madocactus · 2 years ago
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HOLY SHIT THERE’S TWO OF THEM (the sequel)
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dr4cking · 3 years ago
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Wrong.
draco malfoy x reader | kinktober #8
stepbrother!draco with voyeurism, breeding and squirting kink
(dark content, avoid if you’re uncomfortable)
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Draco was supposed to go to the kitchen, but no. Instead, he stood in front of his step sister’s room, the door were open ajar, showing the little minx were pleasuring herself in there.
He couldn’t find a way to move, this feels truly wrong but goddamn it for how tight his pants felt now. Her needy whimpers didn’t make it any better as he rubbed his covered erection, holding out his groan from leaving his lips.
“Draco..” His body stiffened as the adrenaline washed over him, did you just moaned his name?
He found himself stepping inside your room, locking the door as he approached you. The loud footsteps making the girl froze in her place.
“Shit- Draco get out!” You pulled the cover up your body, eyes widening at his amused face.
“Oh no need to get shy, Y/n” You peek at his erection that was imprinted in his pants but of course, he noticed, a little smirk formed on his face.
“Yeah you’re responsible to it. Now go on, put a show for me.” He said as he took the cover off of you leaving you completely bare for him.
“Draco.. this is so wrong-”
“Then why did you moan my name? You’re practically dripping for me now” His eyes locked with your glistening cunt making your body burn under his gaze.
Draco grabbed your hand letting it down back to your sopping cunt, he slipped your middle finger into your hole forcing you to moan out loud. He let out curses under his breath, his erection felt so painful.
“Oh.. Draco I-” You moan his name louder as he guided your fingers inside you, the squelching sounds you made enough for your face to redden.
He threw his head backwards, eyes rolling in pleasure, he was enjoying this as much as you do. He knew you were close as your body squirmed under his control so then he abruptly pulled your hand away.
“No! Draco I was so close,” You whine out in frustration, being edged for two times is driving you insane.
“Shh.. you’ll be cumming hard on my cock, pretty girl.” It didn’t take him long to take off his clothes, gripping his hard cock to lining up and down your entrance getting you more desperate.
“Please please take me, Draco”
“Patience Y/n. Are you not ashamed you were begging like a filthy slut to your step brother?” He chuckles at your desperation, his tip teasing your throbbing clit making more arousal dripping out of you.
“Just pleas- fuck.” Both of you gasped at the sensation, your walls were barely ready to accomodate his size as he gave no warning before bottoming inside you, you can feel every inch and part of his hard cock inside you, it feels so erotic.
“Fuck. You’re tight Y/n.” He groaned as he buried his face onto your breast, lips sucking your sensitive nipple. He picked up his pace right away, slamming into you with no mercy.
Groans and moans fill your bedroom, you were thankful that your parents aren’t home. You were so lost in this forbidden pleasure he provided, each of his hard thrusts penetrating your pulsating walls deliciously, sending you into seeing stars.
“Holy fuck. You have no idea how many times I’ve been imagining this Y/n.” He said between his groan as he captured your lips in his, moaning into your mouth, your nails were scratching his back due to his deep thrusts.
“When you moaned my name, all I could think about was to buried my cock deep inside you, filling you up until you’re leaking out of my cum.” He sucked on your neck, marking his territory. His cock stretching you out so wide as he set an animalistic pace.
“Draco.. it feels so good- fuck, please I’m so close” He groaned hearing your pleading, his hand now rubbing your clit which getting you closer to your high.
Before you know it, you were screaming his name out loud as you let go of your high, this was insanely good, you never felt like this before. It was then you realized that you just squirted.
“Fuck. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” It doesn’t bother him at all, instead using your liquids to slicked faster into you, his thrusts getting sloppier,
And not for long, he pushed himself deeper as he came to a full stop, shooting load of his thick cum into you, painting your walls white. You can feel every single of it, how his cock twitched inside you as his cum stuffing you full like he said.
Draco made no move to pull out, he wanted to make sure all of him staying inside you. He flipped you over so now you’re laying on top of him. The both of you were still laying breathlessly as you still processing what just happened.
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sapphicwhxre · 4 years ago
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ASTERIA'S 2.5K FOLLOWER FIC REC LIST
i read fics just as much as i write them so here are some of my favourites. tysmsm for this milestone, i love you all <3 quick note: i didn't re-tag anyone if i recommended more than one of your works because of the tag limit.
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hermione granger
tuesdays - @stupxfy
probably one of my all time favs for hermione. it's just so well written and adorable and fluffy and yes.
if i could tell her - @hellounicorn
pining, pining, PINING. the way these emotions and hermione's described is just... art. perfection. there's a happy ending and it is so worth the build up.
darling dearest - @dracolvr
fluffy goodness. read to be hopelessly in love with hermione ─ which, let's be real, we all are.
november rain - @pansydaisy
uhm i love this one sm. it's so simple but amazing ─ everyone has their days like this and having hermione to cure them? it's what everyone needs.
i need more - @15-dogs
i sobbed the first time i read this. it'll break your heart but it's so amazingly written that it's worth the sadness. actual gut wrenching / mindblowing writing.
how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime
the title. need i say more?
honeyed eyes - @minty-malfoy
HEAVEN. being hermione's first kiss as friend? but both of you idiots liking each other? oh my god, sign me up.
hugging her from behind - @pastanest
again, the title. read to feel 🥺💙
grey days - @pepperimps01
PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good
grenade - @hellounicorn
another one that'll make your heart shatter. but in the best way. these are the fics i live for where the you can't help but feel like it's really happening to you and hermione and god it's so fucking powerful. underrated writing right here in general. and also pansmione is the loml so it hurts in that way.
honeybees - @pansydaisy
fluffy aesthetic heaven.
lead the way - @teacup-tai
more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.
two queens in a king sized bed - @shysneeze
domestic christmas morning with hermione and it's angelic.
would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy
one of those blurbs i never imagined i'd read or love so much. not to mention it's spot on and adorable.
pansy parkinson
right and wrong - @starrkidmalfoy
a first kiss and the overdone trope that i will never get sick of, the bitch who's soft only for you. the descriptions in this are perfection and the writing is beautiful <3
messed up - @writseo
toxic, messed up love fics will be the death of me. insane how well you captured it all and i just yes damn fucking props.
pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines
*screams* THE BEST FRIEND BANTER + THE ENDING OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ─ I SCREAMED WHEN I FIRST READ THIS. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.
dating pansy would include - @lotsoffandomimagines
ABSOLUTE POWER COUPLE SHIT and to this day, pansy saying "jealous much?" when being scolded for pda remains iconic.
grey days - @pepperimps01
as i said before: PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good
new rules - @silversslytherin
excuse me this is immaculate ─ pansy is the best friend and the second you see that she's also the best s/o, you're done for. perfection.
study "dates" - @turning-dreams-into-chaos
the title is self explanatory and this whole thing is fluffy heaven <3
how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime
read the title, thank me later.
lead the way - @teacup-tai
more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.
traitor - @hufflepuff-writings
a masterpiece where pansy chooses the wrong side in the battle of hogwarts. this ties up so well and the writing is so powerful.
back alley love potions - @a-simple-imagine
this actually hurts but in a beautiful way. watching pansy give draco a love potion is such a fucking concept and this is executed incredibly.
my little bunny - @emmamarie7708
pansy making you do this is so dirty yet she's slightly sweet and i am a sucker for it. god is a woman and her name is pansy fucking parkinson.
pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines
i'll let pansy beat people up for me all day. they put me in madame pomfrey's, feel my girlfriend's wrath.
ginny weasley
blissful - @enyastasia
fluffy ginny goodness. the friends to lovers? the amazing kiss? 🥺🥺🥺💞💞 this fic lives in my heart <3
bubble pop electric - @hunnypot-imagines
this is hotter than a lot of actual smut and the chemistry is so... wow. ginny weasley owns me.
dear ginny - @alyssamalfoy
how does this short ass letter manage to make me feel so much. it's sorcery but i don't even care, it's beautiful.
wildflower - @pansydaisy
will i ever get tired of cheeky i love yous? not when loves like ginny weasley and ayli's so so pretty writing exist.
all i want - @hellounicorn
ouch. fuck you harry :) quite possibly the best ginny fic i have ever read. insanely talented writing, i genuinely feel every touch of emotion you put down and you need to know how amazing that is. keep breaking my heart.
linny hcs - @bluebirdlinginthenest
who doesn't need good linny content in their life?
how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime
sexy bitch, fuck me up.
willow - @padmeamiala
ginny is the loml. her brothers can cry about it.
bellatrix lestrange
attempting to bake with bellatrix - @carters-coffee
MY FAVOURITE BELLA FIC ─ there's not enough bellatrix fluff out there but this makes up for the lack of. heaven.
bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee
this gives me chills. she knows she's a bad bitch and that's what we love about her.
change of plans - @dumb-sbian
why THE FUCK have i not had a rainy morning with bellatrix? she can sleep and mumble something just like this and i'm still head over heels for her.
being tortured as bellatrix's girlfriend - @writings-of-a-british-fangirl
definitely a concept BUT this makes me feel some type of way and i recommend giving it a minute of your time 😌
bellatrix finding out you're a muggleborn - @carters-coffee
the beauty, the nuance omg. this is art.
bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee
yep jealous bella. trust me, im all yours mommy <3
sex with bellatrix would include - @onegayastronaut
so short but... sign. me. up.
luna lovegood
never leave - @/deactivated
luna smut is hard asf to come by and this is my favourite. it's so luna and the pain over her not knowing, not getting that closure about how you feel until this is an amazing rollercoaster.
she - @hunnypot-imagines
the beauty of falling in love with luna, through this majorly talented writing. ten out of fucking ten. i will not elaborate but there's also majorly good association in this imo.
silver berries and flickering fireflies - @duskgrangers
i love this fic so much. she's so herself and that is why we ✨ simp ✨ and the scene set just sounds so prettyy
how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime
luna + this title? yes please, ma'am i am simping.
would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy
put me in your pocket luna. im begging you.
dancing in the rain with luna - @/deactivated
only luna would get you a dress to go dancing in the rain and this is the stuff of blissful, fluffy dreams.
hugging her from behind - @pastanest
short and cute, do me a favour and read it :)
dating luna lovegood would go like - @glossymalfoy
life is NOT worth it if you don't read these cute little headcanons and imagine dating ravenclaw's baddest bitch.
linny hc - @bluebirdlinginthenest
like i said, who doesn't need good linny content?
cho chang
strawberry kisses - @pansydaisy
the only cho fic i've been able to find and it's SO WORTH IT. the cutest, it flows so well, and i absolutely love it. i need this with cho tbh.
fleur delacour
toutes les etoiles - @coffee--writes
im in love with fleur and this amazing writing. and for the first time since i started high school, my three years of taking french feel good for something.
being best friends with fleur would include - @harrypotter-imaginess
not romantic but actually so sweet pls. i want this friendship in my life so bad.
nymphadora tonks
dating nymphadora tonks would include - @imaginesforgirls
dating her + that warm little feeling of bliss that only HCs can give you
taking care of her after the war - @random-imagines-blog
this kind of hurts in that good ass way and i lovee it. they're simple hcs but i feel for tonks so much and then there's that warm lil feeling when you're the one to put her back together aand now my primary life goal is to help this woman heal.
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harry potter
phosphenes - @minty-malfoy
ok shakespeare, the fuck?? this fic will never not get me right in the heart. the angst, holy fuck. and for once, the reader doesn't hurt harry and let draco walk all over them and it's just done so well. the transition from a toxic relationship to a sweet, loving one PLEASE. it's beautiful.
happy memories - @15-dogs
how does this manage to be so. smutty and fluffy at the same time? this is one of those short ones that has lived in my head, rent-free since i read it. and tbh any fic that includes expecto patronum is guaranteed to be good.
come back to me - @wondernimbus
right from the beginning, it's a mess of emotions both good and bad. that kind of good ass writing that hits you in the heart <3
making out with harry potter would include - @badfvith
read this title. done? now thank me later.
harry prompt - @thoseofgreatambition
harry x a sarcastic swooning bitch is an elite trope idc. short and sweet, i'm marrying this fic.
keep your eyes on the prize - @rowema-ravenclaw
first of all, showing harry up and second, pure fluff (and a little steam) right after. i also love how she writes harry in general because he's totally safe/in love with the relationship but still has that awkward lovable shyness and i just... *sighs*
always - @pansydaisy
uhm i will always love him and always reread this a thousand times so its a fit title + a good read.
late night studying - @lumosandnoxwriting
fuck studying, let his hand stay in my shirt. once again recommending fluffy bliss in the form of a short read that makes me feel things <3
would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy
he's so stupid. but he still loves you + this is from our resident perfectly talented writer so its a win.
cuddling after a rough quidditch practice - @badfvith
harry james potter is : b a b y
gryffindor's victory - @rowema-ravenclaw
make me gryffindors fucking cheerleader because HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT. AND THE WRITING IS IMMACULATE PLEASE. just read it, you won't regret it.
draco malfoy
silent treatment - @slytherinwh0re
andy's mad talented and this is just... insert a cheesy chefs kiss. unbelievably adorable but so fucking hot and an actually good smut plot (which is rare lmfao). remind me to give draco the silent treatment every time im upset.
rewards - @malfoysstilinski
so hot PLS. hype him up for the match and get your reward, bye. so good.
reading between the lines - @minty-malfoy
i've said this a thousand times but that's what happens when you've got a mad talented mutual BLESSING everyone with beauty like this. butterflies and warm feelings all around when i read this 💓
point of view - @draconisxcaput
its angst for hermione and fluff for you but overall ethereal writing. i am never going to recover from the pure talent that this is.
im not kidding im dying - @malfoysmatrioshka
i hate being sick with a passion but this... this would make it worth it.
hogwarts express - @/deactivated
draco fucking you because he knows harry's watching. the shit of legends and god is it hot.
draco laughing at you because you can't walk after sex - @glossymalfoy
*motions to the title* fluff with this loser 😌
the cheeseburger - @slytherinwh0re
really short read but this is one of those things i just. didn't know i needed. you're missing out and haven't even realised it if you haven't read about introducing him to cheeseburgers. and that ending is so funny/in character to me i fucking love it.
four am - @malfoysstilinski
domestic draco 🥺 but also sad draco 🥺 and then fluffy draco 🥺
hugging him from behind - @pastanest
real short and it'll brighten your day <3
would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy
how is it that this is so stupidly adorable. i love it 💘
ron weasley
heather - @hellounicorn
always making me cry with your fics i swearrr. this is a must-read. having someone but them not really being yours is a beautiful trope and this fic absolutely does it wonderful, poetic justice. your angst is addicting.
apple pie - @pregnant-piggy
ABSOLUTE DOMESTIC BLISS I AM IN LOVE. i don't even like kids or baking that much but this made me so soft. the whole cozy, heavenly vibes from this fic yes yes yes.
jealousy - @writeroutoftime
cliché jealousy turns friends to lovers and i am a sucker for it all over again <3
shaking and trembling - @ronsbadidea
if ron doesn't finger fuck me and then make a cheeky comment about it in class later then WHAT IS THE POINT :(
mixed signals - @iamthecabbage
i've always figured ron is this awkward idiot cutie with a crush and yea, this is it.
fred and george weasley
i love you, but you don't - @george-fabian-weasley
fred's a character i really don't read for often but goddamn. it's the saddest, most beautiful mix of rejection and pain and fred desperately caring but not in the way you want him to ─ an angsty masterpiece.
cockwarming george - @roonilwazlibimagines
because of this filthy gem, i one hundred thousand percent believe that he could make me cum without even fucking me and this is just... it's a good fucking read.
would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy
their responses are so wonderfully chaotic and adorable and GOD you're missing out if you haven't read these lil blurbs.
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saveourskinship · 3 years ago
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100 Ways To Kill Voldemort
“We could just yeet him into a woodchipper,” Harry suggested cheerily, “Write that down.”
Hermione went to, then paused, “With what?”
“Huh?” Ron asked.
“How are you yeeting Voldemort?” Hermione queried.
“Well, we could conjure a catapult or, you know, Scorpion him. ‘Get over here’!” Harry turned his voice low and gravelled, making a whipping motion in the air.
“What the fuck are they doing?” Draco hissed at Theo.
“Obviously,” Theo drawled, because it was obvious, “they are writing a list of ways to kill our Lord and Saviour.”
“In the library?” Draco sputtered, flabbergasted.
“I hate to repeat myself,” Theo crossed his arms, “so indubitably.”
“Malfoy and Nott are eavesdropping,” Ron stated.
“Well, anyone who thinks we aren’t planning on killing Voldemort is an idiot. It’s not like we have to hide it,” Hermione sniffed, writing down Harry’s Scorpion idea.
“Hey Malfoy! Nott! Come help us!” Harry called.
“Muggle Jesus wank, they know we’re here,” Draco panicked.
“I’m just going to be relegated to one flock of synonyms, aren’t I?” Theo inspected his fingernails. “Unquestionably.”
“Malfoy and Nott are here?” Hermione blinked in their direction before turning back to Harry. “They could be quite helpful.”
“Are you both mental?” Ron whisper-yelled at them.
“Undoubtedly,” Theo commented, rolling his eyes. “Honestly, I don’t even know why I’m here. I’m just a Rick-Roll of the same quips. May as well make this interesting.” 
He walked over and conjured a chair right in between Harry and Hermione, distinctly closer to Harry, then leaned his upper arm flush with the table and rested his head on an elbow. “Hello, Potter.”
“Errr, hi?” Harry frowned a little at him.
“Salazar’s holy taint and balls,” Draco uttered under his breath, walking over too, glowering over them. “And how the ever-loving fuck do you think I could help?”
“Well, you are a Death Eater,” Harry said. 
“Yeah,” Hermione chimed in.
“Wait, what? You’ve been telling me all year I was wrong about that!” Harry said, outraged.
Hermione tsked and placed her quill down primly on the table, “Harry. I’ve barely been speaking to Ron this year because of Lavender and so I needed to be contrary with someone. And I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be right too often. You have a lot of dangerous ideas.”
“Where is Lavender?” Ron said, looking around for her. “Feels weird having my tongue in my own mouth.”
“Ugh,” everyone said.
Except Theo, who disgustedly enunciated, “Incontestably.”
“My idea’s aren’t dangerous,” Harry insisted.
Draco scoffed, earning him a nod of approval from Hermione.
“Here are your contributions thus far,” Hermione told him with a cough to clear her throat.
“Stop,” Ron shook his head as if clearing it. “I think I broke up with Lavender because when Malfoy poisoned me I think I asked for you when I woke up, ‘Mione? Aren’t we supposed to be getting together now?”
Everyone turned to Hermione for her answer. She sighed and rubbed a weary hand across her forehead, “Look, Ron, we probably are going to awkwardly fumble around each other for another year and then finally kiss over the corpse of some heinous monster somewhere and we will try, but our puppy love will fade when we are faced with the real world. Because it’s a bit weird for too many people to marry their highschool sweetheart, takes the sweetness out of it, you know.”
They all nodded like that made sense.
“So we will amicably split up and I will travel and fuck my way around the world for a bit then come back a changed woman but not so changed that I won’t utilise my contrarian charms on someone like Malfoy.”
“What?” Draco balked.
“Certainly,” Theo shot her a finger-gun to show he gave his blessing.
“So you end up with Malfoy? That’s gross.” Ron screwed up his face.
“It’s not that gross,” Draco said, so tellingly it was basically a Witch Weekly article.
“What about me?” Ron waved his arms around a little madly.
Hermione waved his offense away, “Don’t worry, from my calculations you end up with Pansy or Daphne or both.”
“Gross,” Draco parroted.
“Oh, okay. That’s cool then,” Ron bobbled his head.
“Definitely,” Theo added. “Do Harry now.”
Hermione looked at him like it was obvious and as Captain Obvious he should know that.
“Clearly,” she began, “Harry will be straight until the end of the year when he’ll finally realise that oh! you can be attracted to boys, too!” she gave Theo a Significant Look™.
“Naturally,” Theo inclined his head, returning said Look with a nice lob.
“Of course,” Hermione returned the swing.
“Unmistakeably,” Theo hit back.
