figured it was a good time to wear it now, not wanting to show too much skin to him. She shuttered at the thought.

She zipped up the back, forgoing the corset, and slipped on a simple pair of black heels. She wrapped her hair up into a simple bun, grabbed her wand and strode out the door.

Breakfast first.

Y/n stood for a moment outside her door, and waited; it had become a ritual that Severus would walk with her to breakfast, but alas, he was not there today.

Pity. He might actually enjoy this dress…maybe it will remind him that I’m not a god damn child and he’ll let me work.

Y/n let out a sigh and began walking to the dining room by herself. She climbed the same stairs her and Severus did when they first arrived; the sound of her heels announcing her arrival long ago. Y/n looked down at the mark on her arm; she was growing used to it. She had no choice.

Once at the top of the stairs, she turned on her heel and proceeded into the grand room. Lucius stood, one arm over the back of the chair she usually sat in, along with Corban Yaxley whom she had bit at during their first night there, Antonin Dolohov, Amycus Carrow and his sister. The room went quiet as she entered. Most of them held glasses that y/n could only assume were alcoholic.

Bad day already?

Y/n strode into the room with her head high and back straight, knowing very well that she had their attention, “Good morning gentlemen, lady.” She said, bowing her head slightly at Alecto, which the woman returned with a smirk.

“Miss y/n, what a sight you are this morning.” Came Antonin. He was a severe looking man with harsh features.

“Do you think so? I’m afraid I was a tad warm so I figured I would…show a little skin. Not terribly distracting, I hope?” She asked with a little flirt in her voice as she came to her chair, “Mr. Malfoy, I’m afraid that is my seat you’re leaning on.”

Malfoy stared down at her hungrily and played with a lock of her hair that had come loose, “Lucius, please-“

“Y/N!?”

Y/n jumped. The entire room turned to Severus who stood at the top of the stairs, robe discarded and eyes furious. Y/n’s rosy lips fell open at the sight of him. That familiar heat began to spread out to her fingers and down her legs.

Before she could think, the older man marched up to her and grasped her arm, pulling her down the stairs before she could react.

“Let go! What are you-“ she hissed quietly.

Once they were down the stairs, he turned harshly to her, causing her to bump into him. His stare was terrifying and dark. She shut her mouth and let him pull her along, all the way down to the cellar where they had their lessons. Y/n’s heels began to make her feet ache as she walked far to quickly to keep up.

As soon as the door shut and he cast a silencing charm on the door, she let go.

“Severus Snape what the HELL do you think you’re-“

“Do not take that tone with me, miss l/n. It is I who should be asking you that question.” He cut her off, voice dangerous.

“What was I doing? I was continuing a routine we had established. I couldn’t wait all morning for you to show up and escort me. I’m an adult Snape, I am a big girl, I can take care of myself when it comes to these people. I need you when there are large numbers and the Dark Lord is there-“

“You need me at all times, you stupid girl-“

“But I DONT. Yes I need you by my side but not LITERALLY. Professor, you haven’t left me alone for longer than a few hours when I sleep for Gods sake!”

“Bite. Your. Tongue.” His voice filled her ears in the quiet room.

What a wicked game you play, sweet thing.

Y/n shivered at the threat.

Not the time! Focus!

“Do you hold no faith in me what so ever? I am TRYING to infiltrate those morons up there. If I become as much of a snake as them, they will accept me willingly. Sex appeal is an amazing thing, perhaps you’ve heard about it.” She bit.

“Indeed it is, if it is needed, which it is not here. If you would listen -“

“What is your problem with me?” She hissed, at the breaking point.

He paused for a moment.

She continued, “What is it? Ever since day one, you have picked on me, embarrassed me and thrown everything I asked in my face. You were my head of house, Severus and I looked up to you! I still do! You were the only one I wanted to bloody please and it never seemed to matter even when my fingers bled and my eyes were red. What was it? Was I annoying? Was I too bright? What was it?” Her voice slowly rose until she was yelling, slowly stalking up to him.

“You do not know of what you speak-“

“But I DO! I do. You always shield me here and treat me like I’m a child, you don’t take me seriously and you DO NOT respect me so why the HELL did you ask me here?” Her eyes were angry and her fists were clenched.

If she hadn’t been so filled with fury, she would have seen how the older man’s pupil’s dilated, how his breathing was heavy through his nose and how his fists clenched and unclenched. How his eyes raked over the velvet that clung to her, and how he revelled in her eyes shining in the candle light. How he slowly stalked towards her

“I did not ask you to come here, you chose to come here.” He said.

“Oh really? You knew I would want to prove to you that I could do it. You offered yourself as bait because you knew I would take it!”

“Was that what I did?” Severus raised a brow, his eyes storming.

“It was. Yes! You still haven’t answered my other question. What is it that bothers you so deeply about Lucius Malfoy showing me affection?”

The older man’s eye twitched.

“Tread carefully-“

“Shall I? Why? Am I hitting a nerve? What is it? Am I some sort of prized possession you have secretly claimed ownership over?”

“Silence!” He bellowed.

“NO! No I will not be silent, sir. Not until you tell me why I am here and why you treat me like this?”

Sir…that word always had a way with him.

“Enough!” He growled.

“Why are you being like this?” She cried, arms shaking and chest heaving for breath.

The silence that enveloped them was deafening. She could hear his breath, and saw the look in his eyes.

She had gone too far.

“You insolent, stupid girl-“ Severus stalked towards her faster than she could register. Her eyes widened and she backed up until she hit the stone wall.

His words came out harsh.

Then as she expected a slap or worse, she felt a determined hand slip into her hair at the nape of her neck, and pull her lips to his. It was harsh, and deliberate, with no gentleness.

Y/n let out a gasp.

What am I doing?

She pushed against his shoulders in confusion, needing to see his face. Needing to know what game he played. His shoulders moved under her grasp, and she could finally see those eyes; those endless, black eyes that captivated her and harrowed her every waking moment. She saw him.

Then she knew.

There was no game.

No play.

No end game.

Y/n parted her lips in recognition, and slipped her hand around to the cusp of his neck and pulled him down to her. Their lips met softly, and Severus smirked into her kiss, holding her close. Her head went dizzy as his intoxicating taste filled her mouth.

Years of pent up frustration electrified them. Severus walked her back until she hit the stone wall, and pulled her against him firmly. She let out a low moan as he pressed her into the wall, wrapping another arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest. He hummed in satisfaction at the sounds she made for him, revelling in them. It had been years that he wished to hear those sounds all for him. Severus hummed at the thought of having her mewl for him.

The young witch gasped at the vibrations from his chest, sending surges of heat to her core, down her legs, to her fingers, to her cheeks. Everywhere.

“S-Severus-ah!”

He pulled on her hair harshly, exposing her neck. He leaned in and inhaled that smell that he had kept himself from for close to a decade. He couldn’t help himself any longer. He would have her.

“You will watch your mouth when speaking to me….” His silky voice rumbled in her ear, her mind began to go light and weak as she gave herself to him. The man who haunted her, bedevilled her.

Watched her.

Tormented her.

Waited for her.

Needed her.

“I-I apologize, S-sir.” She managed through another moan as he suckled at her neck, nipping and biting at her skin.

Y/n found herself missing his mouth there as he slowly pulled away.

“Will you be an acquiescent little pet for me?” He enunciated each word slowly and carefully.

Y/n stared up at him, not daring to look away, “Y-yes sir.” She whispered. Her lips almost hurt and her chest ached from the air she attempted to fill it with.

In a turn of torture, the older wizard dipped his head down so he could once again brush his lips against hers, but not in a kiss- to tease her as he spoke.

“Tell me what it is you desire, sweet one.” His voice rumbled.

Y/n had to focus to get any words out. Her heart drummed in her ears.

“You. Please. It-it’s always been you.” She pleaded. His hand holding her in place was the only think keeping her from connecting her lips to his once again.

“Why?”

Y/n was about ready to combust and this man had the audacity to ask why? His breath filled her senses and y/n could finally let his scent make her dizzy like she had only dreamt.

Then her eyes widened in realization. She knew that smell.

Her Amourtentia potion. It was him.

On some level, her mind knew what her heart wanted before her heart knew. Her mind knew she craved him; his affection, his praise, his touch, his respect-

“W-well at first you were my head of house…and I desperately wanted to please you because of it-ah!” She let out a soft cry as he nipped at the skin on her collar bone.

“Go on.” He cooed.

“Then as I got o-older…I saw how brilliant you were-are! And despite how much you enraged me with your short-comings, I looked up to you…I-I made you my goal…but I hurt myself in the process…then I s-started to feel more.I started to want you. Just you. I couldn’t help but hang onto your every word, sir. I never stopped listening to you.” She whispered.

After a moment, the man returned his gaze up to hers, eyes heavy. Y/n’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of him- she had almost forgotten that he was the one she spoke to; the one who had her pressed against the cold wall, the one kissing her and biting her skin. Marking her as his.

“Shall I show you…what thoughts have filled my mind in reaction to you?” Severus watched as she suppressed a moan and a shiver as he spoke.

Enjoying this, pet?

He leaned down to her ear, “And there will be no short coming this afternoon. I assure you.”

Her breathing was quick and heavy. He knew she was curious.

“Curious, Are we? Wondering what your professor once thought of while watching over you? Tsk…you surprise me, pet.” He flicked his tongue out to her neck.

Y/n needed him.

She tilted her head and captured his lips once more, with no protest. He hummed, approving of her need. Severus removed his hands from her hair and wrapped them around her thighs, picking her up and pressing her further into the wall; she wrapped her legs around him, green velvet riding up and leaving nothing to the imagination. Y/n moaned low into his mouth when she felt the heat of his arousal jutting into her upper thigh. With her lips parted, the older man took the opportunity and slipped his deft tongue between her lips, smoothing it over hers; revelling in her taste.

Y/n’s body began acting on its own; her hips rocked against him, needing something. Anything. Her panties were slick already, and she was certain there would be a stain on his trousers.

“Eager, are we? My, my, you can’t even control your little self with me. I haven’t even touched you, little one.” He purred against her lips. Severus had to control himself to not rip her underclothes away and fill her right then until his cum was leaking down her beautiful thighs. He was going to savour this moment, not rush it.

“P-please?” She felt tears begin to sting her eyes as her body reached it’s peak, not being able to contain her want.

He tsked her, “Now, you are an intelligent girl, surely you can find better words, sweet thing.”

Her slick inner walls clenched around nothing, begging to be stuffed.

“Touch me. Please, sir. I-I need you to touch me.” She let out a desperate sob and gripped his shoulders, hips still rocking slightly.

Severus pressed against her pulsing heat, and rocked his hard cock against her, “Is this what my pet wants? Hmm? Tell your old professor what you want, little one.”

Y/n gasped, “Everything! All of you. Please?”

His hand squeezed her high harshly.

“Sir! Please sir!”

Severus took a moment to enjoy having her mad with want for him.

Exactly as she should be.

His.

“Breathe, pet…breathe.” His voice was soft as the wind, y/n lost her voice.

He stared into her soul, breathing with her; slowly she returned to a baseline. He felt the gentle patter of her heart press against him, beating at her rips to escape.

A slow smirk pulled at his lips as her swollen ones fell open into an “o”, coming down to earth.

“Now…” he hummed.

Severus charmed her to stay in that position without help, and removed one of his hands from her. His fingertips brushed over her hip, dipping tantalizingly low to between her thighs where she ached the most.

“I believe there was something you needed, little one?” He purred.

Little one…

Y/n felt her heart leap at the name. Her eyes held his in a burning stare, “Please…” she whispered.

“Please…? What?” He teased her, drawing small circles on her navel like he had on her hip their first night in the manor. Her mind was growing more and more clouded with lust with each movement of his thumb. She closed her eyes, but he tsked her, “Eyes on me, pet.”

Y/n forced them open, staring into his pitch black eyes.

“Touch me, sir.” The words were barely audible, almost a gasp.

“Here?” He slipped his hand down lower, but still not low enough.

“Yes! Please!” She cried, a tear rolling down her cheek and landing on her dress.

“Say it.” He smirked, brushing his fingertips just above her panties.

She couldn’t take it. Completely at the edge of her wits. She took a deep breath, “Touch me, Professor Snape.”

“As you wish, pet.” He cooed to her before ripping the cloth from around her sex. Y/n gripped his broad shoulders tightly, his smell intoxicating her as he dipped his hand to her waiting core. His other hand went to her hair, holding her in place to watch him, “Don’t. Look. Away.” He growled.

Then, y/n let out a shaky breath as he smoothed his thumb over her sensitive bud, running a long, thick finger down through her dripping folds. He felt how soaked she was, and he had barely done anything yet.

“How long was you been waiting for this, hmm? Have you had dreams of me taking what is mine after class? Perhaps you’ve squeezed those thighs of yours under your desk while in my classroom, pet?” His voice was deadly soft, sending shivers down her spine.

“Y-years sir. You al-almost caught me once.” She stuttered, only being able to focus on his hand.

Severus arched a brow, “Did I now?” He smirked slowly, and slipped a long finger inside her; y/n went to throw her head back but only received a harsh tug, “Eyes on me, little one. Remember?”

“Sorry sir-ah!” He began slowly pumping his finger in and out of her throbbing entrance. The man hummed, basking in her want.

“Tell me…more.” He added another finger inside her, stroking that spot inside her that swelled with each touch. The slick walls around him were tightening, constricting.

Gasps and moans left her without her consent, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

“On-once, my fingers were so badly bruised from-from writing - Ah! Merlin! And-ah…and I pictured you l-licking them and s-S-sucking on them! Fuck! Please! I’m-“ The young witch begged, feeling that tight, hot coil inside her begin to tighten uncontrollably, “Sir I’m g-going to-“

“Are you going to cum for me?” He cooed. Y/n did her best to nod, but then just as she was about to let go, he stopped. She let out a distressed whine and gaped at him as his smirk grew darker, denying her sweet release.

“Do I have your attention?” The potions master whispered.

Y/n felt the sting of tears in her eyes as she teetered on the edge, “Yes, sir.” She gasped.

“Good. Now listen…to my voice…” His words were dark and his tone heavy.

Y/n felt a deep blush rise over her cheeks…Does he know what his voice does to me?

“You need to understand…my desire for you, little one.” He purred into her ear. She watched him, listening intently. Severus felt his heart swell as she gazed up at him fondly, “Do you recall, in your fifth year…you turned in a paper on powdered moonstone. Your bloody fingerprints dotted the edges?”

Of course she remembered.

“Y-yessir.” She murmured.

He smirked, slowly moving his fingers inside her again. The young witch’s nails dug into his shoulder’s.

“Good girl…when I saw how battered your precious fingers were…it took the entirety of my self control to not sit you on my desk and suck those dear fingertips into my mouth and lap at them until you begged me for more.” The professor articulated each word as if they were his last.