“What is happening?” Draco edged out the corner of his mouth to Ron.
“No. Idea.” Ron gritted back.
“Enough.” Hermione ended the volley. “Now, Harry, your list -” Hermione flicked the parchment.
“Nothing wrong with it!” Harry harrumphed.
“Without doubt,” Theo shifted even closer to Harry.
“Aside from yeeting Voldy-Knob Knees into a woodchipper with a Scorpion style Accio, you have also said we should: shoot him with a bazooka; ask for the Time Turner back to kill him at the orphanage; conjure him into a wetsuit with a Portguese Man o’ War inside it; use your connection to his mind to convince him he’s not an evil wizard but actually a McDonald’s employee. Specifically a bad one; drop a hive of murder hornets on him and..” she scanned the list, “Oh yes, blow up Malfoy Manor.”
“You can’t blow up my house!” Draco yelled, outraged.
Harry shrugged, “I’m more partial to the wetsuit/jellyfish idea anyway.”
“See, dangerous,” Hermione concluded.
“Rather distinctly,” Theo agreed, fanning himself.
“Well, when we started this list in fifth year, your best idea didn’t exactly work out, did it!” Harry accused Hermione who raised her eyebrows.
“It will work... eventually. It’s more a long-term plan.”
“What is it?” Draco asked, curious.
Harry tucked his chin downward and whispered Parseltongue in the direction of his crotch.
“Whaaaaat the fuck?” Draco took a step back as Harry’s belt slithered out from the loops and snaked up his back to rest on his shoulder, forked tongue darting out to lick Harry’s cheek .
“What the fuck are you doing using a snake as a belt?!” Draco cried in shock.
Hermione cooed at it, scratching under its chin as it cutely rubbed against her finger. “She’s not a snake, she’s a basilisk. Hatched her last summer. Wasn’t hard, all you need is a chicken egg and a toad.”
“Evidently,” Theo inserted excitedly, clapping his hands at the chaos he’d walked into.
“She’s still young, so it will take a few years for her to gain her glowy eyes death thing, but I figured if a basilisk can be trained to Petrify me, I could do the same thing to old Volder-Boulders. Repay the favour so to speak.”
There was a moment of silence where ridiculousness met insanity and settled into a weirdly sane set of logic.
“Float him into space,” Draco suggested, sitting between Hermione and Ron, reaching over her to write it down himself under number 100. “We get enough people to cast Wingardium Leviosa on him and float him into space. He can only use the Bubblehead charm for so long before it fails. And he’ll probably freeze to death first.”
“Surely,” Theo concurred, placing his hand on Harry’s knee who looked at it curiously, but didn’t remove himself.
“Not bad,” Ron mused, rubbing his chin.
“What else you got?” Hermione asked Draco, leaning over his elbow to watch him write.
“More than you can handle, Granger,” Draco smirked.
“True. Right now at least,” she conceded. “But once I’ve satisfied my wanderlust in a few years, you’re going to be shocked, Malfoy. Shocked.”
“This is fun,” Harry piped up, nuzzling his basilisk, which was sadly not a euphemism at that point in time, “we should do it again.”
Theo grinned at him and licked his canine wickedly.
“Obviously.”
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fangroyal · 3 years ago
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#3 What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)
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Adding the link to the ask game at the start this time, 'cause this is gonna be a long one, y'all. 😂
Where do I even begin? First of all, @angie-leena​, thank you so SO much for sending me this ask! It was the kick in the ass I needed to get me to actually write this scene, and for that I’m extremely grateful. I still don’t know if I’m entirely happy with the finished product, but it exists now, and that’s something.
So some of you may remember (if anyone actually follows my ramblings, haha!) that I’ve been simultaneously complaining about and obsessing over this gigantic WIP I’ve had since fucking March 2019. Nearly two and a half years have passed since I put the first word to paper, and oh how I’ve loved to cry out in frustration about how I have about 12k written on the stupid thing and yet not a single scene finished.
AT LEAST
NOT UNTIL TODAY
YES, I’VE DONE IT. I’ve finished a scene on this amazing, wonderful, and incredibly stupid WIP, and I could just cry.
FYI for anyone who doesn’t know what the fuck I’m talking about (which I’m sure is everyone, ‘cause I don’t expect anybody to remember this insane thing I’ve been shouting about all this time, LOL): this is the Slytherin My Gryffindor WIP. Yes, that is a working title. 😅 I will find a better one.....some day.......Ron/Draco is the main pair, but there will also be plenty of others sprinkled in the background.
Anyway, about this ask and that context I haven’t been arsed to write yet...
Context required in order to understand this scene 😂:
Fred Lives AU
The Muggle world and the Wixen world has kind of mixed in recent years, and it’s very common for magical people to be using Muggle technology
The Weasley twins have opened a second shop in Diagon Alley...selling sex toys (yes, really)
Their first original product line issssssss..........dildoes shaped like the Weasley brothers’ own dicks (and a fleshlight kind of thing for Ginny)
Yes this is crack!fic (but, like, also not???)
Ron has been made general manager of the shop and is there all the time, as they’re incredibly busy
Draco wants 👏 that 👏 D 👏, but is worried about Ron finding out, so keeps coming into the shop randomly hoping he won’t be there (and of course he always is)
Eventually there’s a day where Ron’s in the backroom, Charlie’s visiting and helping out at the register, and when Ron emerges, Charlie informs him that Draco Malfoy has just run in and bought Ron’s dildo
Cue Ron being incredibly turned on by this notion
So that pretty much brings us up-to-speed for this scene - it’s been a few days now, and Ron’s been trying to figure out a way to contact Draco to talk to him about the whole thing, since they never became friends or anything after the war and don’t regularly talk unless they’re just seeing each other around
The fic is meant to touch on, like...fame in the aftermath of the war (i.e. why anyone would be interested in sex toys modelled after the Weasley siblings in the first place)
Ron has evolved from his teenage self and grown to hate the fame - it prevents him from being able to date, because the press can never let him keep anything private
After this scene, the fic will focus on Ron and Draco developing a sexual - and eventually romantic - relationship (originally under the guise of “testing out” other products from the shop together)
They will try their best to keep their relationship a secret, but, like...everyone knows 😘😘😘
Also Draco is a model in this one (not important for this scene, but just thought you might want to know 😂)
In addition, some warnings/content to make note of before reading:
NC-17 (smut incoming!)
Technology circa 2005
Phone sex
Semi-public sex
Sex toys
Both Ron and Draco are a little drunk (but very consenting!)
Crack taken way too seriously
Of course, this hasn't been betaed or Britpicked, so I apologize for how very rough it is right now, lol. It will likely be a little (or a lot!) different if I ever actually finish this whole fucking fic and post it later on. I am treating this scene like a “sneak peek” of the fic, because I definitely do still want to try to finish it someday...
HOLY SHIT, I had a LOT more to say about it than I thought. 😅 So anyway. Scene under the cut.
Friday night at the Dragon's Head was packed. It took a bit of initiative, but Ron, Seamus, and Dean finally managed to snag them all a table in the back corner, hoarding the extra seats till Harry and Neville finally arrived, trailed closely by Ginny and Parkinson ― who were curiously short one blond wizard.
Ron tried not to think about it. He bought the first round with Harry, listening to him chat about the recent Puddlemere match against the Magpies. They ordered nibbles for the table. Ron munched on chips, his heart skipping every time the door opened across the room and another few patrons trickled in.
He was on his third pint of the evening when he started getting antsy. He sipped his Simison, using the light smoke curling around the rim of the glass to discreetly glance around the pub, hoping to spot a familiar head of blond hair in the crowd. His foot tapped impatiently on the floor.
"Is he coming, then?"
Ron's head snapped to attention. Ginny checked the door as well before turning back to Parkinson.
"Who?" Neville asked, snagging a vinegar-soaked chip from the bowl in the center of the table.
"Malfoy," Ginny said, craning her neck to see her girlfriend's screen.
Parkinson tapped away on her mobile, shaking her head. "No. Says he's already curled up with a bottle of wine and a good book, and doesn't fancy getting all done up."
Fucking hell. Ron drained the dregs at the bottom of his glass. It wasn't often Malfoy joined them on a mostly-Gryffindor outing ― not unless Parkinson could convince him. Somehow, Ron felt he should've known it wouldn't be in the cards tonight. Conversation pivoted again, and Ron ran his fingers up the sides of his empty pint, thinking.
At some point, Seamus and Harry set off to get another round, and Ginny hurried away with them after a quick peck to Parkinson's cheek. Neville and Dean had gotten into a chat about proper Mimbulus mimbletonia care, and Ron saw his chance. He could feel his heart start to thud in his chest as he cleared his throat, raising his voice to catch her attention.
"Parkinson?"
She turned back from watching Ginny leave, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Yes?"
"Think you could give me Malfoy's number?"
The smirk she gave him in response made his hands shake a little as they drummed against the tabletop.
"Whatever for?"
Ron stared her down, knowing full well any excuse he told her would never be enough. Parkinson's expression was predatory ― as if she already knew the answer anyway. He waited for her to comment, bracing himself.
To his surprise, she instead dug her mobile back out of her handbag.
She turned the screen towards him, and he typed the number directly into the dialer on his phone. He waited a few minutes until everyone ― Parkinson included ― had moved on to other things and forgotten about him, and then slipped from the table.
Ron shouldered his way through the crowd to the loo, pushing inside and locking the door behind him. It was a small room, hardly bigger than a broom closet. There was a toilet and a sink, a grimy mirror hanging above it, and a dim ceiling lamp that barely lit the space.
Ron backed up to one side of the room and slumped against the wall. He gripped the phone in clammy hands. Those pints had picked a perfect moment to hit him all at once. Ron blinked away the creeping dizziness, staring down at the numbers glowing dauntingly on the tiny screen. He'd been unable to get it out of his mind for days ― the image of Malfoy riding his dildo ― and now that he had a way to contact him, he was frozen. The leaky faucet dripped, the sound maddening as it mingled with the rush of blood in his ears. This was stupid. This was so bloody stupid.
He hit call.
Ron held his breath, cupping the phone to his ear. The line rang and rang, until he started to realize he didn't have a plan B. What if Malfoy didn't answer? What if he had to leave a voicemail? What would he even say? He should've just texted him, damn it.
Then, suddenly, the ringing stopped. There was rustling and a mumbled, "Bloody useless thing." Then, louder, "Yes?"
"Malfoy?"
"Yes, this is ― Weasley?"
Malfoy sounded surprised. Ron breathed out gradually, his heartbeat slowing with it. Malfoy's voice was clear and present on the other end. No looking back. He tried to think of something to say, and only came up with one thing.
"Haven't seen you round the shop yet this week."
"Don't tell me that's really why you called." Malfoy sighed, trying to sound put-upon, but Ron could hear the hint of nerves underneath. "If you must know, that would be because I found what I'd been looking for."
"I know."
There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. For a moment, Ron thought Malfoy might hang up. But then he cursed quietly. "Damn that brother of yours. Incorrigible."
So it really was true. Charlie hadn't just been taking the piss. Ron felt a warmth flare up in his belly, spreading down to the tops of his thighs.
"Try growing up with him. And the twins? Now that's a real nightmare."
"I was trying for discreet, but you were always there."
Ron leaned further back against the wall, staring up at the dark ceiling above. He thought of all those times Malfoy had dropped in at the shop, only to hurry out again if Ron ever came too close. Malfoy had jumped at the chance when Ron had been called away to the back that day.
Malfoy cleared his throat. "Well. You know. So what, then? Looking to mock me for it?"
"You always assume the worst with me. Why is that?" Although Ron couldn't exactly blame him. He hadn't given Malfoy much else to go on in years past. Neither of them had. "No. No, I was calling because…" Why had he been calling? It had seemed such a natural thing when he'd asked Parkinson for Malfoy's number not five minutes ago. "I was curious. If there was, er." He waved his free hand, searching for the words. Nothing sounded right. "Any particular reason for it."
Malfoy laughed ― a short bark of a sound. "I mean, obviously yes. It's a sex toy, Weasley."
Ron snorted, taken aback. "That's not ―"
"Actually, I thought it'd make a nice statement in the middle of my dining table. It would be an excellent conversation piece for dinner parties."
"For fuck's sake, Malfoy, I didn't ―"
A chuckle rumbled through from the other end of the line. There was that snark again. Merlin, it made Ron hot, his skin blooming from his collar up to his ears. He chewed his lip, pulling back the grin that threatened to spread across his face.
"I only meant ― was there a reason? That you'd picked mine?"
The line suddenly went quiet. Ron had to check his phone just to make sure the call hadn't dropped.
When Malfoy finally replied, his voice was soft, uncertain. "What would possess you to call and ask me that?"
Ron breathed in slowly, his hand tapping an incoherent rhythm on his thigh. "Well, I'm a bit pissed, to be honest," he admitted, still feeling the slight burn the Simison had left in his throat.
Malfoy didn't say anything more at first. The lamp above buzzed as the faucet continued to drip. Ron could hear the noise from the pub pressing up against the other side of the door.
Then, Malfoy said, "Maybe there was."
Ron felt his heart jump into his throat. "Was what?"
"A reason why I bought it," Malfoy said slowly, deliberately. "Figure it out, Weasel."
Oh, bloody hell. Ron took a shaky breath. Every nerve felt like it was on fire.
"And...how was it?" Ron heard himself ask as if from very far away.
Even over the din of the music beyond the bathroom door, he could hear Malfoy swallow. "It was good."
"Oh, ta." Ron chuckled despite himself.
"No, I mean...Bugger." It was nice hearing Malfoy so flustered. A rare occurrence, and one that the little fluttering pixie in Ron's stomach very much wanted to repeat. "It was brilliant, alright? Happy?"
Brilliant. The word tingled down Ron's spine. For some reason, he couldn't wipe the smile from his face. Bloody hell, was this really happening? He thought of fleeting insults thrown in the school corridors all those years ago ― then he thought of a night just a few months ago, the look in Malfoy's eyes as Ron told him about the shop.
"You wrote a song about me once, if I remember correctly," Ron said, feeling deliriously happy.
"I suppose I did." Malfoy sighed.
Ron's eyes flicked to the door, to the noise of the crowd beyond. "Why didn't you want me to know?"
"Oh, please, Weasley," Malfoy said bitterly. "Pick a reason."
"I know, but ―" Ron tried to argue, but Malfoy cut him off.
"You don't owe me anything. It would be incredibly unfair for me to expect you to be interested in return."
Ron supposed that was fair enough. He'd had similar feelings towards Malfoy until very recently.
"I would be, though. I mean ― I am."
Saying the words out loud gave them a weight Ron hadn't felt before. He let them roll off his tongue, flattened the tip of it along his lips as he thought about flashes of icy blond hair, high cheekbones, and long fingers swirling around the rim of a glass. He thought of the moment he'd finally realized Malfoy had been looking back.
"Oh." Malfoy paused, seeming surprised by that revelation. "Good to know."
Malfoy fidgeted. Ron listened intently, hearing the breath he released and the scrape of his fingers against his mobile.
"You wouldn't ― ah." Malfoy caught himself, and Ron waited for him to continue, his ears ringing. "Would you want to…?" Malfoy trailed off, finishing his thought with a scoff.
"Would I want to what ― oh."
Oh.
Ron swallowed hard. He wanted to believe Malfoy was asking him what he thought he was asking him, but even after everything, it was almost too good to be true. The long stretch of awkward silence on the other end told him he was right, though, and that made him jittery, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck.
"I could be reading too much into this," Malfoy muttered.
"No, no, definitely not. I mean." Ron licked his lips, his mouth suddenly feeling far too dry. "I just don't want you to think I expect this."
Malfoy made a sound, and Ron could practically feel him rolling his eyes on the other end of the line.
"Oh, so you don't ring up every person who buys a model of your cock and ask them how they enjoyed it?"
"What? No, of course not!" Ron stopped, realizing, and laughed at himself. "You're joking. That was a joke."
"Terribly clever, this one."
A sudden jiggling of the door handle made Ron jump, almost dropping his mobile in the process.
"Occupied!"
He fumbled with the phone, his heart thudding wildly. When he put it back to his ear, Malfoy was laughing. The sound made Ron feel weak in the knees.
"Where are you?" Malfoy asked, still snickering.
"In the loo at the Dragon's Head."
"Oh, of course." Malfoy sucked his teeth contemplatively. "Hang on. Is there anyone in there with you?"
Another frustrated turn of the door handle.
"It's a single."
"Good." Malfoy lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Do you want me to use it?"
Ron pressed his hand flat against the door, waiting until he heard the bloke give a huff and storm off. "Use what?"
"Your dildo, Weasley."
The silken drawl of Malfoy's voice spread like gooseflesh across Ron's skin. "Right now?" he asked incredulously, although he was already half hard at the thought.
"I could give you an exclusive product review. Unless you don't want to."
"No, I do!" Ron replied quickly, and Malfoy laughed again, making him blush.
"Eager, are we?"
"Yes." Ron passed a hand over his face, trying to laugh as well, but it came out shaky. Merlin, it had been all he could think about for the past few days. Still, he'd never imagined Malfoy would offer it outright. "Just didn't take you for the phone sex type."
Malfoy hummed. "You caught me in a randy mood. Now how do I ― ah, right."
Ron assumed he'd been put on speakerphone, as there was now an echo. He dug out his wand for a moment and cast a quick Silencio on the bathroom. It was a wonder how he had the brain power to spare, when all the blood in his body was suddenly rushing to his cock. He could hear Malfoy fumbling for something on the other end.
"Where are you?" Ron asked in return, trying to distract himself from the heady thrum of anticipation.
"In bed. Naked," Malfoy added with a hint of a smirk in his voice. Ron groaned, shutting his eyes against the image of Malfoy stretched out on soft sheets, hard and waiting for him. Merlin, had he been naked the whole time they were talking? Ron pressed the heel of his palm to the crotch of his jeans.
Malfoy went silent for a moment, until there was a faint intake of breath. His bed creaked distantly in the background.
Ron licked his lips, cupping his hand around the solid, hot line of his cock under his trousers. "Are you prepping yourself?"
"Of course." Malfoy breathed out steadily, the bed creaking again. "You're bigger than I thought you'd be. Although I'd always wondered."
Fucking hell. Ron arched against his hand. Was he really going to get his cock out in a pub toilet? The last shred of his resolve melted away when he heard Malfoy moan, low and guttural, a sound that shot straight through Ron, all the way to his toes. He imagined Malfoy laying back, his knees bent up, and slick fingers down between his legs, pressing in and out of his puckered hole. Ron was switching the phone to his left hand before he could give it a second thought. He flicked open the button on his jeans and pushed his pants down to hook under his balls, taking himself in hand.
Ron rolled his hand down over his length. Malfoy's breath hitched, and he cursed, the bed shifting with him. Ron caught his lip between his teeth, wondering how many fingers he had in him. He imagined himself leaning over Malfoy on the bed, licking a hot stripe along his neck as his hand worked him open, his thighs falling open as he settled between them.
"Fuck, I needed this," Malfoy breathed. Ron moaned, pulling his foreskin back and rubbing over the weeping head of his cock.
Malfoy muttered a Cleansing charm, and then a drawer was pulled roughly open nearby. Ron heard Malfoy pick up the phone, moving and setting it down again as he bounced on the bed, adjusting himself.
"Are you ―?" Ron wanted to ask, but he couldn't finish the thought, left hand gripping the phone hard as he tried to steady himself.
"Yes, gods."
Ron paused, listening as Malfoy shifted and panted on the other end. He didn't have to ask when it was fully in. He knew the moment Malfoy's breath faltered, the gasp he gave sending shivers down Ron's spine.
Malfoy huffed, the sound so loud to Ron's ears as the whole world funneled down to a point, to this moment as he listened to Malfoy move the toy inside of himself. He moaned, and Ron thought he could hear the squelch of lube on the other end of the line as it entered him.
"Talk to me, Weasley."
Malfoy sounded wrecked. It was enough to make Ron's toes curl just to hear it. It was almost too much to handle ― the idea of Draco Malfoy being thoroughly fucked out by a dildo modelled after Ron's own cock. Ron's head thunked back against the wall. His hand trembled a little as he began stroking himself again.