Y/n let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, after her vision began to go black. She began to feel herself tighten again, his fingers dripping from her wetness, soaking his sleeve.

“P-professor…please.” She begged quietly.

“In your last year, when I took you from Dolores Umbridge’s office, I wanted to kiss your wounds and make you forget your pain.” He brushed his lips against hers, nipping at her lower lip. Her chest heaved.

“Every time I saw you at one of those damn Order meetings, I wanted to bend you over that dusty table and fuck you until all you could think was my name.” He punctuated each word slowly.

“That first night we came here, after you gave yourself over to the dark lord, I wanted to kiss the marks away from your arm and mark you with bruises of my own.”

She was close, back on that edge of ecstasy, “Professor…”

“And then that title. Every time I heard you say it…a piece of my resolve would leave me.” Severus took his fingers from her, lifting them to his lips and sucking them clean. He shot her a predatory smirk, and got down on one knee, dipping his mouth down to her slick folds, tracing his tongue through them, slipping it inside her for a taste. Her hands flew to his thick hair as he sucked at her bud, swirling his tongue around it, lapping at her.

“Yes! Please! I’m- AH! I’m gonna-professor!” She cried.

“That’s it, pet. Say my name.” His voice hummed into her core.

And that was all it took for her to fall over the edge. Her walls tightening impossibly.

“S-Severus!” A scream ripped through her as she came into his mouth. His tongue drank in everything she gave him, slithering inside her to fuck her through her orgasm. It took all of his self control to not come right there in his trousers with her cunt squeezing his tongue.

Severus stood slowly, gazing down into her heavy eyes. As she came down from her high, still charmed against the wall, the man unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled his weighted arousal out; stroking himself as he took in his work. “Now you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you little one?” His voice was dangerously soft.

Y/n regained her vision, hearing his voice kiss her ears, “Y-yes.”

Severus placed one hand on her hip and the other gripped himself, teasing her entrance, running his head through her slick folds. “Look at me, pet.”

Y/n flicked her eyes to him obediently. Waiting.

“You want this?” He slipped the head of his cock inside her wet core, pumping in and out of her teasingly.

“Yes. Please.” She whimpered, sensitive from her climax.

“As you wish.” He purred. Severus thrust a little more inside her, letting her adjust to his massive size. Then after a few more inches, he pushed inside her completely. Severus finally let his composure slip, hanging his head back as her constricted walls held him deliciously. A deep moan came from his throat, matching with the stuttered one from the young woman pressed against him.

Y/n let out a wince as he stretched her for the first time, and she looked down at where he was inside her. She noticed a bulge in her lower torso, and gasped when she realized it was his cock. Severus stilled for a moment until he felt her relax, “Breathe, my darling.” He murmured into her ear, his tone almost loving. At the sound of his voice, he could feel her walls let go slightly. It thrilled him that his voice and words alone had such an affect on her. Painfully slow, he drew out of her, eliciting a cry of pleasure from the young woman in his arms.

“Is this what you’ve wanted, little one? Your professor buried inside you? Filling you?” Severus growled.

“Yes- yes ah! Fuck, please.” She moaned.

“I will take that as a command, pet.” With that, he began snapping his hips against her in a punishing pace. He hooked a hand under her thigh, bringing it high up onto his waist, y/n let her head fall back and screamed as he hit that delicious spot inside her sex that begged to be beaten.

Y/n began to buck her hips up to meet his, earning her a harsh slap on her bottom, “Eager?” He growled, quickening his pace. She was already close from her previous climax. He could feel her tighten.

“My good girl. You’ve wanted this for so long haven’t you? Just for your professor to make you feel adequate.” He growled.

Severus leaned down and captured her lips with his, biting them and slipping his slick tongue inside. He swallowed a scream from her as she grow closer and closer.

“That’s it, pet.” He cooed, feeling himself grow near to his own peak.

The young witch tightened her grip on him, desperate for something to hold onto as she was sure she would collapse, charm or not. The older wizard slowed his pace, letting her feel every inch on him, grinding his pelvis against her sensitive bud, earning him a scream from the young woman.

His new favourite sound.

“Are you going to cum for me again, sweet girl?” He snapped his hips to punctuate his words.

“I-I am- Ah! Please! Please please please!!!” She nodded her head rapidly.

He smirked, and quickened his pace again. And just like that, she fell apart in his arms once again. “Severus-ah!” A low moan slipped from her lips as she gasped and tried to catch her breath, her orgasm making her thighs spasm.

“Good girl, good girl…” He chanted softly, picking his pace up to drive himself over the edge. Severus gripped her hair, clinging to her as his peak neared. The young witch felt his cock being to swell inside her, “That’s it, sir, cum inside me. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours. Take me.” She murmured in his ear. Severus dipped his head and latched onto her beautiful neck, biting it so hard y/n was sure he would draw blood. She didn’t care. She wanted everyone to know who she belonged to.

A bellowing moan filled her ears as he buried himself inside her entirely. His cock pulsed, and hot ropes of cum filled her little hole, emptying himself; drops of hot cum leaking out.

Severus steadied himself after a moment, gingerly placing her leg down and vanquished the charm. She dropped down, bracing herself against him as she felt his cum run down her thighs. He tucked himself back into his pants, and dragged her head up for another deep kiss, though more gentle.

Their breathing steadied after another few minutes, basking in one another’s presence. Severus whispered an incantation with his hands on her hips, and her pain alleviated. “T-thank you, Severus.” She murmured with a small smile.

“Anything for you, my darling.” The man whispered, placing a gentle hand on her arm, raising it to his lips and kissing the serpent and skull that shone under her skin.

A blush rose over her cheeks at the affection.

She ducked her head and pulled her dress down, trying to right herself.

“Severus?” She asked.

“Yes?” He hummed, gazing down at her.

“Do you think breakfast will still be at the table?” Having not eaten, she felt her stomach protest; she also had a delightful idea.

A low, quiet chuckle came from the name before her, it was a favourite sound of hers now.

“Ravenous?” He asked in that velvety voice that had just pushed her into ecstasy.

“I am…but I also have a little idea that will make those lot back off from me.” Y/n whispered mischievously.

Severus’s interest was peaked, he arched a brow, “Go on.”

Y/n had straightened herself out and fixed her hair before they made their way back up the many stairs to the dining room. Sure enough, the table was much fuller than before; exactly what she wanted. She let Severus go first, following him obediently. The green of the dress she wore now only highlighted the bites along her neck and shoulders. Most of the heads turned as they walked to the table, Lucius was one of the last to look after being elbowed by Yaxley. The blonde man’s thin lips gasped open at the sight of them, her specifically.

Severus looked down the table in a sweeping glance, then sat himself gracefully; he held his hand out for the young witch to take and led her to sit on one of his strong thighs. Y/n watched his every movement as if she was hypnotized; she finally allowed herself to gaze at him without fear of being caught or reprimanded. He placed a variety of food onto one plate for them both and picked up a fork, stabbing a blood red strawberry and lifting it to her lips.

“Open.” He murmured.

Her lips followed his command, as did the rest of the room at his affection for the girl. She bit into the fruit carefully, a drop of juice falling from her lips. Severus followed the liquid with his eyes and raised his thumb to clean it and slipped it into his mouth.

She chewed thoughtfully, not paying any mind to the Death Eaters gaping at them from down the table; ignoring the treacherous situation they were in, because they were in it together. Side by side.

With him as her shadow.

And her as his pet.

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b00inazkaban · 2 years

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I have no idea what to post but can people give me like ideas for fics for?

Master list: :)

IM NOT USING THIS MASTER-LIST ANYMORE! Head over to my second one on my navigation page and request from that one please and thank you my lovelies!

Who/What I'll write for:

Most kinks,

Fluff,

Angst (I’m not a fan of angst but I’ll still write) ,

Aged-Up characters,

Any/All genders

Poly relationship’s (3 -5 Character’s)

Harry Potter/ Marauders / Fantastic Beasts:

Ron Weasley Hermione Granger Neville longbottom Cedric Diggory Ginny Weasley Fred Weasley George Weasley Blaise Zabini Pansy Parkinson Theadore Nott Luna Lovegood Cho Chang (maybe depends on request) Bill Weasley Fleur Delacour Tom Riddle Mattheo Riddle Nymphadora Tonks Bellatrix Lestrange (Younger and Older) Lucius Malfoy (Younger and Older) Narcissa Malfoy (Younger and Older) Severus Snape (Younger and Older) Sirius Black (Younger and Older) Remus Lupin (Younger an Older) James Potter Peter Pettigrew (maybe and young and with the good fancast(s) Lily Evans Marlene McKinnon Mary McDonald Dorcus Meadowes Newt Scammander Thesus Scammander Jacob Kowalski Sweathearts; Queenie Goldstein Tina Goldstein !Young! Albus Dumbledore Gellert Grindelwald (Mads or Johnny)

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington Johnathan Byers Billy Hargrove Argyle Eddie Munson Nancy Wheeler Chrissy Cunningham Robin (fem aligned only) Eleven Hopper (fluff only) Dustin Henderson (fluff only) Lucas Sinclair (fluff only) Max Mayfield (fluff only) Mike Wheeler (fluff only) Little!mike x Cg!reader; Will Byers (fluff only) Joyce Byers Jim(James) Hopper Enzo Antonov Karen Wheeler Murray Bauman Dr. Alexie Phil Callahan

Marvel/ DC/ Guardians of the Galaxy:

Tony Stark (Ironman) Steve Rogers (Captain America) Bruce Banner (Hulk) Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow) Thor Odinson Clint Barton (Hawkeye) Loki Laufeyson (Odinson) Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) Peitro Maximoff Bucky(James) Barnes Pepper Potts Peter Parker Dr. Stephen Strange Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) Scott Lang (Ant-Man) Sam Wilson (Flacon) Eddie/Venom Peter Quill Gamora Drax Rocket Yondu Arthur Curry (Aquaman) Orm Marius Barry Allan (Flash)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

Leonardo Raphael Donatello Michelangelo April O’Neil Casey Jones

Longmire:

Walt Longmire Victoria Moretti Ferguson Henry Standingbear Cady Longmire Branch Connolly Jacob Nighthorse Mathias

Twilight:

Carlise Cullen Esme Cullen Charlie Swan Jacob Black

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen

Jasper Cullen

Emmet Cullen

Rosile Cullen

Alice Cullen

Flash:

Barry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Harry Wells

Caitlin Snow

Iris West

Julian Albert

Oliver Queen

Captain Cold

Who/what I don’t write for:

Draco Malfoy (Only character I’m so sorry I just can’t write anything for him unless it’s fluff still don't like writing for him tbh)

I won’t write for Rape,

Smut for agere,

Smut for minor x adult

Non-con

Kidnapped (maybe tho depends on character and other things)

A/n: Ik minors are on here and still read stuff so I'm not putting a age warning on here, people don't really read age warnings usually but I'll put age warning on the one with smut or suggestive themes. Also, please make suggestions with enough detail for me to imagine and make something with, and this is a safe-space for any and all genders and agere, thanks have a good day!

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loeyparker · 4 years

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hurt her to save her - d.m

pairing: draco x fem!reader

word count: 7k

warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of death and torture

plot: getting closer to Draco during sixth year has consequences. Draco realizes that when he’s forced to hurt you in order to keep you safe from Voldemort

a/n: my HP obsession is back so I’ve returned to writing fics but i might have went overboard with this one lmao . it wasn’t requested, but if someone wants part 2 i’m gonna do it <3

Draco Malfoy had a very good memory. Besides being cunning and arrogant, he was also incredibly smart – which is precisely why he was second best in most classes. Behind the cold, uncaring façade the youngest Malfoy put out into the world however, stood a boy who remembered things he probably should have forgotten.

Lately, Draco Malfoy couldn’t remember the last time he felt anything but fear. He attempted to mask the feeling either with anger, determination or indifference but the true, raw feeling of fear was behind it all, much like a dementor guarding all his other emotions. The past summer planted dread and terror deep into his mind and the ink on his skin felt like it was seeping through his skin, entering his veins and poisoning his heart.

By the time he arrived back at Hogwarts for his sixth year, he felt drained. With the weight of the world on his shoulders, the young boy attempted to pretend to be a normal student, despite the countless sleepless nights and stray tears that sometimes escaped through small cracks in the emotional wall he’d built around him over the years. The tears only saw the light of day in the darkness of the Room of Requirement, where he found himself surrounded by old artifacts and silence.

“Draco, Severus has been telling me you seem distracted.” The soft, yet scared tone of Draco’s mother rang throughout the empty, rotting room in the Shrieking Shack. Broken windows allowed for the wind to invade the abandoned building violently and loudly, and to dance around the three figures standing in the dark. It caused a shiver to run up Draco’s spine, but he couldn’t tell if the reaction came from the cold or from Narcissa and Severus’s stares aimed at him.

Draco felt so small under their gaze.

“That’s true, I have been.” Draco admitted, looking forward. He focused on a spider trapping a moth in its web. “With school.” The moth fought, attempted to flap its wings but the web was too sticky. “I have to keep up my grades. Them dropping suddenly would be suspicious.” Draco’s voice didn’t waver, despite his heart beating at a much more rapid pace than normally.

“Lie.” Severus Snape spoke simply. The professor was tasked with taking care of the Slytherin boy, but he wasn’t about to listen to his childish lies while the man knew what he had been seeing in the past months around Hogwarts.

Draco didn’t move.

Narcissa sighed and got closer to her son. She placed her palms on Draco’s pale cheeks and she felt them being hollower than she remembered. Draco still didn’t look at her. The spider was covering the dying moth in his web, fully suffocating the creature.

“My boy, the dead don’t need lovers.” Narcissa’s voice was quiet, regretful even. Her heart ached for the boy who was so quickly deprived of a childhood.

“You cannot forget about the assignment because of a girl.” Snape spoke up, his voice monotonous.

“I haven’t forgotten.” Draco spat back and took a step away from his mother, whose hands dropped. He didn’t feel the lack of her palms on his cheeks, as they left no warmth Draco could feel. “And there’s no girl.”

“Do not lie to us, boy. I have seen you with the Ravenclaw girl, I am not blind.” Snape saw the glances between Draco and you in the Great Hall, he saw the way Draco fixed his gaze on you during DADA. He also caught you walking into the Room of Requirement not long after Draco the previous night. On top of that, Minerva had mentioned how Draco’s recent assignments closely mirrored yours. You had a certain style noticeable in your homework answers, and that style began to be seen in Draco’s own homework which lead everyone to speculate the two students may be closer than everyone thinks.

Before Draco could deny, Narcissa spoke “Under other circumstances, I’d be delighted to hear about a girl in your life.” Her tone was soft, yet it held an edge and sternness to it. “But you have a mission, Draco. Do I need to remind you of the consequences to befall our family if you don’t succeed?”