"Get on your knees for me," he said softly.
Malfoy swore. Ron heard him flip over, his panting breaths suddenly closer to the receiver. In his mind, he could see Malfoy bent over the bed, arse in the air and cheek pressed against the mattress, lips rosy and parted. He imagined himself knelt behind Malfoy, hands gripping his slender hips.
"There's, uh." Ron swallowed. "There's a self-shagging feature. If you want. The spell's ―"
"Oh, we're well acquainted."
"Fuck," Ron moaned. No way he was going to last like this. He rocked his hips, thrusting into the tight circle of his fist. Malfoy sounded like he was trying to collect himself, even as his voice broke on the last word. Ron couldn't begin to explain why that aroused him so much, but he didn't care, already speeding up his hand as it flew over his cock.
Malfoy cast the spell, and Ron felt his cry as the toy began to move on its own. The bed gave a jolt under Malfoy's weight. He gasped again, and Ron heard his fingers scrambling across the sheets.
Ron could almost see it. He imagined Malfoy's bowed back, his knees slipping and spreading apart, his toes curling. The bed creaked with each movement. A dildo of Ron's own making, Malfoy arching back onto it as it fucked him down onto the mattress. Merlin, he should've known Malfoy would take it so well, his eyes rolling back as he listened to the sounds Malfoy made as it thrust into him.
Ron closed his eyes and felt like he was sitting in the room, watching the whole show, watching a copy of his cock pound into Malfoy again and again. The pub outside the bathroom door fell away from him, and all he could focus on was Malfoy's voice and his hand on his own cock.
"Tell me how it feels," Ron choked out, wanting to hear it, see it, touch it, to watch Malfoy unravel under Ron's hands and cock, to capture each cry with his tongue.
Malfoy groaned. "So ― good ―"
"Tell me," Ron rasped again, thrusting his hips forward into his hand. "Tell me ― ah ― how good it is."
"It's so ―" Malfoy cried out, his hands skittering over the sheets. "So good ― so big ― I ―"
"Fucking hell, Malfoy."
At that point, Ron didn't know if he wanted to be watching the toy fuck Malfoy or if he wanted to take over for it. Was he really getting jealous of a dildo? He wished he was there. He wanted to tell Malfoy as much, but he couldn't manage it, instead moaning loudly as he felt his balls begin to draw up against him.
"Fuck, Weasley, you're gonna make me come," Malfoy whined, his posh accent slipping. 
Holy shit, and that was what did it. Ron made a gut-punched sound, his wrist flicking over the head of his cock. He was coming almost before he'd even realized. He barely had the presence of mind to do anything about it before the first spurt had dribbled onto the floor. He pushed off the wall and lent forward, pumping the remainder into the sink. He heard Malfoy swear, and Ron slumped back against the wall again, listening as he came apart with a shuddering cry.
The line went quiet once more. Ron rested his head on the tiles behind him, closing his eyes, holding his softening cock. For a long time, all he could hear was Malfoy breathing on the other end, his own heartbeat equally loud in his ears.
"I liked that. A lot."
Eloquent as always. Ron half expected for Malfoy to say just that, but instead he heard a very soft chuckle ― and then, quietly, "So did I."
Now that his heart rate was gradually slowing, the noise of the club outside wormed its way back in, reminding Ron of where he was, and what he'd just done. He shuffled his feet uncomfortably, glancing at the door when he heard a chatty couple pass by. How long had he been in there? Were the others looking for him?
Another person suddenly banged on the door, and Ron started, pushing off from the wall and quickly withdrawing his wand, disabling his Silencio and spelling himself clean.
"Right." He wanted to say more. Merlin, he did. But instead all he said just then was, "Well, I should probably, er, get back to it. You know?"
"Of course." There was rustling on the line, and then Ron was off speakerphone, Malfoy's voice close and intimate again in a way that made him shiver. "Have a good night, Weasley."
"You too, Malfoy."
Ron exited the bathroom, ignoring the irritated look the other patron gave him as he slipped past.
The entire way back to their table, he felt like he was floating on a cloud. Harry gave him an odd look when he slid into his seat, pulling the fresh pint they'd bought him an indeterminable amount of time ago towards him. Ron couldn't even begin to catch up with what they were all talking about, his mind drifting to thoughts of Malfoy, his mobile a leaden weight in his pocket as the night wound on.
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mightbewriting · 4 years ago
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So I came to W&H and B&E in an odd way. I'm a long time Dramione fic reader who like many of us doubled down on in 2020 to find comfort in a bananas year. I kept seeing W&H on everyone's rec list, but for whatever reason kept putting it off. Then I heard about the prequel and decided to wait for that to be finished, read it, then do W&H. But once it was finished, I saw you recommended W&H first so I was like okay I'll do that. I struggle with impulse control but am trying to do better so when I saw the audiobook for W&H I was like perfect, I'll listen rather than read that way I won't gobble it up in a day. Ha well that did not work, I listened to the first 3 chapters (at that time those were the only chapters they had recorded) then instantly ran not walked to A03, reread said chapters, then continued on. At Chapter 4 of W&H, I thought hmm maybe I'll read them simultaneously. I continued that way maybe through Chapter 13 of B&E and Chapter 7ish then fully committed to W&H first. I cannot imagine reading these fics in real time because reading them in full, back to back was the most intense glutenous binge and it's taken over my life in the best way. I have been living in your fictional universe for the past two weeks. I started a list of all the parallels and callbacks and eventually had to call it because they are innumerable. I'm awed. In literal awe. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Your writing - the individual words of your vast vocabulary, the way you string said words together into hilarious, heart breaking, heart stopping, beautiful, and visceral feelings is astounding. It's hard to explain but even good writers (and/or an intriguing plot) sometimes do not create an overall immersive feeling. But the feelings your words evoke are all encompassing and truly universe building. Like it's not just the wording or the plot or the charters but all of it together come to make something even greater than the sum of their parts. Your writing, your universe of W&H, S&S, and B&E live in my mind and heart and in an embarrassing amount of screenshots of passages on my phone and in voice memos to myself as I don't have anyone irl to fan girl with. When I think of your words and the world you built, I'm reminded of a Taylor Swift lyric: "it cut deep to know you, right to the bone". That is how I'd describe your writing's effect on me, but in the best way.
Your brain's capacity to plot, plan, and flawlessly deliver W&H THEN B&E? Idk how you kept all the threads and plot points and moments and timelines in check. My head aches just thinking about how you wrote these stand-alone but also inextricable works of art. Like how does one's brain function in such a level? And it's especially telling in B&E because we knew where we were going but I still gasped, screamed, squealed, giggled, had to put my phone down, clutched it to my heart, fist pumped, stopped half way through just for a minute to breath and take it all in, and overall looked and acted as an utter idiot during each and every chapter because while I knew where we were going I also had no idea! I'm just floored you managed to keep us at the edge of our seats with a prequel? Who does that? You do!
The texts in the final chapter of W&H devastated me, literal chills. I think about that daily. It's exactly what H and we needed. Just like a reminder of what they went through. It reminded me of Chapter 41 of B&E. Like a summary of where they had been and where they are now.
The other thing that rattled in my brain is the motifs of choice and time, life kind of boils down to those two things huh? But choice especially. It's funny because choice is so prominent but at the same time how W&H and B&E give off soulmate vibes even though this is not a soulmate fic (also are the rumors true...?!) because despite time turners, breakups, and lost memories, they always come back together. But more on choice: it's just as Draco says - in a million scenarios he'll always choose her and he feels lucky she chose him just once. But of course with W&H, she does it twice. And she does it in both timelines of B&E, and of course that's the problem when Draco realizes he has not done the same hence heartbreak 1.0. And just god - he wants her to have a choice with the potion, a choice with her memories, and stops the timey wimey madness by realizing he's taking her choice (and in a way H started it by taking away his choice and leaving the first time). And then those parts about how he chose her, she chose him, but they could not chose each other. This motif, these callbacks. I'm flabbergasted. It's just hitting me now that you extend the choice to us as readers - we get to choose whether H get her memories back or not.
Theo in all your Wait and Hope universe, but especially S&S broke me. Blaise asking who is taking care of Theo when he's taking care of everyone else? Theo's literal and figurative demons? Yikes. Those were unpleasant looks in the mirror for me. I'm glad Theo has his Blaise. Where's mine haha? Also just shout to your underrated Blaise. The fact that he might be my favorite of the Slytherians in your stories says a lot since he doesn't say a lot haha. But he packs such a punch in all your works.
Okay, after singing your well deserved praises and fan girling and marveling at your works (god this is so long, I'm so sorry!), at long last my ask. I still cannot get this out of my head: what did Theo mean in Chapter 1 of B&E when he suggests to Draco “I know that. Maybe you could—tell her some of—” some of what? I zeroed in on this as soon as I read it and it's been rattling in my brain ever since.
um. hi? holy shit. i dont know how to process this. i am resisting the impulse to cringe away from the level of praise happening here because i really need to learn how to take a compliment but oh my god? i am not...this is just...wowzers. you are very literally too kind to me. i have melted into a puddle of feelings in my reading chair here. 
so, first things first: thank you. these are some of the nicest things i’ve ever heard about my writing and i can guarantee i will come back to this ask when I'm feeling like i suck and need a motivation boost. i can’t deny...it feels really nice to know that at least one person out there caught and appreciated some of the insane attention to detail i forced upon myself lol. so thank you. truly, thank you so much for saying such amazingly kind things that have short circuited my brain!
and im sure my friends at @etl-echo-audiobooks will be over the moon to know that their recording work was such a hit! your trajectory reading these stories is so fun and hilarious and probably the most unique reading experience i’ve heard so far xD
also, please be advised that your analysis on choice in these stories is probably going to live in my head rent free for the rest of my life. i feel seen, you know? you just...picked up what i was putting down and it feels really nice to know that it worked for you! 
and ok. your question. that little dash of ambiguity i was planning on leaving open ended. but let it be known i can be plied with compliments. i can’t just *not* give you something in return for such a lovely and kind and thoughtful dose of joy you had absolutely no obligation to give me today. 
so, in my mind, after draco’s house arrest ended and before he went abroad for his mastery, he and theo had an extensive (most likely drunken. also blaise was probably there too) night of reflection where they kind of just looked back at their childhoods and the war and the history of blood purity and just sort of went: “what the fuck?” i imagine draco probably confided in theo that when he went abroad, he planned to just try and pretend like none of it mattered, to see if that was really true. and draco probably kept him updated via owl (even though draco did not write enough and theo had feelings about that) so that by the time draco returned and we have theo asking that sort of trailing question, the implication at the end is “what if you told granger some of your realizations about it all?” so...not all that exciting? but there you have it!
in conclusion: thank you! you are too kind! i appreciate your thoughtful commentary SO much! i’m so happy you enjoyed these stories. and i hope the explanation of what theo was going to say wasn’t too underwhelming.
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rainydayhogwartsimagines · 4 years ago
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Float (fred x reader)
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note: Totally did not intend for this to be that long.
summary: You are a professional Quidditch player. You and your best friend transfer to Hogwarts and meet Fred and George Weasley.
"Hogwarts?! Mom, you can't be serious!" You said. "I'm sorry dear but the next expedition is in England." Your father sighed. "Come on! I'm a professional player I can't just leave!" You said. "Dumbledore said he'd allow you to professionally play for your house." Your mother said. You huffed leaning back into your seat. "Plus, with your insanity I think they'll find you refreshing. It's not like you'll be the only one there, Lizzie is going with you." Your father reminded. It did help that your best friend was going with you to England after throwing a "bitch fit" for being possibly separated from you. "'my insanity' has a name. The Quidditch Free Fall." You reminded. "Yes we're aware of the name dear, it doesn't stop it from being terrifying!" Your mother said. "I didn't time it right once!" You sighed. "And you broke your wrist!" Your father said. The Quidditch Free Fall was made when you went a ridiculous height to spot a snitch and actually jumped off your broom, hitting the ground with it in your mouth. The actual move though, became a move you'd use regularly where you'd resummon the broom so you wouldn't it the ground but land back on your broom.
You sat in the car with Lizzy, looking at the English Architecture around you. "....Excited?" Lizzie asked. ".... As long as I can play quidditch I think I'll be fine." You admitted. "You only think about Quidditch Y/n... What about boysss?" She asked. You rolled your eyes. "Whatever. They're so... Annoying to me." You laughed. "Because at ilvermorny pranksters were... Bleh?" She asked. "Okay, firepoppers on a toilet seat is funny, how did no one find that funny!?" You asked. "Again. Ilvermorny. No sense of humor." She reminded. "You better not get into more trouble Y/n." Your mother sighed as they pulled into King's Cross. "alright! Alright...." You lied. Lizzie saw that glint of "oh I know I'm going to fuck shit up" in your eyes making her roll her eyes and look away. You got your things, running through the wall after hugging your parents goodbye. You and Lizzie exchanged a "holy shit that's cool" look after seeing the Hogwarts Express. You got on the train, sitting in an empty cart as Lizzie read. The door slid open and you looked over. "My bad! Thought my brother was in here, turns out it's just two beautiful girls." The boy flirted. You snorted. "Tell me that line hasn't worked." You said. ".... You're American?" He asked. "Oh really? What gave it away?" Lizzie asked sarcastically making you snort. "FRED. RUN." A identical boy said. "What did you do?" Fred asked. "PUT TREVOR IN DRACO'S BAG." he said. "WEASLEY!" you heard a shout from the other side of the train and you smirked. So they're pranksters... Oh you were so going to love these guys. "Hide in here." You suggested. George didn't hesitate, sitting down immediately and picking up a vacant newspaper to cover his face. Fred sat next to you. "I'm Y/n." You introduced. "Fred. And that's George." Fred motioned to his brother. You handed him a newspaper and he took it, following his brother's idea. A blonde boy soon opened the door. "HAVE YOU SEEN TWO RED HAIRED DEMONS!?" Draco asked. "No?" You responded confused. "They can't hide forever!" He growled before walking away. The second the door slid back, the cart erupted into laughter. "I feel like I recognize you." George finally said after you all recovered from laughing. "I'm a professional quidditch player." You admitted. "Oh shit, you're the Free Faller!" George said. "Yep!" You nodded. "Wicked." Fred nodded. "what about you?" George asked. "I'm just the best friend that tries to keep her out of trouble. She's like you two. A troublemaker." Lizzie said. Fred's interest was peaked. "A trouble maker you say?" He asked. "Yep." You chuckled. "You like pranks?" George asked. "Love them." You answered. "You should stick with us then. You'll live on the edge of your seat!" Fred said. "Count me in. Actually I have a bit of an... Entrance planned." You said with a smirk. "Entrance?" George asked with a smile. "Y/n no." Lizzie said. "I want to and you can't stop me." You said sticking your tongue out. "What's the plan?" Fred asked. "I'm riding in on my broom." You said. "Oh that's cool! After all you're a--" "Quidditch player!" Fred, you and George said in unison with nods. "See they think it's cool!" You said lightly kicking Lizzie. "When you get in trouble I'm not bailing you out." She said. "Nah, Dumbledore would expect nothing less." George said. "Does she have a record?" Fred asked. "Not that big--" "Yes. It's like a fucking novel." Lizzie answered. "Then he's definitely not going to be surprised." George said.
When you two were later called to be introduced to Ravenclaw, Lizzie simply walked to the front. You sprinted forward, summoning your broom to your side and riding it to the front quickly and with style. "Damn it Y/n." Lizzie sighed as you hopped off with a chuckle. She picked an owl feather out of your hair and Dumbledore chuckled. "It is my pleasure to introduce Elizabeth Miles and Y/n L/n." He said. Everyone started talking. "The Y/n L/n!?" Ron asked. "Yep." You nodded. "Your houses were sorted when you visited last week, correct?" Dumbledore asked. You nodded, pointing to the table adorned with blue. "Ravenclaw." You said. "In advance I apologize for my best friend." Lizzie said to Dumbledore. "Any chance I can sit with Gryffindor because I met two kids there and I think they're cool?" You asked. "We don't mind interactions of separate houses. Go ahead." Dumbledore said. You walked over to Fred who had a smirk on his face. "Nice entrance." Fred said. "why thank you my dear." You said tipping a pretend hat to him. "So you're the professional player?" A boy asked. "Yep. Proud to be one." You said with a laugh. "This is my brother Ron, over there is my sister Ginny and these are my family friends Harry and Hermione." Fred said. "Yo." You waved. "Are you excited to be here?" Ginny asked. "Eh. I'm already enjoying the fact that there's two pranksters here. Ilvermorny had like zero sense of humor." You said. "I'm still trying to figure out a good prank." George said. "I'm thinking we screw up the sinks." You suggested. "Why's that?" Fred asked. "Weak pipes...a explosion and poof.... Water everywhere." You said with a smirk. "Fred... I love this girl." George said. "Meet us tomorrow at three... This is going to be bloody brilliant." Fred said with a chuckle. Sure enough. Around four, Snape tried to use the sink and bam... Water explosion while you were all waiting for him in potions. "What's taking him so long?" Lizzie asked. Fred exchanged a knowing glance with you before the door opened and he walked in soaked. You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. "...Due to... Complications... Class is cancelled." Snape said, dismissing everyone. You walked out, Fred, George and you all dying of laughter. "Poor Snape. Bastard looked ready to murder someone." Fred said with a laugh. You smiled... This guy had a nice laugh. "We couldn't have done it without the brains of Y/n!" George said putting a hand on your shoulder. You took a bow making them chuckle.
From that point on the duo became a trio. "The mischievous three" Mcgonagall called you. But with every prank, you seemed to get closer and closer to Fred. George noticed you two, exchanging laughs and smiles. He knew immediately that you two were bound to be something. Finally though, quidditch season started. You seemed to be bouncing that day, sharing the field with Gryffindor. "So. Miss professional." Wood said after laughing at a joke George made. "Would you mind showing us that move?" He asked. You shook your head. "My secret weapon? Now that's just wrong." You laughed. Fred smiled at your laughter making George smirk. "You're really good at flying." Harry said. "Thanks, took years to master. I used to be really crappy at it actually." You said. "Really?" George asked. "Oh yeah. I ran into everything, hurt myself really bad at one point. But I kept trying and eventually I wasn't so bad anymore." You shrugged. "How'd you become a professional?" Wood asked. "Went up against Durmstrang a few years ago and made a sonic boom." You said. "A what?" Harry asked. "It's when you basically move faster than the speed of sound and you send a shock through the air. Sounds like thunder." You explained. "And you did that?" Wood asked. "Yeah. The the professional spectators were really interested after that, next thing I knew I was basically signed on to do quidditch after school was finished and I would sometimes go to bigger games." You explained. "Wow." Fred said. "Yeah. Ilvermorny though... They're so.... Academic. Compared to here they're so... Boring." You shrugged. The next game, Harry got a taste of why you were a professional. You were quick for a seeker, but it's how high you'd go for that snitch that surprised everyone. The snitch was spotted 30 minutes into the game, you and Harry both going after it. It shot up though and you didn't stop until your broom couldn't take the height and just stopped flying. You almost seemed to run up the hilt before gripping the snitch and pushing off, away from the broom and rapidly falling towards the broom. People stood up, watching you fall and maintain the same position before screaming "UP!" and your broom shot out, you gripping it before almost hitting the ground, making the crowd erupt into cheers as you held the snitch. You didn't celebrate with Ravenclaw though, instead you hung out with Fred. "Congratulations Y/n. You weren't joking about that move." Fred said. "Yeah." You chuckled. "How'd you come up with that anyway?" Fred asked. "Well... I was in a particularly challenging match against the Thunderbirds. I was a seeker and so was this guy Jamie. So I was waiting to see the golden snitch when some girl hexed my broom. In the middle of the chaos I noticed the snitch and I had to think quick so..." "You let go." Fred nodded. "Exactly. After I did I didn't exactly do what I did earlier and resummoned my broom I actually ended up breaking my arm after hitting the ground." You said earning a wince from Fred. "What inspired you to make it a move though?" Fred asked. "something about the chaos of it seemed really appealing. making people think that I was falling rather than actually chasing after the snitch seemed like a good plan so.... I started to get really well acquainted with the broom that I was using at the time and before I knew it I was able to basically resummon it whenever I wanted to." You explained. "Smart. I'm beginning to understand why you're in Ravenclaw." He said earning a laugh from you. "I hope you're not upset over me winning..." You said. "Psh. That was epic, how could I possibly be mad at that. I just hope I live to see you do another sonic boom." He chuckled. "The last time I did it it was an accident and I don't know how to trigger another one." You admitted. "with how brilliant your brain is I guarantee you you could figure it out" Fred said making you blush. George sat down in front of you making you look at him. "So, what'd I miss?" He asked. "Congratulating Y/n on her win." Fred said. "Mmm. I've been thinking about our school trip." George said. "Trip?" You asked. "Yeah, we're going to Hogsmeade." Fred nodded. "What the hell is Hogsmeade?" You asked. "Small village. Really fun." George said.