“No.” Draco spat. He already knew the consequences – loud and clear. They had been drilled into his mind, heart and soul the entire summer. If he couldn’t kill Dumbledore, Voldemort would kill Draco’s entire family instead.

“The girl is another weakness. Another person to add to the death list, Draco.” His mother pleaded. “You know he will kill her if he finds out.”

“I know.”

Draco could feel all the warmth in his body melt away and even his bones felt cold and heavy.

“You can still save her.” Snape spoke. “Focus on you mission, hurt her. Make her believe you don’t love her.”

Draco glanced at the spider one last time, and the moth laid still in the webs of the predator. The wind made the web sway, but only slightly. It was too sturdy to be blown away by any forces.

“Hurt her to save her.” Narcissa’s voice echoed through Draco’s mind all the way back to the castle. The Room of Requirement didn’t appear that night, and so the boy went to bed instead. He entered an empty Slytherin common room and even though the fire was burning, Draco couldn’t feel its warmth. Not even as he knelt in front of the flames, attempting to warm his freezing hands. His movements were mechanic. As he laid in bed that night, he couldn’t remember how exactly he got back into the dorm from the Shack.

However, he remembered events that took place years ago perfectly.

He especially remembered the night of the Yule Ball, two years prior. He can pinpoint the exact moment he spotted you in the crowd of well-dressed students. It was, in his mind, the first time he really, truly saw you. He remembered the small -but noticeable skip of his heart that happened as soon as his eyes landed on your figure. You were smiling, but sitting at the wrong table – which confused him for a moment. You were sat at the Gryffindor table, right next to the Weasley twins who were making you laugh. A Ravenclaw boy whose name Draco didn’t know was behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders thus signaling that he was your date that night through possessive body language. You didn’t acknowledge his presence much, though.

Pansy, Draco’s date, made comments about your dress each time you stood up to dance. The long dark blue satin dress gently touched the ground with each step you took, the slit in its side slightly exposed your leg with each movement. There was a smile on your face the whole night.

Draco thought you looked so beautiful.

He thought you looked beautiful even when your glance danced towards Ron Weasley until the end of the ball.

Draco also remembered the night Pansy dragged you into Umbridge’s office a year later. She held your arms behind your back forcefully while you struggled to get out of her grasp. Your wand was in her possession and you looked angry. A great juxtaposition to how you looked on the night of the Yule Ball. He remembered thinking how much sense it made for you to be tangled in Harry Potter’s mess because that’s what Potter did. He had everyone on his side, all odds in his favor while Draco was being dealt bad cards at every turn.

You fought and tried to get away from Pansy. Your hair was messy, and your oversized blue sweater was getting untucked from your jeans with each forceful move you made. A frown painted your soft features, your eyes seemed darker than usual. Draco caught a glimpse of the scars on your wrist which he immediately knew came from Umbridge’s detention sessions, and he felt a flicker of rage rise into his stomach. The feeling directly contradicted the satisfaction he had been feeling at the sight of Potter getting his plans spoiled right in front of him.

“Parkinson, lay it off.” Draco found himself spitting when he realized the pressure on your wrist was painful. He spoke before he realized what he was doing, and so he found the confused gazes of Ginny and Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and you – all fixed on him. Pansy obeyed Draco with discomfort.

You looked at him quizzingly, not really understanding why he was suddenly…helping you? He met your gaze just for a second before a heavy glare returned in his eyes and he turned away, focusing entirely on Harry and Umbridge.

It was minutes later when he watched your figure getting smaller as you ran away from Umbridge’s office, escaping with your friends. Draco and his friends were left behind and unable to follow as they each struggled with curses thrown at them in the escape. You were all long gone by the time the group of Slytherins came to, and Draco remembered that he found himself wishing he had people running into the line of fire for him like Harry did – he wished you would’ve glanced back at him in your escape and then weeks later when he was told about the events of that night, he found himself hoping his father didn’t hurt you in the Ministry attack.

Those thoughts and memories didn’t stay with him for long that summer, though. Draco couldn’t say that you crossed his mind after he received the Mark.

Until that night.

It was late and he was in the Room of Requirement, still fiddling with the cabinet. It was the fourth consecutive night spent in there after finding the damn thing, and he wasn’t anywhere close to fixing it. Frustrated, he punched and kicked the wood so hard that his knuckles sent sharp waves of pain through his arm. It was because of the noise he was making, the kicks and grunts that he didn’t hear the Room’s doors open and close.

You had previously been in the Gryffindor common room, attending one of their parties. There weren’t lots of Ravenclaws there – hell, it was only you, Stiles, Padma, Anthony and Michael. And it was all going well. You were sat on a bean bag chair with Stiles in-between your legs, surrounded by your Gryffindor friends: Ron, Harry, Hermione, Neville and Ginny, with Dean and Seamus on their way to you all with butterbeers in hand. The atmosphere was fun and light – a welcomed escape from the reality surrounding you, but you all decided to enjoy the moment and pretend the world outside the common room didn’t exist for the night. So you sat close to the fire and you didn’t know if the hot flames were warming you up or if it was the fact that Ron was focusing an unusual amount of attention on you.

You’ve had a crush on the Weasley boy since third year, and no matter what you did, you couldn’t stop your heart from beating faster each time he smiled at you.

You were having a great time.

“And if I become an Animagus to help Scott, then what?” Stiles spoke. Harry shook his head. You puffed. “What? We’d be the new generation of the Marauders; someone has to keep the legacy alive.” He continued, determined.

“Lupin would kill you, mate.” Ron laughed.

“You know animagi don’t pick their animal though, right?” You questioned. Stiles looked up at you and beamed.

“I know. But it’s like, vibe related so I think I’m safe. I’d absolutely be a dog, or a wolf.”

You glanced worryingly at Harry, but the boy simply burst out laughing and denied jokingly. Everyone else hearing the conversation laughed as well.

“Stiles, if it’s vibe related then you’d be a weasel.” You spoke, prompting laughs from everyone. Ron high fived you for the joke and you smiled wider than you thought possible.

The good mood didn’t last long, though. Only moments later Lavender Brown joined the group and comfortably sat herself in Ron’s lap. You watched him give her a quick kiss and wrap his arms around her. “What are we talking about?” She asked and it was as if your ears got covered. The sound faded, your smile dropped, your shoulders slumped. Ron would never like you back, you had to accept that. It was pathetic how you longed for the boy for so long.

So, you excused yourself and left the common room entirely to take a walk. You didn’t expect to end up outside the Room of Requirement, and you didn’t even feel like going inside. But the hall was dark and cold and you began hearing footsteps and the flickering light of Filch’s lantern slowly began illuminating the stone walls and with a haste movement, you went into the Room before Filch could walk around the corner and catch you.

You found yourself in a Room much different from the training grounds you had known while being part of the D.A. Tall piles of clutter seemed to reach the ceiling and despite the room being extremely vast, it felt tiny and crowded because of all the objects tossed and piled everywhere in sight. You walked on a path formed through columns made out of old boxes and books, all piled amongst stacked chairs, empty owl cages and rusty potions equipment. Loud bangs followed by grunts caused you to stop in your tracks and draw out your wand. The room in itself seemed unpredictable, and so you already had about six defensive spells ready to go in your mind and on the tip of your tongue.

You caught a glimpse of platinum blond hair before anything else. It looked messy – very different from the way Draco usually wore it: slick and perfect. Now, it gave you the feeling that he’d been vigorously running his fingers through it, causing it to become tousled. He was only in a white shirt – the robe, vest and tie laid disregarded on a near-by couch.