Sure enough during the winter, it actually was. You spent it with the twins, laughing at stupid jokes and drinking butterbeer. You shivered at the snow and Fred wrapped his scarf around you, smiling as you blushed. You kept close to him the whole time, even having a snowball fight at one point. You had the best year of your life, pranks, friends, finally something new.
But your parents were ready to move. Again. "no." You said. "Y/n--" "me and Lizzie were given the opportunity to stay with someone else's family, please I don't want to leave again!" You snapped. Your mother sighed. "....Fine. who's the parents." She asked. So she sat down and asked Arthur and Molly if they'd take you two. Which they said yes. Because it's Molly. When would she ever say no? However now Fred was panicked. "WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO GEORGE?! MY CRUSH IS LIVING WITH ME!?" He asked frantically. "First off, calm down. Second off, maybe this is good. You're not exactly bad with girls Fred." George said. "I flirt, sure. But this is... This is different." Fred admitted. "How so?" Ginny asked, sitting on Fred's bed eating a cookie. "...I think I love her." He said making George gape and Ginny nearly drop her cookie. "You love her?" Ginny asked. "Maybe? And she's coming here tomorrow." Fred whined. "Well it's not like she's staying in here, she's bunking with me, along with Lizzie. She did say something weird in her letter though." Ginny said. "Wait, she wrote to you?" George asked. "Lizzie did. But she said Y/n had a surprise for all of us." Ginny said. "A love confession?" George asked, making Fred smack him. "She said all of us. Mum and Dad included." Ginny said. Sure enough, the next day you showed up with something in your hand. "What's that?" Fred asked after helping you with your bags. "Tickets." You said. "For what?" George asked. "The world Quidditch cup. I'm playing for Ireland." You said with a smirk. "....Wait so we're--" "Going to the big leagues!" Lizzie said enthusiastically. "HOLY CRAP!" Ron gaped. "annnnddd I even got extra tickets for Hermione and Harry." You said making Ron hug you. You giggled and Fred smiled.
So there you were, standing in a stadium practically shaking. You were in the big leagues now. You swallowed the forming lump in your throat before seeing Fred. You gave a him a smile and felt a surge of confidence before flying up. You versus Viktor Krum. You sat on your broom waiting patiently, occasionally moving out of the way for other players before you noticed something behind Viktor's head. You gripped your broom handle and shot down, following the snitch. He was on your tail, making you anxious as hell as the snitch flew up. You shot upwards, the snitch flying very high into the air. Fred watched you, knowing damn well you were going to do the "Free Fall". You went so high the broom literally seemed to just stop working as you ran up it's side and gripped the snitch before falling. Your broom was next to you, air seeming to bend around your body. That's when Fred realized what was about to happen. "COVER YOUR EARS!" He warned. Everyone near that heard him did, slightly confused before a loud noise sounded off, similar to a clap of thunder before you smirked, gripping your broom and finally returning to the normal position. You held up the snitch and the crowd roared. Course you couldn't hear anything because the noise made your ears ring, but when you finally returned to the tent you were smiling with a medal around your neck. "there's our champion!" Arthur said. Fred scooped you up into a hug and you smiled, squealing with a giggle. "I am on cloud nine right now! I can't believe I did it!" You said. "You made a sonic boom Y/n, that was the most extraordinary thing I've seen!" Hermione said. "Yeah, my ears were ringing for a while there." You admitted. "Everyone at Hogwarts is not going to shut up about this for a while." Lizzie chuckled. "Course not, not only is she the youngest player out there but she's also the reason they won." Ron said. "Makes me wish you were with Gryffindor... We're really screwed when we have to go up against you." Harry said. "Nah, you keep me on my toes Potter." You said with a chuckle. "Dad will probably want your autograph. Mind if you sign this?" Harry asked, holding a notepad. "What's your dad's name again?" You asked. "James." Harry nodded. "To James. Thanks for giving me a cool brother." You wrote making Harry smile as you ruffled his hair. "Excuse me." A voice said making you all turn. "Viktor... Krum." Ron gaped. "Hello. Uh.... English is not my first language forgive me." He apologized. "Hello." You nodded. "I just want to say, I look forward to going to school with you this year." He said. "What?" Everyone asked. "The Triwizard tournament is at Hogwarts this year, yes I heard." Arthur said. "Yes... Hopefully we will work with you miss Y/n." He said. "Good game Krum. You did amazing out there." You said shaking his hand. He seemed fixated on Hermione though, making you smile. "Hermione! This is Viktor Krum. Talk." You said, pushing her forward. "Uhm... Hello?" She said confused. Fred chuckled as you sat down. "I still cannot believe I won." You said. "I can. I knew you could do Y/n." Fred said sitting next to you at the table. "I was so nervous the whole time... I'm just glad you guys came. It would've sucked if you didn't." You said. "why didn't your parents come?" Arthur asked. "They're archeologists sir, they do scientific work across the world... They're in Egypt this year it's why they couldn't be here." You admitted. Fred smiled and put his hand over yours. "We're proud of you Y/n." He said sincerely making you blush. Arthur smiled and got up, leaving you two alone. "So what do you want to do?" Fred asked. "hmm... I saw Draco here... Think we can fuck with him?" You asked. "Oh absolutely. George!" Fred said with a laugh. George walked over, noticing Fred's hand still on yours. "Yeah?" George asked. "Wanna screw with Malfoy's head for a bit?" Fred asked. "Is this even a logical question?" George asked. You three managed to rig a drink that exploded in Draco's face, making him pissed. The worst part was that he couldn't actually figure out if you were behind it.
The school year finally started, all of you already aware of the competition. A few students congratulated you on the win before sitting in the great hall. The Beauxbatons sat with Ravenclaw but you sat between Hermione and Fred, moving at one point so Viktor could sit with Hermione. "So think you'll compete?" Fred asked you, nodding to the goblet of fire. "Hell no. I get embarrassed still over recognition of quidditch. This competition would literally make me want to die." You said. "We'll definitely try to compete." George said. "A competition that definitely violates some sort of safety code? Why am I not surprised?" Lizzie said. "Oh come on Y/n. You'd have this thing in the bag." Fred said. "you have more confidence than I do." You chuckled. "Because I know you can do it." He said, very close to your ear. You blushed, his voice sending shocks down your spine. "... I'll sign up..." You said. You were the first to put your name in the goblet, Viktor following soon after. A few other students put their names in the cup but you thought nothing of it. Until that stupid name pull. "Viktor Krum for Durmstrang." Dumbledore called, earning an applause. "Fleur Delacour for Beauxbatons." He said. "And Y/n L/n for Hogwarts." "WHAT!?"
So now you were really fucked. How the fuck were you supposed to participate in this competition!? "This is bad." You said pacing in the Gryffindor common room. "Y/n, it's not that bad, I mean you're talented! You'll be fine!" Lizzie reasoned. "No, Lizzie I will not be fine! I know you read books! I know you know how dangerous this competition is!" You said. "So why'd you sign up!?" Ron asked. Fred said nothing, reading a book and turning it's page with a small smile on his lips. "I just... I figured with the amount of students already here I'd have no shot at winning." You said. "but here we are." George said. "What even is that first challenge anyway?" Hermione asked.
The answer was dragons. Dragons were the fucking challenge. You all had to draw small baby dragons from a bag and find out which one you'd be in a ring with. Yours was a Hungarian Horntail. Of course you ended up with the most dangerous dragon. God damn it. Fred sat next to George in the stands, raising a brow. ".... What's that?" He asked noticing his brother Charlie wheeling a large box out. Oh no. Not a good sign. Definitely not a good sign. He got up, going to the tents where he knew you'd be to find you pacing. "Y/n." He called making you turn. "Fred. Thank God." You said hugging him. "I saw my brother Charlie and knew something was up. What's going on?" He asked. "I have to retrieve something from a dragon Fred. A dragon!" You said. "Well as long as it isn't a Hungarian--" "It's a Hungarian Horntail." You said. "....Fuck that isn't good." He sighed. "Any chance they'll let you back out?" He asked. "No.... I've tried." You breathed. "I can't do this Fred." You said, panic in your eyes. "You can... And you will." He said holding your hands. "And if I fail?" You asked. "Then I'm right here. Any time you need me." He said softly before the sound of a camera went off. Rita. God damn it. "We're dealing with something woman, move." Fred snapped. "Rude... But this is a definite scoop." She giggled before running off. "Oh God I'm not living that down." You whined. "Love, you've got this." He said. "Wait did you--" "Y/n. It's your turn." Viktor coughed out. Oh that's a reassuring thing to see. A fellow competitor looking like he walked through fire with a fucking egg. You sucked in a breath. "I'm right here." Fred said softly. "Well I mean I'll be in the stands but you get my point." He corrected. You nodded as he left and you got ready to walk into the ring. Fred sat back down and you swallowed hard, staring at the dragon. You could do this right!?
Well after being winded from being slammed into a rock you most definitely thought you couldn't. You coughed and looked at Fred. He was giving you a reassuring (yet slightly panicked) look. "That all you've got scaly!?" You coughed out. It geared up to breathe fire and you ducked behind a rock. You had to think and you had to think fast. What could get you out of this!?
That's when it hit you. Your broom. "ACCIO FIREBOLT!" you screamed before your broom shot out and floated towards you. You could feel the heat of the flame behind the rock before you jumped on your broom, earning a large cheer from the crowd. You were safe! Thank God! Now Fred could BREATHE. That's when the dragon's chain decided to snap. "Oh fuck." You whined before shooting off  past the stands. "OH FUCK!" you screamed as the dragon also hightailed after you. You flew to the school, trying to avoid being killed before you were slammed into a tower. "Oh shit, that's going to cost them a few pennies." You said before you lost your grip. "SHIT!" you gasped before bringing your broom closer. You flew out of the way, going through many different areas before finally throwing the dragon off. Fred was freaking out, you not in sight. "Oh God George, I convinced her to do this, what if she's hurt!? What if she's--" "SHE'S THERE!" Hermione pointed as you  flew into the arena grabbing the egg.
You went back to the tents, covered in dirt and bits of roof shingle on your coat. "Christ." You muttered dusting yourself off before Fred ran in. "You did it!" He said. "Yeah! Ow." You winced holding your wrist. "What happened!?" Fred asked, clearly concerned. "Nothing! I just... I hit my wrist on one of the towers before I could actually get away from the dragon." You admitted. Madame Pomfrey looked at it. "Oh this is a simple fix. It's just bruised, take one of these." She said handing you a gummy. You nodded and within seconds the pain was gone. "See I'm fine-" Fred put his hands on the sides of your face, looking into your eyes. "Try not to get yourself killed in this... Please." He said. "...I... I will try." You nodded. He was so tempted to kiss you. But he refrained seeing as Rita Skeeter could be around the corner. He let go of your face and you swallowed hard.
The celebration of you winning was loud, earning you leaving and sitting in the halls while everyone else was losing their mind. You looked at the egg and rose a brow opening it to hear shrieking. "What the fuck!?" You gasped. This had to have some sort of purpose. Especially that shrieking. That egg opened for some reason. So why? "...I need to get this muffled..." You said getting up. So you went to the bathrooms, filling up the bath with water before going in. You put the egg underwater, before poking your head under too.
After listening to it song you concluded that the next challenge with most likely be at the lake. You sighed, standing out in the cold air. "Where's Fred?" You asked George. "I don't know. One of the faculty members said that he was needed for something and he just disappeared and never came back." Lizzie said. You looked in the water. "have I mentioned how much I hate this competition?" You asked. "only every other day." George nodded. "You've got this Y/n!" Ron encouraged. "Yeah, you're going to do fine!" Harry said. Neville managed to hand you something, something that would allow you to swim underwater without needing to come up for air. You jumped in as the sound went off, swimming in the lake. It was dark, cold and murky. Who in the fuck thought that this competition would be a fun idea for children!? You swam in the water for a while, following the other competitors and finding out exactly what you were there for. Fred. Fred was there. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." You thought. You managed to get him free, being the first to come up with someone. Fred coughed and you sighed climbing out of the water. Viktor soon emerged with Hermione. But Fleur came back empty-handed. And you recalled seeing a child down there. "I couldn't get Gabrielle!" She whimpered. You looked at her and then the lake. "stupid morals" it was all anybody heard you say before you jumped right back in. Everyone ran to the edge to see you. Right now it was a waiting game.
One that didn't take very long considering you came back up within fifteen minutes with Gabrielle. Fleur hugged you as you coughed up water and shivered. Fred shared his towel with you, wrapping it around your arms and looking at you. "That was so stupid." He laughed. "I know." You shivered. "But it was brave. And for that, I've got to say you're killing this competition." Fred said making you laugh. You looked in his eyes, the water dripping from his hair. "Congratulations! You survived!" Lizzie said. "Yeah and I'm fucking cold, can I please get some coffee?" You asked making Fred laugh. "Agreed" he nodded.
As school continued it was becoming clear there was some stupid dance coming up. It was basically thrown in your face when McGonagall forced dance classes on you. Fred being your partner made it more bearable though. He was a surprisingly good dancer, him being the one to teach you. "So the Yule is coming up." He said swaying with you. He twirled you and you chuckled before he pulled you very close to him, facing you against him. "Would you like to go with me?" He asked in your ear making your face very red from the blushing. "....Uhm... Y-Yeah s-sure." You stuttered out. For God's sakes-- woman you fought a dragon, but you can't handle your crush being close to you!? "Great." He said, now directly into your ear. Your legs felt so weak right now but he twirled you again so you'd be facing him. "Uhm... F-Fred what are... What are we going as?" You asked. Fred smiled, his hands in yours as you swayed. "Well, we could always prove Rita's theory of us dating to be true. But only if you want to." He said. You swallowed and nodded. "You want to?" He asked. "words aren't forming. Legs weak. Going down." You said. "What--" you fell, making both of you fall and Fred laughed. "Well if I knew asking you out had that effect I wouldn't have done this in a dance class." He said getting up. You took his hand and he pulled you up, kissing you as you came back up. Your eyes were wide but you eventually sunk into it before McGonagall cleared her throat. "...Thank you for the theatrics. We have a class to teach." She said. "Sorry professor." Fred said as you sputtered like a dying engine. Fred snorted and you punched his arm.
From that point on, Fred was always giving you some sort of affection, your favorite being when he'd slink his arms around your waist as you spoke, saying "hello darling." In your ear. When the Yule finally approached you were a nervous wreck. "Y/n you can't even fuck this up. First off: you're gorgeous. Second off : you're going with your boyfriend." Lizzie said, zipping up your dress. "You never told me who you were going with." You said. "George." She said making you turn around. "Sorry. Did you just say George? As in my boyfriend's brother?" You asked. "Yep. See believe it or not, I actually spent time with your friends. George is nice to me. And cute." She said. "...This is so weird. Right?" You asked. "....Okay yes but I'm serious, George is great." Lizzie agreed.
You both walked down, the brothers waiting. "So wait you're going with my girlfriend's best friend?" Fred asked. "Yeah. She's beautiful and smart, what do you want from me?" George said. "Well a warning would've been.... Nice..." Fred said before seeing you. "Holy--" "Shit." Fred and George gaped. "Wow." Fred said looking at you. "Thank you." You chuckled. He kissed your cheek and just kept staring. "What?" You asked. "Love, you're beautiful." He said. "Thank you-- Oh that's so weird." You said looking at George who was kissing Lizzie. ".... Don't I have to present you?" Fred asked. You whined. "Why? Why me? Why did I even sign up for that stupid competition?" You sighed. "Because my persuasion skills are amazing." Fred said making you roll your eyes as you stood with the other champions and their dates. "Holy shit Hermione, you're gorgeous!" You gaped. "thank you-- wow you're beautiful too!" She said before the doors opened. "Crap." You breathed. "Any last requests?" Fred asked. "Don't let me fall." You whispered to him before walking out with the group.
You did that ridiculous dance, actually not screwing up for once. When it ended you were relieved. "Thank God. I hate ballroom dancing." You said making Fred laugh. "You did great dear." He said with a smile. You kissed him, resting your forehead on his. "I'm so lucky to have you in my life." You said softly. "I love you Y/n." Fred said. You smiled. "I love you too." You said softly. A slow song of course came on, Fred pulling you to the dance floor as he held you close, whispering sweet little compliments to you.
When the night ended you and Lizzie both had big smiles on your face, giggling and talking about the night. That night was probably the least stressful compared to the others. As the weeks went by though, the final trial was there, right in your face. You couldn't sleep that night, sitting in the astronomy tower before you heard someone walking up. You turned to see Fred. "hey beautiful." He said, sitting next to you. "Hi." You said, looking out at Hogwarts. "Nervous?" He asked. "Yes... In all of these challenges I have narrowly escaped death..." You muttered. "Nothing will happen. I won't let anything happen." Fred said. "What if you can't stop anything from happening--" "Y/n... I promise if it seems like things will go wrong I will cross through hell to make sure you're safe." He swore. "Plus. I have a good luck charm." He added before handing you a small bag. You opened it to find a leather bracelet. "Is this... The Marauders map motto?" You asked looking at him. ".... Maybe." He said with a smirk. You put it on and kissed him. "Thank you." You said. "You should try to sleep Love. Tommorow will be hard." He said. "...Stay with me?" You asked. He nodded as you both snuck into the Ravenclaw common room. The next morning you were found wrapped in Fred's arms sleeping like a baby. "Hey idiots. Wake up." Lizzie yawned, smacking Fred with a pillow. You groaned, waking up. "Fucking hell." You whined.
You stood with the rest of the competitors. You looked at Fred and kissed your bracelet. You could do this. Right? Yeah. You got this. After all, it's not like there's a dragon! Well there are vines that TRY TO CONSUME YOU IN THE FUCKING WALLS. Upon making this discovery you booked it, turning different ways before seeing it. The cup! And Viktor. Fuck. You sprinted before gripping the handle, unsure if you just tied before landing hard on the ground in front of the crowd. You were alone. Did you... Did you just... Win!? You stood up, brushing dirt off you with the cup in your other hand. Cheers erupted and you jumped. So you did win! You did it! Ayyyeeee! Dumbledore lifted your hand with the cup, declaring you the winner as the other competitors accepted defeat. "And your reward. 1000 galleons." Dumbledore said. "Wait what?" You asked.
So that summer was spent being conflicted on what to do with the money. "I don't need money though." You said to Molly. "Fred, we have another order." Lizzie said. That's when a lightbulb went off. "I KNOW WHAT TO DO!" you gasped making Fred, George, Molly and Lizzie jump. "What?" Fred asked. "A shop! You guys need a shop!" You said. ".... We're not letting you spend this money on us." George said. "Psh. Consider this a business investment." You said. "Y/n!" Fred said. "Babe, you'll actually use this! And what you don't use we can save, it's literally that simple!" You said. "And you're sure? That you want to do this!?" George asked. "After we graduate, game on." You said. "...Mum... I'm in love." Fred said making you smile as he scattered kisses across your face. Molly chuckled and shook her head.
You actually did hold your promise too, after you all graduated they got the money and bought a shop. You would work there when Quidditch season was up, usually taking stock or something. One day Fred was acting... Very strange though. George had to know what was going on. "Fred. What is up with you?" George asked. He looked across the store to see you with a clipboard taking down inventory. "not here." He said. He pulled him to the back. "I'm asking Y/n to marry me. Tonight." He said. "... you've got to be fucking joking." He said. "Well we've been together since our fifth year--" "I planned on proposing to Lizzie tonight." He said. "....Okay this whole 'twins think alike' thing is kicking our ass." Fred said. "...Okay. we take them both out to dinner and propose?" George suggested. "....Deal." Fred nodded.