Lowering your wand, you gently knocked on a table to get his attention.

He turned around in a panic. His hand reached for his wand but stopped midair when he saw you. “What are you doing here?” Draco spat with no hesitation. His heart skipped a beat again, like it did on the night of the Yule Ball.

“I could ask you the same thing.” You responded, glancing at the cabinet in front of him. At the time, you didn’t think anything of it.

“None of your business.”

“I don’t care anyway.” You glared. “This room appeared to me like it did for you and since I think I need it, I’m not leaving.” With your arms crossed, you leaned against a random tossed out piece of furniture.

“Isn’t there a Gryffindor party you should be at?” Draco’s gaze remained cold and the scowl on his face didn’t falter.

“You know about that?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, I know everything that goes on around here.” He broke eye contact by focusing on folding up his sleeves. When his hand began working on his left forearm, he stopped abruptly, remembering. He went stiff at the realization, which you noticed. Before you could speak however, he looked back at you with a smirk, “Was Lavender Brown there so you ran away?” It was as if he didn’t look struck by lightning just two seconds before.

However, his words made you forget his strange behavior. “The hell? I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, come on, (Y/L/N). Everyone knows you have the hots for Weasley. Least you can do is own up to it.” He teased with a mixture of annoyance and amusement present on his face.

“Piss off, Malfoy.” Walking up to the old couch Draco’s uniform laid on top of, you sat down and watched as the dust flew out of its cushion. Draco groaned. “I’m just gonna nap here until I’m sure Filch left and isn’t near the Ravenclaw tower.”

Draco mumbled some things you didn’t bother to understand, and then silence befell both of you. He didn’t really bother to fight you to leave even though, in retrospect, he should have had. Maybe if you didn’t stay with him that night, he wouldn’t be meeting you in the Room months later with tears burning his eyes. But, to be fair, he couldn’t have known that night. That night, he just rolled his eyes at you breaking the silence ten minutes later, when he thought you were asleep.

“What are you even doing there?”

“I told you, none of your business.” He spat.

“Is that the vanishing cabinet Peeves broke a few years ago?”

Draco turned around. It was his turn to be surprised by your knowledge. “How do you know about that?” He couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over your figure as you sat cross-legged on the old couch he napped on countless times before. You wore casual clothes – which he always thought looked great on you, and your hair laid straight over your shoulders. The few candles he had lit around softly luminated your face with warm tones.

You smiled proudly at his question.

“Fred and George shoved Montague in it last year” you laughed “it was quite funny.”

Draco remembered the incident. He was, after all, the one who found Montague stuck in a bathroom after the encounter with the twins.

“You’re trying to fix it, aren’t you?” Draco watched you jump up from the couch and walk next to him to examine the cabinet. He suddenly felt on edge, exposed. The Ravenclaw in you was jumping to solve a problem, while the Slytherin in him was about to explode. “Have you tried a mending charm?”

“Of course, I tried a mending charm.” Draco answered with annoyance in his voice. You rolled your eyes. “It doesn’t work.”

“Well, then- “

“I don’t need nor want your help, (Y/L/N).” He glared down at you. “I can handle it myself.”

“Asshole.” You mumbled before taking a few steps back from Draco. He didn’t turn to you. Instead, he focused on his task even though his mind wasn’t on it anymore. He focused on your footsteps as you began to walk away without another word and before he could overthink, he spoke up softly. “But you can stay, if you want.”

You didn’t stop walking as you answered him. “I don’t.”

Draco then heard you utter “Lumos”, heard your footsteps getting quitter and quieter, then the heavy doors being pulled open. After they closed, he found himself surrounded by silence once again. Not dwelling on it, he pushed the thought of you away and resumed his work. Nothing was more important than his assignment.

Things slowly started to shift after that night.

The next day in Transfiguration as he was zoning out, a paper butterfly landed on his desk. He glanced around the room but saw nobody giving any sign of sending him the note. However, after he opened it and read its contents, his eyes immediately found you. On the paper was a list of incantations that would be useful in repairing things, and he knew you had sent it even though you looked focused on the textbook in front of you. It looked as if you were purposefully trying to ignore him, and Draco allowed the ghost of a smirk to form at the corners of his lips.

Two nights later, Draco walked into the Room of Requirement and you were already there. A few more candles than usual were lit as you sat on the (now clean looking) couch, reading a heavy, dense book. “Have they worked?” you asked without looking up from your book.

Draco sighed, loosening his tie. “No.”

And as time passed, you and Draco began spending more and more time together. Initially, you tried to help him fix the cabinet. It gave you a distraction from Ron and Lavender. But it was also obvious that fixing the old thing was important to him – he seemed desperate and for some reason, you felt like helping. And so, you found yourself sitting close to Draco on that old, tossed out couch with different heavy books resting in your lap every night, both searching for spells that could work. Each few day the space between you decreased until you reached a point where your knees touched and your shoulder pressed into his bicep. Sometimes you could even feel his minty breath on your face – just for a second. But the feeling began to linger even as you walked the stairs up to the Ravenclaw tower late at night.

You also found yourself thinking less and less about Ron.

Then, about a month after the Gryffindor party, the Katie Bell incident took place.

Harry began suspecting Draco of the attack and accused him of being a Death Eater. You didn’t go to the Room of Requirement for a few days after that because honestly, you were scared. You knew, deep in your heart that what Harry was saying made sense and because of that you started to believe that Draco’s cabinet wasn’t just some fun project. You lit on fire all the parchment you had written mending charms on, in a haste and with shaky hands.

You didn’t want to see him after that.

But you found yourself days later sneaking out of the tower late at night, quietly making your way to the seventh floor.

Draco got heavily scolded by Snape for the necklace attempt. The Professor found his action completely foolish and didn’t hesitate to let Draco know that. The boy arrived at the Room feeling beaten, defeated. On top of that, he was met by the empty couch and the broken cabinet and he snapped. In a fit of rage, he broke one of the cabinet’s doors and threw it at the couch. The noise he caused rang through the entire room, momentarily covering the silence. He couldn’t bear the sight of his failure any longer and the thought that you were now possibly scared of him after rumors of him being a Death Eater spread around the school, thanks to Potter, angered him even more.

“Training for the next Triwizard Tournament, Malfoy?”

Your voice made him turn around quickly, surprised look on his face.

A small smile danced at your lips, and you took out your wand. Pointing it at the broken door, you cast out “Repairo,” and the door lifted from the couch, gently levitating towards the cabinet and fixing itself. In the end, it looked as if nothing had happened. “At least this works, otherwise you would’ve had to pick up some muggle skills.” You teased.

Draco let out a small laugh, before his face fell again and he sat down on the dusty floor. His back rested against some other piece of forgotten furniture and he brought his knees up, hugging them to his chest. His head fell back, and he closed his eyes.

You quietly sat next to him with a huff.

“Why are you here?” Draco asked quietly.

After a moment of silence, you answered with honesty “I don’t know.” And you didn’t. You couldn’t understand why, despite the pit in your stomach that took shape as soon as Harry accused Draco of being a Death Eater, you were alone with him in a secret room, late at night.

Opening his eyes, Draco made a quick decision. He placed his left hand on your right knee, squeezing. Your eyes met – he looked calm; you were confused. “Do you trust me?” Draco’s voice was just a whisper. Alas, through the deafening silence of the Room, you heard him loud and clear.

“I don’t know.” You answered again. And, mirroring his impulsive move, you placed a hand over his. He felt cold at the touch and as you got used to the slightly stinging feeling, he found comfort in your warmth. “All I know is that I’m here, for some reason. I felt like seeing you.” You admitted, your voice tender and quiet.

Draco didn’t speak for a while. You thought you embarrassed yourself but didn’t dare to move.

“There are things about me that you really wouldn’t like if you knew.” The boy finally spoke. His eyes were glued to the cabinet that was a few feet from you both, but his mind was miles away. “I’m not a good man.” He admitted with no waver in his tone, no hesitation.

And maybe it was the daily, month-long meetings you’ve had with him. Or maybe it was the flicker of decency you saw in him when he got Pansy to release her painful grip on you the previous year. But your mind dug up small events and information buried deep in your memory that made you frown at his words. You remembered Dobby. Harry told you he was the Malfoy’s house elf who tried to keep him safe during second year, and it all seemed strange to you. You knew that house elves, if owned, could not act on their own volition no matter how strong their beliefs and inclinations were. In your mind it seemed unlikely that Dobby left the Malfoys without their knowledge and so, for the longest time you had a hunch it was Draco who sent Dobby to warn Harry. Especially since Lucius was the one who snuck Tom Riddle’s diary into Hogwarts. You were also quite sure it was Draco who helped Harry figure out the monster from the Chamber of Secrets was a Basilisk.

But overall, you knew Draco didn’t grow up in a good environment. He’d been heavily manipulated his entire life and it was in that moment, as you sat next to him on dirty floors, hand on top of his, that you decided whatever he was doing, he was doing either because of blackmail or manipulation.

“You can’t let the bad things from the past define you,” You whispered as your fingers slowly occupied the empty spaces between Draco’s own fingers. He was quick to grip your hand into his. “I think you are good. You’ve just been dealt shit cards.”

Draco didn’t show any emotion as he processed your words. But that night as he lay in his bed all he could think about were your words. Nobody had told him he was a good person before, and he’d never felt supported before in his life. And he felt a wave of emotions hit him all at once. He felt envy because Potter had had you all this time and because of your friendship with him, Draco didn’t get close to you sooner. He felt jealousy because he remembered you were in the Room in the first place because you were heartbroken over Ron – again, someone he didn’t like had all the things Draco felt he should’ve had instead. He felt comfort knowing you weren’t scared of him despite Potter filling your mind with (true) accusations. He felt hopeless because he was a Death Eater now and you were one of the good guys. He also felt entitled, selfish and determined because for the first time in a while, he found himself wanting something – someone, that he wanted for himself: you.

Over the next few months, you both unintentionally grew closer. Draco remembered every smile, every laugh shared between the two of you in the candlelight, hidden deep inside the Room of Requirement. Most days, he worked alone on the cabinet while you studied and pretended he wasn’t doing something potentially harmful. You both found yourselves finding comfort in the other’s mere presence.

You began to think less about Ron and more about Draco and it made you feel strangely guilty, especially when Ron would throw his arm around you like he used to in the Great Hall and you’d catch Draco’s eyes and excuse yourself to move back to the Ravenclaw table.

On certain nights you attempted to get Draco to do homework with you. But with each passing day, he became more and more anxious and afraid. And with each passing day, it hurt and worried you more and more. On a few occasions you did his Transfiguration homework for him just to keep him out of detention.

He owled you a Merry Christmas note during winter break but told you not to write him back. He knew you wished him happy holidays as well.

You gave him a Christmas present when you got back to Hogwarts – a ring, as you’d noticed he liked wearing them. His face lit up at the gesture and it was the first time he embraced you. The action was impulsive but it felt right. One of his arms wrapped around your lower back, the other cradled your head gently. His face buried in your neck and he held you so tight you didn’t dare move. He held you to make sure you were real and wouldn’t slip away from his grasp.

A little over a month later, Draco was feeling the pressure of his tasks heavier than ever. He felt sick each time he looked at the cabinet and you were noticing that. You were also noticing his complete disinterest in school and his reoccurring absences. He’d spend days in the Room, not even coming down to eat. You snuck him meals each time you could but sometimes you’d find them untouched on the floor.

“Alright, Draco. What’s going on?” You confronted him one night.

“Nothing.” He mumbled. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Then help me understand,” you pleaded “Draco you’re not acting like yourself please, tell me what’s going on so I can help.” You never pleaded with a man before, never thought you would. Your ego felt too strong for this. And yet, there you were, standing behind a disheveled Draco Malfoy with an ache in your chest.

He ignored you.

You felt like throwing something at his head.

You watched as he opened the cabinet doors and took out a rotten apple. He held it in his hand for a second too long. It wasn’t unusual, you’ve watched him do this repeatedly over the past five months. You flinched when he threw the apple on the floor with vicious force. He then kicked the bottom of the cabined a bunch of times, yelling out in anger and frustration. His scream echoed through the Room. You pursed your lips.

“I can’t do this.” He finally spoke. “I can’t bloody do this and everyone’s going to die.” He started pacing around the small clearing amidst clutter. “My mum, my dad, me…you – we’re all going to die.” He kicked the plate of food you had brought him a few hours prior, spilling the contents over the floor.

You frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“He’s gonna kill you and mum in front of me, make me watch,” He was frantic “probably gonna torture you first so I die remembering your screams. Then,” he pinched his nose, wiped his mouth “then he’ll kill me. I’ll be last and everyone’s gonna be taking the piss out of me, the fucking kid who couldn’t fix a fucking,” he kicked the cabinet again “magic fucking cabinet!” he kicked and kicked until you could feel the pain he felt in his leg yourself.

You walked up to him and attempted to pull him away from the large wooden broken object, but he pushed you away forcefully. You stumbled back in shock. “How dare – “ You couldn’t finish your sentence, however. He hastily turned to face you, pulling up the sleeve of his left arm aggressively, exposing the Dark Mark.

No words came out of your mouth after that.

You couldn’t seem to peel your eyes off of the mark, and Draco watched you with a pained heart. Part of him expected you to run, another to pull out your wand and attack. He didn’t know which one was coming, he didn’t know which one he preferred. However, he didn’t expect you to walk up to him with slow, steady steps.

His eyes locked with yours as you took his arm into your own. It was as if the Room emptied and the only things in it were the two of you. Holding his arm to your chest, you got as close to him as possible. As he looked down at you, his heavy breath fanned your face. “It’s okay, Draco.” You whispered. “I understand.”

And you did. You understood his choice, understood the position he was forced into. And your heart ached for him.

That’s the night Draco remembered best. The way your figure was illuminated by the soft glow of yellow candles, the soft fabric of your sweater rubbing on his skin. The kindness in your eyes spreading warmth through his veins, the way your lips moved when you spoke his name. Most times he thought about conjuring a Patronus, Draco believed the memory of that night was what he needed to focus on in order to succeed.

With his hand on the back of your head, he quickly lowered himself to reach your height and caught your lips in a kiss. He felt you smiling into it and he found himself mirroring you, until you pulled away to giggle into his shoulder. He couldn’t do anything besides kissing the top of your head.

Days later you were both laying on the couch you had transformed into a cozy spot. You were focused on his Mark, tracing your fingers along the lines of it, gently. Draco knew he was supposed to feel pride in having the Mark – that’s what his family had told him, but he felt something close to shame each time he looked at it.

You rested your hand on top of it, covering it. “I’m sorry. But we’ll figure it out.”

“Together?”