And that's exactly what happened, both men acting really weird. "Okay what the hell is up with them?" You asked after witnessing Fred trip over air. "...I have no clue. George sliped up the stairs today. Up. The. Stairs. How in the absolute fuck do you fall up stairs?" She said. "...Something is going on." You said. "...And it's dealing with both of them." She said. You all were having a nice night, laughing, smiling, giving each other loving looks. Fred exchanged a look with George and both of them handed you and Lizzie boxes at the same time. You rose a brow and opened it before you gasped. "Oh my God. Fred. Are... Are you actually... Serious!?" You asked. "As serious as possible." He said. Lizzie looked at George with the same expression. "Yes!" Both of you replied in unison. Both men let out relieved sighs and you hugged Fred. "Did you two plan on asking us at the same time?" You asked. "no." Both of them admitted making you snort. "You two are idiots." Lizzie laughed. "But their our idiots." You said making Fred smile.
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vivithefolle · 4 years ago
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Love isn’t a Deus Ex Machina thing, it’s literally the core theme of the series, hence why Love Magic exists
Love Magic is never a concept at any time in the series. It’s only about “Lily Potter’s spell”. But what’s so special about Lily Potter? What’s so great about her? She did the thing any halfway decent mother would do for their child: she gave her life for them. Molly would’ve done it for any of her sons. Narcissa would have done it for Draco. Mrs Granger the nonentity would have done it for her daughter had she not been lobotomized instead. Lily Potter’s sacrifice isn’t anything special. It’s only special because Rowling decided so, because the Plot needed it to be.
Love isn’t a Deus Ex Machina thing? Then how come Quirrel conveniently burned to death at Harry’s hands? How come Harry had to live at Privet Drive because reasons so he could be abused so naive readers like you could feel very sorry for the poor widdle orphan and pat themselves on the back because wow, aren’t you special for feeling sorry for the poor widdle orphan?
And I didn’t misunderstand Harry. I literally explained him to you
If you don’t like him, I don’t care. Just stop giving his uniqueness to other characters
And you literally showed me exactly why you don’t understand him.
Harry’s superpower isn’t teh special uniqueness of his luuuurve, or the absolute pure pureness of his heart, it’s that he has FRIENDS. Friends who’d die for him, friends who’d sacrifice themselves for him, friends who’d do anything for him. THAT’S the power of love, not some bullshit ~special pure pureness of the heart of Harry Christ our lord and savior~. Harry isn’’t unfailingly kind or uniquely loving or whatever the shit. Harry is a run-of-the-mill teenager who has such obscene luck I wouldn’t be surprised to learn he was conceived under the influence of Lucky Potion.
You just showed me you’re a member of the Church of Harry Christ and I’m not interested in joining. Dear God I thought I was too attached to fictional characters but wow am I glad I’m not at your level.
Also one more thing: “tortured” someone?
Sure. A painful stunner is DEF torture (that’s legit all his Crucio did; it acted as a painful stunner. It threw Carrow backwards and hurt him while it did. Crucio isn’t even close to that when performed properly)
............ you... you fucking little hypocrite.
You filthy, lying, little bitch cunt of a fucking hypocrite.
Remember when I said the next person who’d try to lie to me to pity poor wee widdle Hawwy would be sorry? You pathetic little piece of shit. If you’re so in luuurve with your precious cuntfuck of a camera archetype you’d accept EVERYTHING about him, wouldn’t you? Haha, but noooo. “Oh wee poor Hawwy only used a painful stunner :)))))))” you fucking little bitch. Oh you accuse ME of trying to “make Hawwy not special :(((” but you... YOU... Hahahaha sorry everyone. I have a slight aversion to people blatantly trying to gaslight me. You may find me getting a little bit angry if you happen to trod on this trigger of mine.
Let’s see that again shall we? Open your eyes and your chakras, bitch, we’re going for a ride.
“It’s not a case of what you’ll permit, Minerva McGonagall. You time’s over. It’s us what’s in charge here now, and you’ll back me up or you’ll pay the price.” And he spat in her face. Harry pulled the Cloak off himself, raised his wand, and said, “You shouldn’t have done that.” As Amycus spun around, Harry shouted, “Crucio!” The Death Eater was lifted off his feet. He writhed through the air like a drowning man, thrashing and howling in pain, and then, with a crunch and a shattering of glass, he smashed into the front of a bookcase and crumpled, insensible, to the floor. “I see what Bellatrix meant,” said Harry, the blood thundering through his brain, “you need to really mean it.” - Deathly Hallows
If I could reach through my screen to force you to look at the relevant bits, I would. And I’d also slap you in passing. Yknow, just so you think twice before being a stinking fucking hypocrite again in the future.
Now, let’s do some actual literary analysis that isn’t your ~wah hawwy puwe of heawt luuurrrve~ diarrhea you’re still trying to paint my poor innocent blog with.
Now let’s see that PaInFuL sTuNnEr in detail:
He writhed through the air like a drowning man, thrashing and howling in pain 
In bold so you can see it very well. Admire the curve of each letter, the angles and the lines. And most of all, interpret the meaning of each and every word. Watch how he’s compared to “a drowning man”, do you know how excruciatingly painful and distressing it is to drown? How the air fills your lungs as you claw desperately for the surface, trying to find something to cling to, anything, the feeling of your lungs filling with this foreign substance you cannot spit back out? The feeling of fading away as all your oxygen is consumed by the futility of your hopeless flailing, your muscles losing their strength, your panic dulling as you slip into unconsciousness and water claims yet another victim...
Of course, drowning people don’t thrash and howl in pain. Because all they’re focused on is trying to BREATHE. But Amycus’ focus isn’t on trying to breathe. Amycus is only focus on Harry’s Crucio and the pain it’s bringing him.
But sure Anon. A pAiNfUl StUnNeR. Fuck you.
and then, with a crunch and a shattering of glass 
Now I’m aware Dummywood has made you believe that glass can be traversed easy without any consequences but real glass doesn’t work like that. Real glass takes some force to shatter. Real glass shatters into hundreds of tiny pieces that embed themselves into your flesh and skin, kinda like... oh! Kinda like that glass chandelier that fell on Hermione, once. After she herself was Crucio’d if I remember well. Hmm, by whom exactly, I have it on the tip of my tongue...
“I see what Bellatrix meant,” 
Ah yes. By the woman who tortured to insanity Neville’s parents and whom Harry is literally acknowledging as having taught him this particular lesson.
Harry himself is TELLING US HE LISTENED TO BELLATRIX’S ADVICE. ON FUCKING TORTURING PEOPLE. But “a PaInFuL sTuNnEr He’S aN oRpHaN :’‘‘(((((”. Fuck off. Fuck off, Anon. Fuck off and learn to fucking read.
Ah but I got ahead of myself! We’re not even CLOSE to the point!
he smashed into the front of a bookcase and crumpled, insensible, to the floor 
So Amycus gets tortured - or, as Anon astutely put it, pAiNfUl StUnNeR - smashes through a sheet of glass, and gets knocked out.
Hmm. Now if Harry just took out a knife and brought it to Carrow’s neck, he’d be worthy of being called Bellatrix’s faithful apprentice.
And now I’m gonna quote one of my Quora answers again because my followers deserve better than to see me completely lose my mind at some anonymous cowardly cunt trying to lie to my fucking face.
On the topic of Harry’s Crucios:
This could mean that Harry is scarily proficient at casting Crucio, that Amycus has low pain tolerance or that he was knocked out when he fell, but regardless of the meaning, IT’S NOT GOOD. EVEN IF IT’S A DEATH EATER, EVEN IF HE PROBABLY DESERVES COMEUPPANCE - IT’S NOT HARRY’S JOB TO GIVE OUT SAID COMEUPPANCE.
(Like, can I please remind everyone that Harry is supposed to be the Jesus Christ of his story? In the Bible we never have Jesus Christ torturing the pharisees or any of those who didn’t believe in him. Just… you’re telling me Jesus “Peace and Love” Christ would torture people… what the hell, Joanne?)
“I see what Bellatrix meant,” said Harry, the blood thundering through his brain, “you need to really mean it.”
…………………….. Um. Harry, what the fuck are you doing???! He’s taken Bellatrix’s advice! He actually relates to the insane sadistic terrorist! He is capable of using a curse that literally requires sadism to work!
(Again, when someone tells me “Jesus Christ”, “sadism” isn’t the first word that would come to my mind.)
At least there’s some sort of reaction. “the blood thundering through his brain”. But that’s a very… nondescriptive reaction. Is it the “adrenaline pumping in my veins” blood? Is it the “holy shit what have I done” blood? Is it the “I could get used to this” blood?
We don’t know. We’ll never know.
Alright, skipping to the part that interests us -
She struggled to pull herself together. “Potter, that was foolish!”
Eh, I’d have said “tactically unsound” (what if Amycus wasn’t knocked out), “monstrous” (that’s Bellatrix’s favourite curse you’re using, Harry), “insane” (re: Bellatrix), but yeah, I guess “foolish” would also cover it.
“He spat at you,” said Harry.
Ever heard of Disproportionate Retribution, Harry? A few fascists regimes all over the world were especially fond of it.
Then I’m skipping over the one thing that causes the most outrage because I’ll go back to it soon, just let me finish with this:
“[…] but don’t you realize — ?” “Yeah, I do,” Harry assured her. Somehow her panic steadied him.
I guess we can imagine that McGee is saying “don’t you realize what you’ve just done?”
Harry “assures” her he realizes. Harry knows. Harry has just used the literal goddamn Torture Curse and he’s totally cool with it. Or, if he was uncool with it, now he’s cool with it. Because “her panic steadied him”. So seeing McGonagall panic makes Harry think “yeah, using Crucio was the right thing to do”.
Well then! Onwards then, Dark Lord Potter! First it’s just one Crucio, then it’s just three, then it’s just one little murder of one lowly little naysayer, then it’s only a little more murder…
And now we’ll go back a smidge, because how are we supposed to react?
How are we supposed to reconcile the idea of Harry, who’s supposed to save us all through his Power of Love, with the Harry that has just tortured a man into inconsciousness?
Even if that man was a Death Eater, Harry is supposed to be the Christ-like figure. He’s supposed to be love and forgiveness incarnate. Heck, not a hundred pages later he’ll offer forgiveness to freaking Voldemort! He forgives Draco Malfoy, he forgives Albus Dumbledore, he forgives Severus Snape!
So how do we reconcile Harry Potter The Forgiver with Harry Potter The Torturer? Tell us, O Author! Tell us how to navigate the murky, twisted depths of human morality!!
“Potter, I — that was very — very gallant of you — […]”
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That was… gallant?
Gallant?
Wait, doesn’t gallantry imply some form of honor?
As in, not taking your opponent by surprise -
Harry pulled the Cloak off himself, raised his wand…
As in, facing your opponent head-on instead of hitting them in the back -
As Amycus spun around, Harry shouted…
As in, not torturing your opponent???
He writhed through the air like a drowning man, thrashing and howling in pain
That’s… unless the definition has changed, nothing about this is gallant…
Let me just -
(of a man) polite and kind towards women, especially when in public
showing no fear of dangerous or difficult things
Alright, so, Amycus isn’t a woman, so Harry can’t, by definition, be “gallant” to him.
Still, being “polite and kind” to a woman didn’t involve “torturing someone who disrespected her”, last time I checked. Punching an asshole harrassing her, definitely *pats Ron*, but torturing that asshole… no, just no.
And well, I guess casting Cruciatus is a difficult thing to do… and Harry didn’t seem very afraid to do it… that’s not supposed to be a good thing, but apparently, now it is…?
What made that
As Amycus spun around, Harry shouted, “Crucio!”
more gallant than
“What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!”
After all, they’re the exact same thing. Torture. Inflicting tremendous pain upon someone for the heck of it.
Why do people lose their heads over Harry using Crucio, when they seem to neglect the fact that Draco Malfoy cast it?
Well, easy enough - Draco Malfoy is an evil little cockroach. The guy wished death upon people, he bragged about the fact that his Daddy dearest was a terrorist who killed people. It’s not too surprising that an evil little cockroach like him would find it acceptable to torture someone he considers “not human”, isn’t it?
What’s more surprising however, is that the hero, Harry Potter, who has been subjected to the Torture Curse, whose only use of the Torture Curse previously was when he felt distress and pain unlike any other, that Harry Potter whom is supposed to be a hero and some sort of role model, would actually manage to use said Torture Curse even though it requires real sadism to actually work.
And what’s even worse is that Harry Potter casts that curse, that literal Torture Curse, and instead of being rightly horrified, instead of being terrified by the boy’s use of such a heinous spell, instead of saying “alright Harry, you’re not doing this again, ever, right?”, instead…
Instead McGonagall calls Harry “gallant”, instead of telling him off for using such a curse. She briefly calls him “foolish”, but it doesn’t register, really, since she ends up calling him “gallant”.
That’s what angers people. That the Torture Curse is the most horrible, awful thing you can do to people… unless you’re Harry Potter, in which case it is a little “foolish”, but mostly “gallant”.
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But of course, little Anon over here isn’t angered. Because little Anon is a faithful devoted member of the Church of Harry Christ Our Lord And Saviour. Little Anon can say enormities like A pAiNfUl StUnNeR and believe it with the whole force of their little Anon heart, because uwu Hawwy speshul orphan pure lurve uwu.
Little Anon, please get the fuck out of my blog and never, ever come back. I’m sure this arrangement will be beneficial for everyone involved.
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potterlovemail · 4 years ago
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Math Tutor - Drarry Headcanon
(modern au)
Harry Potter wasn’t the brightest student in his classes. Throughout highschool, he managed to be pretty decent in his studies; he had B’s, and rarely any D’s. This pleased his parents greatly— though, they never really were strict on grades, they simply wanted Harry to live on happily and become whatever he wanted to in the future.
James is a professor at Hogwarts University. Basically Duke, but aim just a tad bit lower. Hogwarts was known for having many gifted students attend; no person was the same as the last. It seemed everyone had their own interests.
Though, Harry had no idea what he was going to do. He thought about teaching like his father, but it seemed far fetched. He could hold his own in class, teaching on the other hand— no. Harry hated teaching. Those times teachers would ask him to explain his answer, his mind almost always went blank. Maybe he was nervous, or perhaps he just disliked explaining himself. He’d put the future aside for now. There are more important things to be worrying about.
First day on campus, and they’ve been given their roommate’s name. Harry didn’t really mind having a roommate; just as long as they weren’t horribly annoying. He’d have to share a room with someone named Draco Malfoy. He had no idea who the hell that was. Harry had heard of the Malfoy name— apparently, they funded Hogwarts for a little bit. They were wealthy, Harry knew that much.
On the first knock, who supposedly is Malfoy answers the door. Harry didn’t know what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t this. Malfoy was darn gorgeous. That’s right, Harry was into blokes, and what are the odds that he landed a room with someone as attractive as that.
“Holy shit,” Were the first and only words to leave the stunned male’s mouth. “Nice to meet you too,” Malfoy stepped out of the way so Harry could walk in and drag his luggage along. He does so reluctantly, eyes trailing Malfoy. Malfoy’s eyes were grey, and it was pretty much the most beautiful shade of grey Harry had ever seen. Oh, boy, he was crushing big time.
“You’re staring. Is there something on my face or are you just surprised that I’m your roommate?” Malfoy’s voice cuts through his thoughts. The blond knew where he was at the Popularity charts. “Well- I.. actually didn’t even know who you were till now,” Harry tries his best to stand his ground and not stammer. “I mean i’ve heard of the Malfoy name, of course,” His heavy feet crossed the room, heading to the empty bed which Harry assumed was his. Malfoy had pretty much unpacked everything. His bed looked expensive compared to Harry’s; the mattress looked fluffier, and just comfortable while Harry’s looked flat, and plain. Maybe Malfoy had paid them.
“Alright then. You stay on your side and mind your business, and we’ll be fine,” Malfoy states calmly, sitting down on his bed with a proper posture. Harry couldn’t stop himself from looking just a little bit longer. This seemed promising.
A week of sharing a room, and the two males realized that they literally were opposites. Harry’s closet looked like a jungle compared to Malfoy’s. Even the dark haired male’s hand writing was put to shame with Malfoy’s bloody cursive writing. Damn rich people.
Harry wasn’t proud of it, but they’d argued sometimes. Mainly it was Malfoy complaining about how Harry took too long in the bathroom, and how Harry had used up all of the shampoo. Their mornings usually went like this, and they parted ways for their classes sharing insults.
“Git.” Harry walked out the door first, trotting down the hall to get to his class, bag clutched tightly in one arm. “Prat!” Malfoy bellowed, just enough for Harry to hear as he speed walked. It was hilarious to the blond. Despite this, Harry was still crushing. How could he not? Malfoy just seemed so.. perfect. Gosh, it was still a shock how he had managed one week without throwing himself on the male. If he did that he’d probably be sent to the nurses with a broken nose, or maybe a concussion. He didn’t even know if Draco liked guys.
Second semester, and Harry was having serious problems with Math. Math wasn’t his best subject— it was definitely his worst. One particular evening, Harry’s jotting down notes messily and trying badly to recall everything. He has an exam in about 4 days. He’s so focused, he doesn’t even realize that Malfoy was watching him.
“You seem like you’re actually thinking. It’s hurting to watch,” Malfoy snorts, and Harry’s head snaps up to glare at him. “I’m doing my best to study. I’m not stupid, alright?” He rolls his eyes, averting his gaze back to his near crumpled folder paper. “I didn’t call you stupid. Not really. But, I could help you with that,” The blond offers. “And why would you want to do that?” Harry’s interested, definitely. He would never pass up on that, he really needed the help, but he also wanted to know what Malfoy was up to.
“Just cause. And i’m bored, the poor need my help.” Only Malfoy could make Harry as irritated as this— yet the dark haired male wouldn’t act on his annoyance. He didn’t want to make their ‘friendship’ worse than it was, and besides, he wants to be more than just silly roommates and friends. “Fine. Help me,” Harry groaned, crossing his legs as Malfoy made his way over to him. “Great. Now scoot.”
Malfoy wasn’t a bad teacher, or rather, tutor, at all. He helped Harry with things he couldn’t wrap his head around, and even took the time to explain it thoroughly. Harry couldn’t tell if Malfoy was just showing off, or trying to help.
Harry’s heart felt as if it’d leap up his throat any moment; they’d never been this close to each other. Knees made contact, shoulders touching briefly as Malfoy pointed to certain equations. Malfoy’s hand brushing against his as he stole away Harry’s pencil to demonstrate. All of this made Harry slowly insane.
“You look a little pink. Don’t tell me you’ve got a fever of some sort,” Malfoy comments, pausing his very useful tutoring. “I’m fine, peachy,” Harry shrugged, knowing damn well the blush on his face only deepened.
He was going to die if he didn’t make a move soon.
Harry decides that a week later is when he’ll make the first move. Was it probably the scariest thing he’d ever done? Yes. Merlin, yes. Harry was never an open romantic, he didn’t give out much hints. It was because he just didn’t want to be rejected, but he strongly felt he had a chance with Malfoy. For whatever reason.
So, this is how he did it. “Hey, I need you to errr.. explain this one again to me.” Harry asked, fidgeting with the pencil in his hand. “Sure.” Malfoy peered at the paper, expecting a complex equation ready to be explained, but he was met with something different. Harry had written, ‘You’re cute’ just underneath his notes. Malfoy fought back a smile, looking back up at Harry. “Everyone tells me,” He cooed, and Harry nearly groaned out in frustration.
That’s right, how was he supposed to flirt with the gracious Malfoy; who’s expectations were as high as skyscrapers and the Eifell Tower.
“Thanks.” Draco muttered, breaking eye contact. Harry blinked; it hadn’t gone so badly.
He keeps it up, writing down small compliments where Draco could easily spot them. Each time he did, he knew he was getting somewhere— because Draco had become different. He wasn’t purposely insulting the dark haired male, and if he did, it was jokingly. Harry felt like he was floating. This was all he’d ever wanted since the first day he’d walked in and blurted out, ‘holy shit.’