“Together.”

A week later he was forced into the meeting with his mom and Snape at the Shrieking Shack. The following night he walked towards the Room of Requirement late, with heavy steps. It felt as if each movement he made on the way happened in slow-motion.

You were reading comfortably when he finally reached you. A smile formed on your lips upon seeing him, but it faded when you took in his appearance, his sour face, hardened figure, stone gaze. “What’s wrong?”

Draco didn’t speak, only pointed his wand towards you. You froze. “Draco?” His hand shook, his face wavered. You were confused.

“I have to do this, (Y/N). He’ll kill you otherwise.” Draco’s voice cracked.

“No, he won’t. You’re a skilled Occlumentist, right? He can’t get into your mind.” You immediately caught on.

He shook his head. “He’ll know, he’ll know. Snape knows, mum knows,” he sounded so scared that you attempted to get up to comfort him, but he threated so you sat back down “he’ll know.”

Tears formed and blurred your vision as your heart picked up speed.

“You know, I didn’t wanna think about you, I wanted to stay focused. I came here to do a task, that’s it. I came to be great, to do great things for the Dark Lord.” Draco began, “But then I saw you. I’ve wanted you since fourth year and then here you were, being good to me and…you woke up a weakness inside me. And I got selfish, I put my mission aside to get something for myself.”

Tears now ran down your face, and Draco mirrored you. You shook your head, silently pleading for him to reconsider.

“But I have a mission, (Y/N) and it’s so important. I can’t be distracted. And I can’t have you being associated with me – it’ll get you killed and I can’t – I can’t have it.”

The candles flickered and for a split second your mind went to a Divination class, where Trelawney explained candle magic. Their dancing light showed instability, chaotic energy while its tall flame indicated success brought about with complications. The air felt cold as you stared at Draco who hadn’t fully stepped into the candlelight. An abyss of darkness stood tall behind him, the sights of it deepening the pit in your stomach. Despite his shaky hands, dark circles underneath his saddened eyes and hollow cheeks, Draco looked put-together. His hair wasn’t messy like it was the first night you found him in the Room. It was back to its slick, flawless style. He wore his all-black suit, and his tie wasn’t loosened.

“I also can’t have you walk out of here knowing everything about me.” His voice hardened and for the first time while being with him, you felt fear.

“I won’t tell anyone.” Your voice was small. You sat up, your eyes beginning to look for a way out.

“I can’t risk it, you’re friends with Potter. You’re one of the good guys.”

“I won’t put you in danger, Draco.”

He grimaced at your words as if they’ve hit him with the force of a Cruciatus Curse. He tried not to let any more tears fall. You took his reaction as an opportunity to get closer to him. Maybe if you could take away his wand, touch him. Maybe then you could change his mind.

“I won’t endanger you either,” He whispered. “That’s why I have to do this.” At that, he lowered his wand and took two long strides towards you. Another one of his unpredictable actions that left you frozen in your spot. In a swift motion, he cupped your face between his calloused palms. “You know this is the right choice.”

“No,” you whispered and shook your head “no, it’s not. You can teach me Occlumency, I can help you,” your fearful eyes bore into his saddened ones, his heart ached at your words, at the fear he was capable of instilling in you. “We’re a good team, remember? I can help.” You kept pleading as your own hands rested on top of his. You felt the ring you’d given him still on his finger.

He simply shook his head with a small, almost unnoticeable smile on his face. “I’ve already corrupted you enough.” Draco admitted and you were taken aback; rendered speechless. “You’ve been covering for me with your friends, lying to Professors, basically doing my homework while I’m working on bringing the school down.”

Your heart dropped; hands started shaking. Draco felt it. He felt the weight of his words starting to crush you. Down in your mind you knew he was doing something bad with the cabinet, but you didn’t think it was so drastic.

Draco continued. Hurt her to save her, his mom’s words rang through his mind. “I’m using the Vanishing Cabinet to bring Death Eaters into Hogwarts,” his words made you remember the Death Eaters attack at the Quidditch World Cup, where you were almost trampled. You remembered the attack on London that sent one of your family members to the Hospital. You remembered how ruthless the Death Eaters were at the Ministry, when they were throwing deadly curses at a bunch of teenagers.

And there it was.

The look of betrayal, hurt and fear on your face that Draco never wanted to see. He tried to remember the night you saw his Mark, the night you accepted and comforted him. That’s what he wanted to remember, not this. “After I get them here, I’m going to kill Dumbledore.” He continued.

Chills erupted on your body and you recoiled from his touch.

“I knew you were planning something bad, but this, Draco?” You couldn’t speak louder than a whisper as you took small steps away from him. He knew this was coming; the disgust, the unacceptance. Was your speech about understanding him all bullshit? “You don’t have to- “

“Yes, I do. It’s my mission.”

“No, listen to me. You’re not this person, you’re not a Death Eater. I know you, Draco. You’re still a good person put in a terrible situation but it’s not all lost, we can-“ Despite your fear, you still found yourself comforting him, pleading with him. Your mind lead an inner battle between understanding the boy’s motives and wanting to let Harry know of everything that was happening.

You couldn’t let Dumbledore die, couldn’t let Death Eaters attack Hogwarts.

“I cursed Katie Bell. Almost killed her.” Draco cut you off.

“I know.” You deadpanned. He parted his lips and frowned in confusion. “I saw the necklace in your bag a week before it all happened. Then I saw it on McGonagall’s desk. It wasn’t hard to piece together the puzzle.” You explained.

Despite the warmth spreading through his heart at the thought of you not abandoning him even after knowing that all those months ago, at the thought that he’d finally found someone to be on his side for once in his life, someone who understood and maybe even actually loved him – despite it all, Draco’s eyes had never showed less emotion.

You wanted to cry but didn’t. Your ego won.

“You know I have to do this, (Y/N).” His voice didn’t waver anymore. The more reasons you gave him to love you, the more his decision solidified in his mind. “And you know I’m doing the right thing,” he wanted to hold you so bad, but he didn’t move; instead, you both stood feet away from each other. “Knowing all this puts you in danger. Coming here every night puts you in danger hell, even looking at me in the Great Hall puts you in danger. I can’t see you brought into the manor tied up, imprisoned and killed as a punishment for me. And you know I’m right. I’m not just some irrelevant follower, I’ve sat at a damn table with The Dark Lord countless times this summer. He’s been in my home; he knows me personally.”

You couldn’t look at him the more he spoke. So, your gaze was stuck on a candle, but your eyes remained unfocused.

“You’re smart.” Draco kept speaking, his tone now loud and confident. “This is the part where you tell me that even though you wanna change my mind, you know I’m doing the right thing,” he even joked. You wanted to cry but couldn’t speak. He was right. “Tell me you’re proud of me because I’m putting someone else’s wellbeing above my own for once” his voice became muffled, as if he spoke from underwater. It was silent for a moment as Draco watched you process his words, “You’ll be on the right side of history after this. You’ll go back to Weasley who’s a better choice for you than I could ever be – even though it kills me to say that.”

All you could do was shake your head in disbelief.

By the time you looked back up at him, he had a few tears running down his face and his wand pointed at you. And so you cried.

“We were a good team, weren’t we?” Draco spoke with one last saddened smile.

“Draco, please. I love –“ you began, but Draco couldn’t bear hear it.

You watched Draco wipe his tears with a swift motion, before a white light formed at the tip of his wand. His voice came out strong, unwavering, and determined. His hand stopped shaking.

“Obliviate,” Draco uttered before you could react.

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