He hadn’t even realized how fucking amazing Draco’s laugh was till he was the one who had made him laugh. At the end of the day, Harry had finally asked him out. ‘I really think we could make this work. Not the math— but, you and me. What do you say?’ Harry had tried his best to make his handwriting neat and decipherable.
“Hmm.. well, I’m not sure. If I dated Potter would that ruin my reputation? Most likely, yes.. “ Draco looked up at the ceiling as he talked to himself, and Harry gulped. “But, I don’t give a fuck,” The blond adds, and Harry lips curve upwards, later breaking into a wide grin. “So then..?”
“Yes. Prat, I’ll go out with you,” Draco’s rather angelic laugh comes out again, and suddenly, Harry’s kissing him. Draco kisses back quickly, and it’s like a fire lit in both of their stomachs. It was the spark that Harry had been longing for.
Sadly, even after all of that studying, Harry managed to get a 73/100 on the semester finals. Not too shabby, but Draco would definitely have him redo his notes.
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gryffindor-glizzy-gobbler · 4 years ago
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Out Past Curfew (Pt. 5/5)
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How did you get here?
With Draco’s hand clamping against your thigh, your wonder and confusion on how you went from patrolling the ground to his thighs clamping your thighs while his hot tongue glided over your folds was merely pushed into the back of your mind.
Your brain was in a frenzy as he held you steady as to not have your hips accidentally buck into his face. Accidentally.
His mouth was amazing. He knew exactly where to put his tongue and exactly hot to explore you. Your entire nervous system was being filled with pleasure as your hand found it’s way to clamp onto his hair. Denying it was useless, because even Draco could feel that you were melting under his tongue.

It could feel you tighten around his tongue, but the rest of you was melting. Your arms were limp as you had your hand under your ass as to keep the coldness of the counter from infecting your skin, but it was no use. Every other inch of your body was freezing, but your lady parts were hot.

Scorching even.
Sealing his mouth over your clit, you could only let out a moan that sounded like an “oh-hu-hu” if your shuddered voice had to be spelled out on parchment. Dragging his slick tongue up and down the top and bottom of your vagina, your walls were surging up under his touch.
You felt your pleasure climb, almost like it was trudging up it stairs and at the end of the stair-riddled hallway there was a door. A door that, if opened, would open you and unfold you like a piece of paper. And a result of it’s opening? Thick, white, and hot.
But you weren’t there yet. You were reaching towards your climax, and Draco could smell it. In fact, he could smell everything. Your sweat, your pussy, and even the perfume you lightly sprayed yourself with before you came to patrol.
One hand in his hair and the other running through your own as a stress-reliever, you were reaching your peak. You were almost over the edge due to the pleasure that was arching through your spine as you shakily gasped his name. His name rolled off the tongue, that’s how perfect it was.
He got made fun of his name when he was a kid, but oh you loved it.
You loved the way it was spelled. You loved the way it looked. You loved the way it sounded when you moaned it out as he took his tongue out of your folds. Right before your climax.
Right before you could cum.
“Bastard..” You panted, feeling a sourness in your throat as he pulled his entire body away from you, his hands practically having to peel off of your thighs. You were sticky, and you felt like a gross mess as he ran a hand through his hair that you had messed up even further beyond repair.
“Turn over for me, squibby...”

“I don’t want to do shit for you.” You pouted, and the smirk that twitched at his lips was enough to make you want to slap him. Or kiss him. You hadn’t quite decided yet.
“Do it or I’ll do it for you.” He threatened, and the feeling that consumed your chest was the farthest thing from fear. “God that’s hot..” You purred in the quietest voice that your voice would allow without it being complete silence. Not wanting to piss him off in fear of your legs being intact tomorrow morning, you shifted a bit forward away from leaning against the mirror to adjusting yourself to be on your stomach, your legs dangling off the egge of the counter. Your ass was being displayed. Just for him. Just for Draco.
He used his foot to kick your legs apart, which surprised you as your chest moved down the counter a little bit in response to the sudden lowering of your hips. “Shit-“ You felt the cold air seep in between your cheeks, causing a chill to flatten your stomach against the counter completely. He hadn’t even touched you, yet the pure thought of your ass being at his mercy was enough to make you even wetter than you were already before.
“What did you say?” He was referring to what you had muttered earlier, and you cursed mentally, a bit regretful he heard what you were spitting against yourself. Feeling a fit of nervousness begin to flutter in your stomach, you pursed your lips together, not keen on filling his ego more so than it already was.
“Nothing..” You hummed with a buzz of your lips as your eyes were guided to the mirror where you could see him, Draco finally slipping down his pants, the belt already being on the ground thanks to you. “I think I heard you say something..” His eyes were looking you up and down, almost like he wanted to eat you - literally, not like how he just did - and you felt your chest tighten as your eyes trailed down to the bulge in his boxers.
He was bigger than you thought.
“I-I think you made your point, Draco. You have a big cock, whoopee.” You quivered out of fear and.. desire. Your tone was half-joking, of course. Despite the fear you had for his size, you still wanted him. Oh fuck you wanted him.
“I don’t think you’ll understand until you taste it.”
Holy shit...
Finally positioning himself behind you to where he could press his hand against your back to feel over the curves of your spine, his hand was cold against your skin, which was now beginning to heat up. His hands were so much bigger than yours, and they were a lot more calloused as well. You could only imagine what his dick felt like.
After a moment of palming your ass and feeling over the softness of your rear, you felt your legs turn into practically jelly as Draco eased the thick length of his member deep inside of you. Your brain turned into mush as well as the pleasure that was contained at your womanhood was spreading throughout your body, causing your fingers to clench hard against your palms, leaving crescent-shaped indents from your fingernails.
He was huge.
Feeling the texture of his cock run inside your walls, he was going slow in and out of you, not wanting to hurt you yet. The piercing of your sex was enough to make tears bubble up at the corners of your eyes, but nonetheless you didn’t let out quiet sobs. Rather, you let stifled moans escape through your gritted teeth, not wanting to alert the entire school that you were getting fucked by one of the hottest guys in schools.
Draco was pumping his length in and out of your ass for what must have been 30 to 45 minutes before you began to feel the closest to your peak than you ever had that night. You had many chances to cum beforehand, but Draco could feel your liquids around his dick way before you could, so he was edging you. Oh boy, he was edging you hard. Every time you felt like you were going to cum, he would pull his dick out of you and stick his thumb in your entrance, arching to dig his teeth into your shoulder.
Him not cumming really quickly did a bit more than hurt your pride, but the prolonged pleasure was something you weren’t exactly against. Though that didn’t make him ripping your climax away from you any less painful every time he did it. Just as you felt yourself beginning to go over the edge and release, Draco pulled you by the horns backwards just so he could keep railing into you.
This boy had the stamina of a horse, it was insane.
“You’re such a little whore, squibby.. For years you said you hated me but here you are, bent over the sink counter, feeling my cock all up in your tummy. You like that, don’t you?” The dirty talk that convulsed out of the blonde as a surprise, but a welcome one as you felt your wetness increase due to the words that rattled your brain.
“Stop choking back your moans before I give you something to choke on.”
As your eyes rolled into the back of your head due to ecstasy, he reached his hand around the side of your frame to shove two of his longest fingers in your mouth. His middle finger and his pointer finger pried open your lips like a clamp, and you couldn’t choke back the pent up moan through your teeth due to this action.
“I want to hear your voice. I want the whole school to hear your moans. I want everyone- and I mean everyone.. to know your mine.”
The noise that escaped your throat was one that you were a bit ashamed to admit even came from you. Your voice seemed to fuel Draco’s ego, though, since this noise began to make his speed in and out of your pussy increase. He was going rougher, harder, and holy shit was he going a lot faster. You could only wonder how many women he had done this with before, considering how good he was as it.
You were damn sure though his dick hadn’t gone anywhere near Pansy though, which gave you some solace.
Lifting your chin up off of the surface of the counter, he used his other hand to wring it into your hair and yank it backwards, causing some strain in your neck that was beautifully intertwined with the pleasure in your womanhood.

You were beginning to become overstimulated at this point, but damn did you love it. Hearing a muffled grunt from Draco’s end, he was now beginning to go faster than he ever had gone before. The weasel was breaking you open, and you know after tonight your virginity could never be restored. Not like you wanted it to be, anyways.
He had two hands on you, one in your hair and one in your mouth, causing your head to arch back in a way that forced you to look at your face. You looked pathetic. You felt pathetic. Completely at the mercy of this jackass’s cock, it was a place you never wanted to be for years. But now, you couldn’t picture yourself anywhere else.
Collapsing wasn’t the correct way to describe it. Melting seemed more accurate. As his fluids began to spill into your insides, pumping into your tummy like disposal, you contracted hard around his cock as your own liquids sloshed around his shaft while crying out his name.
Hips stuttering backwards when he pulled out of you, his cock coated with a thick whiteness, your knees knocked together as you slid off of the counter to crumble onto the floor, only having one hand on the marble surface. You were a panting mess when his cum began to seep out of your soaking hole and leak onto the floor, not being able to hold all of his juices in your stomach from how much he cummed inside of you.
You were only so lucky that you began taking birth control a couple months ago to reduce your period cramps. The heat of his liquids inside of you continued to move around a bit, there still being little increments of white spilling onto the floor every time you moved to breath. Glancing over at Draco, you noticed he was on his knees leaning against one of the stall doors, looking absolutely spent. You gave him a run for his money, that’s for sure. He could’ve edged you as long as he liked and the two of you still would’ve been brought to this point.
Tired, out of breath, and basking in the afterglow of the best sex the two of you ever had. Well - for you, at least - it was the only sex you’ve ever had.
For about 2 minutes you didn’t say anything to him, and he didn’t say anything to you as you began to hop back into your clothes after wiping yourself down from sweat and cum. Once you were both dry enough, Draco looked at the clock and broke the awkward silence with a shaky warning.
“I think we’re out past curfew, squibby.”
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minervahopebeyond · 4 years ago
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Blood Daffodils.
Hello!! I hope you like this one! We are getting near to all the trouble and I can’t wait to write it ✨ Let me know what you thought of this one in the comments!! They always make my day💕
Chapter 8: Narcissus. (Part 1/2)
The sound of the pages invaded the library. Fourth book on the stupid plants and still: nothing.
‘This one is useless too’
He closed the book rather harshly and pushed it aside, standing up to grab another one.
The door opened behind him, Harry didn’t even bother to turn around.
“It’s 2 A.M and you look insane.”
“Did I wake you?” Was the only thing he said in return. He knew he looked insane, he was in his pajamas and reading books of herbology in the middle of the night. Of course he looked like a mad man.
“No, i got up to go to the bathroom and heard you. Kind of expected to find Draco here instead of you.”
“I can read too, you know? Besides, I couldn’t sleep.”
Maybe he could, he wouldn’t know, he didn’t even try. He needed answers, some kind of explanation.
It seemed like such a innocent thing to do at the time... The vial was there, Draco was chatting with Hermione and, to be fair, everyone else had done it. After he took a sniff, Harry regretted it entirely. It was impossible. No stupid potion was going to tell him how he felt.
“Prongslet, really, you are scaring me.” He was losing his patience but he didn’t want to yell and wake everyone up, so he hissed instead.
“It just doesn’t make any sense.”
“What doesn’t?”
“I still smell the burrow in the amortentia”
“Oh.” Sirius said with a surprised tone in his voice. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just what most attracts us... It doesn’t have to mean anything more than that”
Harry snorted as he continued to flip the pages. Flower after flower, nothing, it was fucking useless.
“I find it really hard to believe that Ginny is what I find most attractive, considering I got a very awkward boner when Malfoy kissed me on the cheek. The potion is wrong.” He felt the heat invading his face, blushing horribly at the confession.
“I really didn’t need to know that.”
“Tough luck.” Harry responded.
Flowers from the burrow. There was a time where he thought that it could be Ginny’s shampoo, because when he hugged her it kind of smelled flowery, but it never was quite exactly the same smell...
He couldn’t ask Ron or Mione, they would ask questions. Malfoy was also not an option. Harry raised his eyes to look at Padfoot.
“Draco’s flowers... They are yellow. Do you know what they are?”
Sirius blinked.
“...Yes... I think so.” Harry just kept staring at him. “It’s Narcissus, I know because of the kind of petal. I used to give Cissy a bouquet of them for her birthday.”
“Oh.. I couldn’t find them on the books...”
“You wouldn’t, they are muggle.” Sirius seemed to notice how disappointed he felt. “I can try to draw one... I’m not very good but-“
“Yes, please.”
Padfoot moved around the room, his night robe swinging behind him. Harry followed him as the man sat on the table, in the middle of the library, and took one of the pencils that were laying around with a piece of parchment. The pencil was probably Draco’s. Harry knew that. He spent enough time living with him to guess that kind of thing.
His hand began to move, tracing the petals with each movement. Harry fixed his glasses and peeked over his godfather’s shoulder.
Holy shit.
He smiled brightly and took the parchment to look at it more closely.
“Yes! Molly has them in the garden. I always thought they were pretty...” He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of the dreamful haze he was in. “I’ve been so fucking stupid.” He turned to look at the man again. “I always thought it was Ginny... But it was him, obviously. It has been him since he started to live here...”
“It’s okay, Harry. Yes, it was rather obvious, but who cares? You know now.”
“You knew? Back then?”
Sirius smiled and shook his head.
“Before, actually.”
“What...?” Harry asked shyly. Before? Before what? Harry and Malfoy hated each other before that summer.
“Oh come on, Prongslet. You even wrote about him in your letters in fourth year... Sure, about how he was a prick or whatever, but still. It was just a hunch, okay? I wasn’t sure. Then, I saw how you talked to each other and I kind of guessed.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Really? Why did people enjoy seeing him take the worsts decisions ever? Just once, it would have been nice for someone to kindly suggest that all his hate for Draco was, actually, repressed attraction. He would have handling the entire year a little better.
“Your father told me to shut it, and he was right in doing so.... That one time that I suggested it you went all ‘I only like girls, boys are ugly’ on me.” Harry blushed horribly at that.
It wasn’t easy. He always noticed Malfoy in a physical kind of way... His features, how he walked or the color of his hair and how it reflected the sun when he was playing quidditch. He just thought that everyone noticed that, after all, Draco was very pretty, like Fleur, it was hard not to see it.
He should have noticed how jealous he was of Ron sooner, though. That would have been a good clue. He even used to convince Ginny to play quidditch with him when he knew that Draco was outside with the redhead. Now, if he thought about it, he wanted to see them interact with each other; and well... He probably made an effort of smiling more and shit when the blond boy was around...
He didn’t smile at him directly, but still.
“Did something happen? You’ve been a little off this past month.”
Harry raised his eyes to look at him. Could he tell him? It’s been killing him to keep it a secret. He couldn’t even talk to Malfoy about it, the embarrassment was too much.
“We kissed...” He let out in a low voice and taking the seat beside him. Sirius’ expression started to shift into a big smile.
“That’s awesome!!” He said more loudly than it should be allowed at that hour. Harry shushed him, looking at the door. “Sorry. But that’s great, tell me everything. Are you two a thing now?”
Was he bloody kidding?
“Clearly not, Padfoot.” He crossed his arms and fixed his eyes on the table, avoiding to look at him. He was so pathetic. “I kinda manipulated him to get a kiss, so...”
“What? How?” He took a deep breath before answering.
“Well... I told him that I wasn’t sure if I liked boys because I haven’t really kiss one. To be fair, I tried to kiss him before that but he froze and looked panicked, I had to come up with some sort of explanation that wasn’t ‘I want to kiss you so bad that I can barely think about anything else.’” He shifted in his seat. “ And... He offered to kiss me so I could try it... So I did.”
When he looked at his godfather, he had a smug smile on his lips. Harry wanted to punch him a little.
“How was it?” He asked with an amused tone. Harry felt his cheeks and ears coloring red.
“It was perfect. Never felt like that in my life, much less with a kiss. I didn’t want to stop at all...” Shit, that was too much information, wasn’t it? “I- I kinda stopped to ask if he liked it and he took it like it was over, so yeah... We didn’t go further or anything.”
Sirius nodded, his eyes were a little absent. He looked like he was having trouble finding the words he wanted to say.
“Er- I think- Fuck.” His godfather said and shook his head before trying again. “Okay, I think that your father should be the one to give you the details, after all, there is not much parenting that he got to do in the past, so he would really appreciate it if he got to do it...” Harry looked at him confused. “But remember that Draco already had a boyfriend, you need to be careful, protection charms are important and you shouldn’t rush to-“
“Oh my god, Padfoot! Stop talking.”
He wasn’t getting ‘the talk’ at seventeen. They are a bit late for that, besides, protection charms? It was not like he could get pregnant or something. And it was horrifying, the whole situation was.
“See? If can’t even talk about it, I don’t think that you are ready.”
“I find it hard to believe that either you or dad had a gay sex talk before you started to... you know.”
“We didn’t, but let me tell you, it would have been much better if we had. I’m going to talk to James so that he can talk to you about this.” Harry groaned.
“What would be the point? It’s not like it’s going to happen again... I don’t expect it to. Even if he isn’t with Nott now, he will be later and I can’t deal with this being temporary. I can’t.” He let his head fall into his hands, defeated. “We just... We keep having this moments, you know? Maybe I hold his hand and he doesn’t take it away or I catch him staring at me or when I don’t wake up in the morning, he comes and tries to get me out of bed pushing me, but in a friendly kind of way? Sometimes I pretend to be asleep just so he does that. It’s pathetic, I know.” Sirius Chuckled.
“It’s not. You are just in love.”
“I don’t know why you are smiling like an idiot. I’m having an awful time here. He looks worst than ever and I wish he wouldn’t choose him, but not choosing him makes him even sicker.” He let out a sigh and passed his hand over his face. “I’m an awful person, aren’t I?”
Sirius’ amused smile morph into a sad one. Great, like he needed to be pitied.
“I believe that I already told you that you aren’t a bad person. Stop feeling guilty. We can’t choose who we love, alright?”
Harry just nodded. Of course he knew that, he wouldn’t have chosen to fall in love with someone that didn’t love him back, for instance.
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“Death eaters names: go”
“Lucius Malfoy”
“You are so bloody funny, weasel. But no. The horcrux that my father had was used and destroyed in second year.”
“You don’t think that he could have more?”
“No, he would had made everyone kiss his arse if the Dark Lord trusted him that much”
Harry heard the conversation from upstairs as soon as he got out of his room. He hated that Ron and Malfoy always talked about stuff when neither Him or Hermione were around.
Already pissed off, he knocked on the girl’s door.
“Yes?”
“Mione, get downstairs, they are discussing things without us again” The door suddenly opened.
“Why? We literally had a meeting this morning.” She said with an exasperated tone as he started to walk towards the stairs. Harry followed.
When they saw them, Draco wasn’t at all surprised.
“Say the word horcrux more than three times and Potter manifests himself.”
Harry just rolled his eyes and sat on the couch next to them with Hermione.
“The ferret thinks that if his father had one horcrux, maybe some of the death eaters may have another.”
“That actually makes sense” Mione said.
“Yes, but it has to be someone very trust worthy... Regulus didn’t have one, he stole it because The Dark Lord took Kreacher to hide it.”
“Snape?” He suggested, fearing the reaction of the blond boy.
“Thought of that already, but Dumbledore would have never trusted him without legilimency and I don’t think he could have hide that from his mind... No one is that good at occlumency.”
“Well... Your aunt could have one...” Ron said. “She is trust worthy. At her trials, back then, my dad told me that she didn’t even tried to defend herself and she just laughed like a lunatic when they read how many muggleborns she had killed.”
Harry sometimes asked himself if Ron was mean on purpose. Draco lost the little colour of his face with each word.
The blond boy muttered something incomprehensible and stood up with an absent look on his face. Next thing he saw was Malfoy walking quickly to the kitchen. He turned to glare at Ron.
“You just had to drop that in the middle of the conversation, didn’t you? Don’t you know by now that it upsets him?” The redhead just stared back, frowning.
They weren’t getting along lately. Harry didn’t know what the hell was his problem but every time that he brought up Draco in a conversation, his best friend almost snarled at him in response. If he didn’t know that Ron was utterly in love with Mione, he would have doubted the redhead’s intentions with Malfoy.
“Oh that’s rich coming from you”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” His friend seemed to be tempted to answer but Hermione cut him short.
“Ronald.” The boy sighed dramatically and put his hands up.
“Whatever, I’m going.”
And as he was standing up, Harry copied him and started to go look for the blond. Somehow that made Ron even more annoyed with everything.
When they entered the kitchen, Sirius and Draco seemed like they had utterly lost it while his dad was sitting there, trying to follow the conversation.
“Of course it’s there.”
“Yes, because everything had been sacked after the first war.”
“Except Gringotts”
“Because the goblins don’t give a fuck while you pay”
“And Bella never had any heirs”
“And the Lestrange vault is a joke”
“But it’s extremely high security I can’t-“
“But you are the rightful owner of Grimmauld Place. That has to mean-“
“That I can get in.”
“Unless it’s under her name, because she is the oldest of the three sisters.”
“CAN SOMEONE TRANSLATE PLEASE”
Ron voice interrupted their crazy talk and both, Sirius and Draco turned to look at them.
“Whatever the horcrux is, if she has one (which totally makes sense, thanks weasel for being a genius)” Harry tried not to pull a face at his friend being praise. He wasn’t jealous and petty, he wasn’t “It’s definitely in her Gringotts vault, that would actually be the Black’s high security vault. Maybe Sirius can get in, but he was disowned so there is a possibility that the vault is now under her name.”
“That would be a problem because you would need her to get in, no other person can.”
“Holy shit... if we get it, that would mean...”
“Two down, and two on our hands, yes.”
It was in moments like this, where Harry found himself wishing that he had taken the other boy’s hand, back in first year.
The blond boy was never more himself than when they trained or had meetings. He cared, he cared so much that his brilliant brain always worked twice as fast as everyone else’s. Harry showed him the locket: Malfoy knew that it was Regulus’. Ron suggested Bellatrix: Draco was already plotting getting inside of the vault. Hermione always used this moments to send a knowing look towards him, one that said ‘I told you so’.
Harry didn’t need a reminder that Draco was perfect. He didn’t need to see him training and jumping in front of Ron to prevent the redhead from getting jinxed, because, now, they were jinxes, but out there? Out there it was killing curses instead. And Malfoy would do it if he had to, he knew that, he saw it in first row with Sirius last year. A shiver run down his spine at the memory.
But even if the blond boy was reckless... Harry couldn’t help but imagine what it could have been. Maybe the four of them would have become friends before and solve mysteries much more efficiently through the years, maybe without so many painful moments... Or so many wrong conclusions. It would have been nice...
“If the Saviour would be kind enough to voice his opinion on the matter? Considering that it’s actually your mission.” His voice brought him back, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“I’m sorry, I kind of zoned out...” He replied with a shy voice. It was Ron the one who rolled his eyes in annoyance, this time.
“I can get Bill to talk to one of the goblins that are more friendly towards our side, see if the vault is under Bellatrix’s name or not.”
Harry said that it seemed like the safest option, the floo was sealed in the mansion for security and if they walked into Diagon Alley they would get caught in minutes. He was in the middle of the sentence when Hermione spoke.
“What if it is? Under her name...?”
Draco pulled a face.
“Well... we would be screwed, because we would need her wand to get in.”
“Shit.” The words escaped Harry’s mouth.
“Indeed, Potter.”
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the-lady-bryan · 4 years ago
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harry potter/farscape crossover idea
okay so firstly, i’m NEVER going to develop this further. i’ve just got no muse. but here we are, with what little bit i did throw into notepad at one point.
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Harry had stopped believing in coincidence centuries ago.
It didn't help that he was yanked for a while back and forth through realities - though admittedly that was partly his own fault because he didn't quite anticipate the level of power his magic had risen to after the Battle of Hogwarts and the defeat of Voldemort. When he wished to be anywhere else than dealing with the press and the fans and the fame and oh Merlin damn it Ginny we're not even dating and you and your mother are picking out goddamned wedding china!
But he digresses.
His reality hopping had finally ceased and his magic had FINALLY settled down. It looked like this reality would be his permanent one provided he didn't fuck it all up again. Which he tried - he really tried because holy fucking hell some of this shit he had to deal with was absolutely insane! He'd seen Voldemort the Snake-Face but that did NOT prepare him for meeting the literal psychic bipedal lizards called the Scarans. And he'd rather not meet them again if he could help it.
To survive in this crazy universe he'd had to adapt and unfortunately that meant kill or be killed.
Harry had come to terms with the blood on his hands a long time ago.
Unfortunately it was right before he was picked up by the Peacekeepers - the military arm of a race called the Sebbacians. And that's how he ended up in prison for assassinating some asshole dictator in the middle of nowhere who, unfortunately had Peacekeeper connections roughly eight cycles - years - after the fact. He'd settled down on some other backwater planet that reminded him a lot of Earth. Well, one of the Earths he'd been to at any rate. So what if the people were slightly orange and melted shit when they screamed. He just got better at making up scream-proofing charms on the fly is all. They were called Interons or something of the sort. Didn't matter much to Harry. He'd found a place to settle down and live a quiet life for the first time in three hundred years.
And now he was being transferred from his comfortable cell on some planet to a prison ship. Oh joy of joys.
Another eighty years later....
Harry sat with his muzzle on like a good little prisoner when they came into his cell for the routine torture and supposed interrogations. How did he still look like a child after eighty years? How old was he really? Where did he come from? Who else has he murdered? Who all hired him? The usual really.
They left him alone mostly unless they transferred other prisoners off the ship and he was all that was left.
They'd killed him a few times, but they didn't realize it. He'd healed and awoken too quickly for them to notice.... But someone did. He was sure of it. He just couldn't quite figure out who...
At least until he'd been on the ship for another fifty years. That's when he felt her for the first time poking at the edges of his awareness. She called herself Moya. She was the ship. The Leviathan is what the Peacekeeper guards called her.
Harry looked up from his liquid meal, the straw still stuck in the hole of his muzzle that allowed him to drink and "eat" when he heard the guards outside his door. Curious, he silently asked Moya what was happening as a blue woman was taken past his cell. A new prisoner. A Delvian, Moya had said. Harry was just grateful the new prisoner wasn't another goddamn Hynerian. Horrible little bastards reminded him of horrifying mix of Mundungus Fletcher and Draco Malfoy. Not something he liked to imagine. But at least she should be much more pleasant company than Rygel.
He found he liked the Delvian. Her chanting was very soothing. Moya and her Pilot seemed to like it very much as well.
Harry was woken by the roars of a tentacle faced beast of a man? He thought it was a man at least... when they brought the Luxan on board. With the muzzle on though, he could hardly say anything to anyone other than Moya and Pilot. And that was only because whatever it was they did, it was similar enough to legillimency that he basically said fuck it, why not. Otherwise, he'd have gone crazy long before then.
And then... one day, he woke to sirens and the ship jarring about and oh dear heavens that's laser fire isn't it?
"Don't just sit there! Come on!" Oh it was that horrible muppet thing again. Harry just stared at him in annoyance before the blue woman ran past and it dawned on him... Oh, it's a prison break.
It didn't take long for Harry to subdue a couple of guards. With some of Moya's lovely little robots leading him around he was able to avoid most confrontations and make his way to a safe storage chamber and hunker down until the fighting was over. He quite liked the chamber, and made his opinion known to Moya and her Pilot.
Eventually when things have settled down and they've starburst away Harry is led by some DRDs to where the other escaped prisoners are. They were't really pleased to see a young man wearing a muzzle and holding a pulse rifle judging by the multiple weapons pointed at him.
"who the hell are you?!" "He was here before anyone else." "ship's manifest doesn't even have him listed." "That muzzle can't be comfortable. Here, allow me..." "Are you mad! You take that off him and he'll kill us all!"
The muzzle is taken off and the first thing Harry says for a couple of centuries is, "You, the blue one. Oh I have so much enjoyed your chanting. It helped soothe Moya and her pilot for a time. I don't... I don't quite know what had them so agitated for a while but it certainly did help them. And myself as well. I look forward to hearing more of that lovely chanting. Now can I get a decent cuppa tea? Perhaps a food packet? I'll take anything solid. I've been living on liquid nutrients for around a hundred and fifty years and I can tell you it's not a pleasant way to eat."
"You're speaking English. That's English! My translator microbes things not translating you! That is the god damn Queen's English!"
"Of course I'm speaking bloody English! I'm from bloody England you fucking yank!"
"you said fuck! Not.... You have no idea how good it is to see another human!"
"I can assume you're from Earth, Mr..."
"Crichton. John Crichton. Astronaut."
"Harry Potter. Wiz-"
"The Master of Death!" - The Hynerian.
"Well I was going to say Wizard but I suppose that works just as well."
"Peacekeeper legends claim you can kill a man with just two words. Is that true?"
"Yes. With the proper motivation at least. But I.... I turned from my calling a long time ago. I'm not exactly a man of peace or pacifism, but I just wanted to settle down and have a quiet life after all my travels and adventures."
"Wait a minute..... A wizard. Named Harry Potter. You've got to be kidding me! Next you'll be telling me you ride around chasing a little flying ball on a broomstick."
"you know about Quidditch? Tell me, Mr. Crichton, are there any wizards or witches on Earth still? What year even is this by your calendar?"
"Dear god he honestly thinks he's a wizard..."
"what did I say?"
Then a few days later, after Harry's saved Crichton's life, the man finds him sitting and staring out a porthole, floating a cup in front of him with just a wiggle of his fingers with a fond smile on his face. "There's these... books. Kids books, back on Earth. My friend’s kid was obsessed with 'em. Got on the pre-order list at the bookstore near the base so he could get the third book the day it comes out for her birthday." "Why are you telling me this, Mr. Crichton?" "The first book is called Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone. The second one that came out last year was called Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets." And at this, Harry closes his eyes and sighs. "And what was the third book to be called? Did you know?" "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Did you really kill a giant fucking snake with just a hat, a bird, and a sword?" "If I told you yes?" "What kind of world do you come from where twelve year olds are expected to know how to fight a giant fucking snake?" "It was over sixty feet long. Built like a brick shithouse. And for some reason facing off against that with a magic bird, magic hat, and a magic sword was... according to my senile headmaster, a good way to build character."
This starts a sort of ritual between the two not-the-same-earth-earthlings. Crichton knows all about the first two books because his friend's kid is fucking obsessed with them and so Harry gives him a first person "this is how shit went down" and "this is honestly what i was thinking at the time" and "yes, with my bare hands, i murdered a man at eleven and nobody thought to send me to a fucking therapist. It was all "here's some bloody candy, Harry. Don't ask questions. Also here's house points in return for killing a man at the tender age of 11." That should have been our first clue that Albus too many fucking names Dumbledore was crazier than goddamn Voldemort ever thought of being."
And when Crichton is captured and tortured with the aurora chair, Harry's there for him in equal measure as Zhaan. And he never asks him about it, but he's just like "Bro. I got your back. You ever need to scream at someone about it, you come to me. We can compare scary pale faced black wearing nightmare men any time." And when Harry finds out that his new best bro has a clone of Scorpius in his head, he starts teaching him occlumency techniques because he's like "even without magic, this shit is damn helpful. Oh, and if you ever find yourself kind-of possessed by the bastard - hey, don't look at me like that John I don't make the rules. This shit just happens when you've got someone else living in your head. Trust me. Remember what I told you about that fucking scar of mine? Right. So listen. You ever get possessed, you want me to, uh, off you? I mean, I don't want to. But I will if I have to. Sometimes if you die for a bit, it helps reset shit." "I'm not immortal harry! I can't just reset my brain like some fucking wizard!" "There! That anger! Hang onto that. Trust me. It'll help if you ever get possessed."
And of fucking course when he's possessed by Scorpius Harry's like "I know that's you, you fucking asshole. Let go of my best bro or I will fucking gut you like a fish." "no you won't. You kill me, your kill John." "that's right and i already had this conversation with him. I'm sure you were there for it, too. You've got 24 arns or the real you is going to get a rather nasty visitor after I forcibly rip that chip out of Johnny's head and fry your ass so nobody gets to have the wormhole tech in there. You understand me, lizard breath?"
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phantomphangphucker · 5 years ago
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Ectober Day 10: Exorcism - Mimicry
Ghosts aren’t that different from demons. And Danny’s got no problem fucking with a priest.
Danny’s sitting, curling his ghostly tail around, on a rooftop building when he spots him. He shows up in an arguably insanely pompous Mustang, the kind with wood side panelling. Danny tilts his head as he watches the car park, at least whoever wasn’t enough of a stick-up-the-ass to double park. The guy stepping out in head to toe black, nearly looking like he’s wearing a dress. At first, Danny figured it was some goth, but sticking his head invisibly through the hotel lobby ceiling -curious about this stranger in his town, his lair- the guy spoke like his car looked; professional but egotistical. Spotting the little white on the guys neck only makes Danny internally groan. Priests. Well, technically only one but still. Though he is a little curious, there had never been one of their types here before. Probably thought ghosts were demons or something.
For whatever reason the guy seems to intimidate Jamey the receptionist, watching as she’s clearly trying to get the guy away from her and is trying not to touch the guy. Which only seems to make priest dude suspicious, intentionally grabbing and holding onto her hand and looking like he’s searching her eyes. Danny floats down closer, invisible of course, at this, in case this guy is legit dangerous and tries to attack her or something.
Thankfully, he lets go and heads to his room with a smile. Jamey shaking herself off after a bit. Danny hangs around the lobby for a bit to make sure she’s fine and priest guy doesn’t come back.
Danny sniffs out the guys' room and promptly puts a SpookSpot, a camera that looks like a little black ghost sticker, to watch priest guys door. And heads back to proper patrolling and enjoying the late afternoon sky.
Two day’s later Danny’s pretty well forgotten about the guy. He just seems to be wandering the town, muttering to himself, and nodding at things. The only real beef Danny had with the guy was that he was creeping people out.
But apparently, the guy was just patient, or spent a lot of time plotting. As Danny comes upon him doing...something? to the Box Ghost of all ghosts. He was seemingly chanting and making erratic hand motions. While the Box Ghost just looks really confused. Eventually, the Box Ghost, seeing a lost cause, shouts, “BEWARE!!!”, and promptly flies off.
The priest looks pleased with himself for whatever reason.
The next day Danny groans at spotting the priest, with a visitors badge, wandering the halls of Casper high, hands clasped behind his back and occasionally nodding at things.
Tucker pokes Danny, “you know, your folks aren’t the weirdest people here anymore”.
Danny sighs, “yeah, guy’s super weird. I think he tried to exorcise Boxy. It was...really sad. Boxy took pity on him”.
Tucker snorts, “that is pretty sad”.
Danny’s ghost sense goes off just as they start heading to class. Danny sighs dramatically, “so much for first period”, Tucker pats him on the back as well slinks off. Never noticing the ever so slightly wide-eyed priest watching.
Danny gets up with a yawn in the morning, struggling into a sweater and ruffling up his hair before heading down for breakfast.
Danny looks around the table, slightly caught off guard. The priest guy, who Danny has figured out was named Jospeh which honestly was a stereotypical as Hell name, is just sitting at the table; letting Jack and Maddie talk ghost at him with a pleasant smile, though it felt rather fake.
Danny shrugs loosely, and goes to make his cereal, “mornin’”.
Maddie smiles, “morning sweetie. This fine man was curious about the ghosts in town, so Jack decided he could stay for tea”, looking to Jospeh, “you’re named Jospeh you said right?”.
“It is”.
Danny sits down with his bowl, nodding at the guy, “mine’s Danny. And if you wanna talk ghosts then yeah, this is the house to do it in”, Danny decides to fuck with the guy a little, “who knows, maybe my dad’ll pull out the portal photo album”.
Jack grins wide, “yes! We should!”, springing up and rushing off.
Jospeh squints ever so slightly at Danny and turns to face him more, “portal?”.
Danny leans back and puts his hands behind his head nonchalantly, “yup, ghosties come and go through it sometimes. Dad fishes trough it”, deciding to be the mild to colossal idiot that he is, “I've come and gone through it here and there”.
Maddie shakes her head, “I remember that time you stumbled out with a knife in your leg. Didn’t you trip in that time?”.
Danny chuckles, ignoring the priests staring, “yup. Dad left some stuff on the floor and you know how clumsy I am”. Maddie giggles at that before going back to drinking her coffee.
Jospeh stares at him a bit before Jack returns with the aforementioned photo album and Jospeh changes to staring at that.
Danny chuckles and fills up a large thermos with coffee and promptly leaves. Only walking for a ways before slinking into an alley, turning invisible and intangible, then going back to the house.
Danny tilts his head Jospeh seemingly convincing his parents to go out hunting extra long and letting Jospeh help house sit so that he can ‘get a feel for ghosts’. His folks were way too easy to trick sometimes. If Danny’s stuck with this stuck up religious nut then he’s gonna mess around, moving closer to make creepy breathing sounds and blow air at the guy; who shivers from the cold temperature, before looking around for the source. Danny facepalms as Jospeh subtly throws salt out in one direction, clearly thinking there’s a ‘demon’ there. Danny absolutely was going to torment this poor prick. He was creeping all his humans out, would probably grow bold enough to interrupt fights, and he was a pompous twat. The last was honestly reason enough.
Danny comes home that night and as soon as he closes the door, Jospeh is staring at him. Danny waves at him, “sup priest boy”, pointing at the guy, “you know you’re creeping out pretty well the whole town? What’s your issue?”.
“Am I now”.
“Yup”.
Joshep squints but takes a sip of tea, “good. The Fenton parents seem to be the only not under demonic influence in this infested town”, Jospeh slowly walks closer to Danny, “but of course you already know that, don’t you demon”.
Danny makes a show of looking overly offended, “me? Some powerful being from another dimension? Why I never”.
“Hell is hardly another dimension, beast”.
Danny chuckles, “well look at you, able to come up with not one but two insulting names to spit like venom”.
Joseph walks closer and pushes a large silver cross into Danny’s chest, “that’s enough from you. Give it up and release the boy who’s body you’ve stolen and this town. You should have known your time was numbered as soon as you saw me”.
Danny rolls his eyes, utterly unaffected, “of a pompous twat who’s so greatly out of his depth? Hardly”
Joshep pushes the cross in hard and glares, “you're using protections, Foul thing. No matter, there’s seals everywhere, you’re trapped”.
Danny chuckles and makes it sound a bit threatening, “sure, whatever you say buddy”. Pushing past the guy to fetch himself some coffee. Pouring it but giving Joshep dramatic side-eye as the guy starts chanting at him.
“Princeps gloriosissime caelestis militiae, sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio et colluctatione, quae nobis adversus principes et potestates, adversus mundi rectores tenebrarum harum, contra spiritualia nequitiae, in caelestibus“. Danny watching as the guy flips a coin with a cross hollowed out of it and clutches at rosary beads. This guy really was going there wasn’t he? Danny chuckles and smirks, fine, Danny will give this weirdo a damn show.
Joseph continues his chant prayer, “Veni in auxilium hominum, quos Deus creavit inexterminabiles, et ad imaginem similitudinis suae fecit, et a tyrannide diaboli emit pretio magno“.
He holds up and waves around the rosary, making sure the light glints off it. While Danny starts pretending to be in agony but like he’s trying not to show it. As Joshep continues, “Proeliare hodie cum beatorum Angelorum exercitu proelia Domini, sicut pugnasti contra ducem superbiae Luciferum, et angelos eius apostaticos: et non valuerunt, neque locus inventus est eorum amplius in coelo. Sed proiectus est draco ille magnus, serpens antiquus, qui vocatur diabolus et satanas, qui seducit universum orbem; et proiectus est in terram, et angeli eius cum illo missi sunt“.
Danny’s just letting out his fangs and ears at this point, curled up on the ground and pretending to be pissed off at the priest. Who only narrows his eyes with resolute determination, “En antiquus inimicus et homicida vehementer erectus est. Transfiguratus in angelum lucis, cum tota malignorum spirituum caterva late circuit et invadit terram, ut in ea deleat nomen Dei et Christi eius, animasque ad aeternae gloriae coronam destinatas furetur, mactet ac perdat in sempiternum interitum“.
Joshep splashes a container of holy water over Danny, who has to try really hard to not laugh and break character, “Virus nequitiae suae, tamquam flumen immundissimum, draco maleficus transfundit in homines depravatos mente et corruptos corde; spiritum mendacii, impietatis et blasphemiae; halitumque mortiferum luxuriae, vitiorum omnium et iniquitatum“.
Joshep starts aggressively pointing the cross at Danny, “Ecclesiam, Agni immaculati sponsam, faverrimi hostes repleverunt amaritudinibus, inebriarunt absinthio; ad omnia desiderabilia eius impias miserunt manus“.
Danny makes a show off grabbing the guys ankle and letting Joshep shake him off. Though taking amusement in the ever so slight startled waver in his voice, “Ubi sedes beatissimi Petri et Cathedra veritatis ad lucem gentium constituta est, ibi thronum posuerunt abominationis et impietatis suae; ut percusso Pastore, et gregem disperdere valeant“.
Danny starts abortedly duplicating, only letting the duplicate start forming or splitting for seconds before snapping them back. Joshep near bellowing now, “Adesto itaque, Dux invictissime, populo Dei contra irrumpentes spirituales nequitias, et fac victoriam“.
Danny once again has to resist laugh as the guy throws salt at him again, “Te custodem et patronum sancta veneratur Ecclesia; te gloriatur defensore adversus terrestrium et infernorum nefarias potestates; tibi tradidit Dominus animas redemptorum in superna felicitate locandas“.
Danny lets a duplicate form halfway but seemingly attempting to snap back ‘into’ Danny. Catching the slight smile on the priests face, “Deprecare Deum pacis, ut conterat satanam sub pedibus nostris, ne ultra valeat captivos tenere homines, et Ecclesiae nocere“.
Danny lets the duplicate fly out of him and slam into the back wall, letting his originally body collapse and pretend to be unconscious. While Joshep stalks after the duplicate, waving the cross and slashing holy water, “Offer nostras preces in conspectu Altissimi, ut cito anticipent nos misericordiae Domini, et apprehendas draconem, serpentem antiquum, qui est diabolus et satanas, ac ligatum mittas in abyssum, ut non seducat amplius gentes“.
Joshep grins wide at the duplicate, pushing the cross into his face, “I cast away any devout dismay, that child in these Christ blessed arms of mine shall never fall at the hands of hellish beasts”.
The duplicate chuckles into the cross, “he’s mine old man”.
Joshep grits his teeth, “you shall evade the one of holy youth, the blessed one of creators uncorrupted, malevolent apparition. Vade retro Satana”.
The duplicate smirks, “ah so foolish, you think you’re some great knowing thing. How much longer till your facade breaks down?”.
“Truth and God shall never waver Beast”.
Original Danny gets up and stretches. Walking over and tapping on Joshep’s shoulder, “if I may turn you away from this rather pathetic display. This child was never one to fall. And I’m only in my own hands”.
The duplicate sits up and pretty well pushes over Joshep. The duplicate roles his eyes, “dude come one. There ain’t no demons here. And do you really think shit like salt and water is going to work on a being bound to eternity?”. The duplicate simply dissipates in the air while Joshep stands up and whirls around to see Danny just standing there and picking at his nails.
Danny pats him on the shoulder, “that was fun, good acting lessons on my part. Anyway, you got that whole need to exorcise out of you system?”.
Joshep sputters, “w-what are you?”.
Danny, deciding to be a dick and really freak this guy out, let’s his transformation ring form around his forehead like a halo for a split second and makes his eyes glow icy blue.
Joshep goes slightly wide-eyed but composes himself quickly. It’s obvious he now thinks Danny’s an angel as he dips his head slightly, “Dânêl. Concede nos famulos tuos, tu pro nobis intercedere dignentur in solio mixtum commiscere divinae miserationis in praesentem necessitatem, quod tu vis quemadmodum nuntiare Mariae in mysterio incarnationis Christi, ut per tua suffragia et patrocinia sentiamus in caelis perpetuae capiamus beneficia eiusdem, et laudem Dei usque in aeternum cantabo in terra viventium“.
Danny holds his hands up and waves the guy off, “you’re freaking my humans out. Stop that. This place is in good hands”, smirking slightly, “as for the shit that just happened. I’m a trickster”.
Danny walks up and pats the guys shoulder with a chuckle, “there are so many things in this world that you’ll never understand. Do not fall to the faults of assuming you know what you do not. Nor that the truths you know are all there is to know. There are no demons here”.
Joshep looks into Danny’s eyes, seeing nothing but fierce protectiveness, twinkling of amusement, and soft kindness. “Then what be they, should you bless me with that knowledge? Could it be that this is why I am here?”.
Danny chuckles and walks to look out the window. Snickering at the seals, “in all the forms of existences there’s bound to be a few you’ve never seen, you could try to achieve it. Become one of the beings of the Infinite Realms. But most of them can never leave or it will be a long time. So I don’t really recommend”, turning to look at Joshep before Danny gestures out the window, “most of them were once living mortals. Some were not. Souls unable to move on granted powering and purpose. Some protect and guide, watching over mortals or time itself. Others try to keep order and punish those who miss-use their power. Others do what you see here in Amity. Scare. Goof around. There are very few who are what you may call evil”.
Joshep walks up next to Danny, and looks out, jerking as all the seals burn away win blue flames. Side-eyeing the chuckling Danny, “you are a well humoured one”.
Danny smirks, “very much so”, nodding his head at the window, “the ones who are dead’s. They all died in brutal fashion. So horrid that existence itself decided they deserved another chance to live free and strong. Make no mistake priest. I protect them as well”. Danny makes his eyes blue and the frost creep across the window to make his point clear.
Joshep nods and dips his head, “but of course. I did not expect my wrongs and I have much to ponder. To none will I bring hassle nor harm”.
Danny chuckles, “good. I will continue keeping an eye on you regardless”.
Joshep blinks but nods with a small smile. And while this was highly enlightening and a blessing, he had zero intentional of imposing on or hanging around an Angel. Angel’s often said ‘be not afraid’ for a reason, they were not truly pleasant creatures and this one had firmly pretended to be a demon and be in agony. So Joshep bows with clasped hands, “blessed you”, before heading out the door.
Danny chuckles, “oh I’m very blessed indeed”.  
End.
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scorpiuhsmalfoy · 5 years ago
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Muggle!Scorpius HC
This is something I posted in my cursed child discord (which u should join it’s fun) but then absolutely had to elaborate on
When Draco and Astoria find out that Astoria’s illness will mean that she will die quite young, they search desperately for a cure, because without Astoria, Draco will not be able to make it in the world 
And then, somehow, they find a cure, and they’re both willing to do anything if it means Astoria lives
In order for Astoria to live, she has to give up using magic completely 
Astoria is happy to do so for herself, but doesn’t want to force Draco to get rid of magic 
But frankly Draco has had enough of the wizarding world, because he simply isn’t able to shake off the looks he’s given in diagon alley or the ministry or anywhere, so he is almost relieved to never have to use magic again, all he wants is a happy life with Astoria
So they move out of malfoy manor and into a muggle village, where they finally get married and Draco takes the name Greengrass because the Greengrass family aren’t as infamous as the Malfoys
They then have a little baby boy, and look this is where it gets a bit wobbly because I know this isn’t how magic works in HP but this is all i’ve got, and because Astoria and Draco now haven’t used any magic in a few years, he is born completely magic free
They’re both terrified that Scorpius will one day show signs of magic, but he never does
He goes to a normal school, gets bullied a bit for his name because Scorpius Hyperion Greengrass is weird, but hey at least nobody’s accusing him of being the son of the dark lord! 
He has no idea magic exists, and it becomes a thing of the past for both Astoria and Draco. 
Once Astoria is completely healthy, she takes a job at the local primary school, once Scorpius has moved up into secondary of course because there is nothing more embarrassing than your own mum working at the school you go to, helping out with the little children and she absolutely loves it 
Draco, through searching so much for a cure for Astoria’s illness, actually finds he quite enjoys healing, so goes back to school, but a muggle college, and trains to be a community doctor - the type that can’t really prescribe anything or really treat you because hey he’s got O.W.Ls and not GCSEs but he enjoys it and he finds that muggles are actually quite nice people
but back to Scorpius 
He goes to muggle schools, and does extremely well, and loves learning and books and reading but wants to get out of this tiny little village and see the world and go on adventures! 
So he goes to Uni in london 
Where he bumps into frazzled Ministry for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts worker Albus Potter 
When Scorpius introduces himself as Greengrass something in the back of Albus’ mind goes off but Albus doesn’t know that much about pureblood history so he just casts it off 
Albus has always loved Muggles and muggle things (taking after his grandfather, shout out to Dominic Short for giving me this idea i am forever in your debt) and there is something interesting about this particular muggle
They go on a date and Albus is like, right, I want to show you something, but you have to promise me you won’t freak out, and Scorpius is like umm sure but we’re stood in front of a brick wall what are you going to do have it magically open? 
And Albus is like yep, that’s it exactly and then he gets out his wand and taps on the bricks and they open and Scorpius is just stood there like, holy fuck I’ve gone insane 
But Albus holds out his hand and Scorpius takes it because Albus is smiling sheepishly and even though he’s only really just met this boy he trusts him for some reason and hey, he came for london for an adventure and look! he’s got one! 
So Albus shows him round diagon alley, and explains magic and hogwarts and Scorpius is just obviously FASCINATED but Albus says he can’t tell anyone, at least not straight away 
“but didn’t you tell me straight away?” Scorpius asks him, and then Albus blushes and says yeah I guess, “I don’t know, there’s something about you, I just trust you.” 
which is too much honesty for the both of them 
they go into WWW and Ron, being Ron, also looks at Scorpius and is like, huh, you look like someone, but the Malfoy’s have disappeared and Ron hasn’t thought about them in years and Albus told him he was a muggle so it can’t be 
And Scorpius and Albus start properly dating, Albus spending time and Scorpius’ uni flat where Scorpius shows him muggle technology 
by this point Scorpius has told his parents about this boy called Albus, and Draco raises his eyebrows like Albus what are the chances and Astoria is like I’m sure it’s just a coincidence this kid has the same name as our old Headmaster it’s not that uncommon a name for muggles? is it??
Soon enough christmas rolls around, and with Albus’ job and the new thing he has with Scorpius, he hasn’t seen his parents all that much and he barely updates them on what’s going on with his life, but he asks if he can bring Scorpius to the Potter cottage on Boxing Day and of course he’s invited
They take the train there, because Albus doesn’t think Scorpius is quite ready for wizard travel yet and they knock on the door because Albus doesn’t have a key anymore 
So Ginny opens the door and gasps because what is Draco Malfoy doing stood next to you Albus? Because Scorpius dressed up in proper Malfoy finery and he looks the spitting image of his father 
Harry comes to the door as well, and is gobsmacked. 
But Albus is thoroughly confused because this is a Greengrass?? Not a Malfoy?? 
And Scorpius, who doesn’t know much about his parents past except for the fact that neither of his grandparents are that nice, is like, “did you two know my father?” 
And they both nod, because yes they did 
So they invite Scorpius in, and Scorpius explains, and then Ginny sends an owl to the new address but Scorpius is like, I can just face time them if you want? I have an iPhone? you wizards really need to get iPhones? 
So then Scorpius, Albus, Ginny, and Harry are huddled round Scorpius’ phone waiting for his mum to pick up
James and Lily are off in the background like What Is Going On, nobody has explained anything to them
And then for the first time ever the Potters and the Malfoys, or Greengrasses, spend a christmas day together, even if it is over facetime 
the next time Scorpius goes home they explain everything to him properly and Scorpius isn’t mad because it was for his mothers life 
and I don’t really know what happens after that
Scorpius keeps studying at uni and Albus keeps his job at the ministry but they spend all of their time together 
Scorpius loves magic and Albus loves muggle things, and they live the best albeit weirdest life together 
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sleepydrarry · 8 years ago
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"Auror!Harry partnering up with Unspeakable/Ministry worker/consultant etc" ys pls !! :)))) I am interested!!!!! sign me up/count me in etc etc xxxxxx
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WITH PLEASURE! This is also for the other people who wanted this i.e. @captaintrashdrarry @not-all-those-who-wonder-r-lost @brightowl @markedplaces @miaunderstress (and whoever I forgot). Here goes!
Auror!Harry partnering with non-Auror!Draco fic recs
• Eternally Consistent by kitsunealyc (44k)Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter assumed they would never be anything but civil enemies, until Potter lands on Malfoy’s doorstep, bleeding, covered in curses, and acting very strangely indeed.(Aaagh this fic is so good I can’t. The romance and love, the wit and sass and flirting. A brilliant Unspeakable!Draco, too. EVERY scene is my favorite!!)
• Settle in my slow-burning heart by Teatrolley (10k)Five years after the war Draco is working a tech developer job in the Auror Office, and it’s all great except this one thing: Harry Potter works there, too. Things only become stranger when Harry starts bringing Draco ugly souvenirs back from his work travels. When Harry then shows up injured in Draco’s flat, Draco considers the possibility that he’s going insane.(The writing style in this one! It kills me every time, I love the characterizations, Harry in particular being adorkable. So passionate, soft, and easy together.)
• The Light More Beautiful by firethesound (81k)Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter’s help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn’t been enough to dim Draco’s obsession with him.(A++ favorite favorite favorite fic, it is hilarious with these amazing details, the pining is excruciating. Harry is an Auror instructor and Draco invents things.)
• When Hearts Are Freed by oldenuf2nb (23k)When Draco Malfoy’s gallery is robbed and a priceless magical artifact is stolen, he finds himself working with Chief Auror Harry Potter to both recover the fabulous necklace, and to prove he didn’t steal it himself.(I’m so happy with this fic, there’s assertive!Harry and romance and mystery and stolen kisses. The Romanov family jewels!! Such good writing too.)
• Nightcall by femmequixotic and noeon (116k)A hideously mauled corpse is found sprawled across the paving stones of Brick Lane in the East End of London. Inspector Harry Potter–widely believed to be the lead candidate for next Deputy Head Auror–is called in to investigate a possible magical crime. To make matters worse, his occasional lover and former school-nemesis, Viscount Draco Malfoy, now billing himself as a consulting criminologist, shows up at the crime scene to aid in the investigation of the suspicious death. Neither man will go away from the case unchanged, but will their combined forces be enough to fight the tide of danger that is sweeping London in the summer of 1910? And if they plumb the depths of the case, what bones of the past will they uncover?(I love this fic, it is the coolest thing, the case freaks me out and the Drarry in it gives me LIFE. Excellent writing, such passion, such an original setting.)
• The Darkness Before the Dawn by Ren (55k)A mysterious creature is loose in London, stalking and killing people. Auror Harry Potter requests the help of a liaison from the Beast Division and gets saddled with Draco Malfoy. Will they be able to stop the creature before it claims more lives?(YESS THIS ONE. They are so sweet together and they argue so much, Draco is all clever with the formulas, and the case is interesting. Very nice.)
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secretsmuttystash · 8 years ago
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Slytherin traditions fanfic *smut*
15th of the month and everyone in Slytherin house knew what that meant. On that day every month the seventh years cleared the common room, no one knew why except for them but it had been going on all year. From ten at night until three in the morning the common room was off limits and anyone who tried to sneak in from their dorm was cursed silly. No one tried after the first night, and the painful cursing override the curiosity. Men lounged around the common room; Blaise Zabini flicking his wand in boredom, Draco Malfoy brushing lent off of his t-shirt, Theodore Nott moving a pawn in his chess game against a confused looking Goyle as Crabbe looked on with a cocked head. Suddenly they heard the familiar click of heels coming down the stairs from the girls dormitory. Their heads snapped to watch the witch descend. Black peep-toe pumps, thigh-high sheer black tights attached to lacy black garter, black lacy boy short panties, a black lace bra holding in d-size breasts, long slim neck, blood red lips, green eyes lined to smoky perfection, and long wavy blonde hair. Sex on a stick in other words."Daphne darling, ravishing as usual," Blaise said standing up as Daph came to the middle of the room and turning in a slow circle before getting on her knees."I'm ready for you boys," she said with a smirk. The boys got to work immediately stripping themselves naked and circling her with their already hard cocks. Theo quickly thrust his cock into her mouth while she grabbed Goyle and Blaise's cocks in her hands and began t to stroke."I love how much of a slut you are!" Theo moaned as she took his cock into her throat and jerked off the two cocks in her hands. Soon the circle switched and she took Blaise' into her mouth while jerking off Malfoy and Crabbe. It was a blur of cock and Daphne loved it, she was the biggest slut in Hogwarts and she absolutely loved cock and cum. something that the Slytherin men took full advantage of by gang banging her every month.Malfoy pulled her up and ripped her panties off of her body and slipped the down her long legs as Blaise unsnapped her bra and released her huge tits. Now she was left in her stockings and heels, Malfoy bent her over and slammed his cock into her soaking wet pussy. He began to fuck her hard and fast and she was screaming in pleasure. Blaise shut her up by thrusting his cock into her mouth as they fucked her from either end. Theo, Crabbe, and Goyle were stroking their cocks next to her body, hitting them against her waist and breasts as they jerked them."You like being treated like a little whore don't you?" Blaise said as he fucked her mouth and Malfoy grabbed her hair and pulled it roughly as he slammed into her. She was moaning around the cock in her mouth when Blaise pulled out and Crabbe's thick member pushed past her lips. She was gagging on cock but she loved it, Draco could feel her pussy gushing with arousal as he slammed into her over and over. Draco pulled out of her and pushed her back down onto her knees, Theo came up infront of her and pressed her huge tits together and began to slide his cock between them. Her soft boobs formed tightness around him as he thrusted into them, Daphne grabbed Malfoy's cock and Blaise's cock in her hands and stroked them as she turned her head to allow Goyle to slip down her throat. Crabbe was jerking off next to her licking his lips at the sight."Come over here you little whore," Blaise said as he sat down on the couch, Daphne came over and lowered her pussy onto him and he began to pull her hips down onto him again and again. She moaned loudly loving the feeling of his big cock inside her slick pussy. Crabbe came up behind her and slowly pressed his thick dick into her tight little asshole."Oh yes fill be up with your cocks, give it to me! Yes!" Daphne moaned as the two men began to pound her holes hard and fast. Blaise grabbed her hips roughly as Crabbe reached around and kneaded her large tits, she moaned in pleasure when Goyle came up and stood on the couch, he grabbed her head and pulled her mouth onto his cock. Thrusting into her mouth roughly until she was gagging on every thrust."You love being treated like a little cock slut, I can feel your pussy gushing," Blaise groaned as he slammed up into her pussy. Draco and Theo sat on either side of the couch, so that Daphne could reach over and stroke their cocks. Blaise could feel she was close to the edge so he reached down to pinch her clit causing her to seize up and cum with a moan around the cock in her mouth as her holes squeezed the other cocks in her."Come here you dirty witch," Theo said laying down on the ground and pulling her on top of him, she kissed him sloppily as he slipped his cock easily into her pussy and began to fuck her as Goyle drove himself into her gaping asshole."Holy fuck yes!" She moaned loving all the cocks filling her up. Theo held her hips tightly as he pounded up into her pussy. Goyle grabbed her hair in his hands and pulled tightly as he slammed his cock into her insanely tight ass. Blaise came up beside her and she turned her head and took his cock covered in her own juices into her warm mouth. He slipped down into her throat again and groaning when her tongue swept across the slit of his cock. She was moaning around his cock as Theo and Goyle fucked her mercilessly. She was hurdling closer to the edge once more and when Theo hit a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her she came seeing stars, toes curling in pleasure. The boys pulled out of holes as Draco grabbed her and threw her down onto the couch, lifting her legs, running his hands along the smooth stockings he slammed himself into her pussy."Cum around my cock my dirty girl," he said smacking her clit quickly as he pounded into her pussy over and over. Her tits were bouncing with every thrust and she turned her head to welcome Goyle's thick cock in her mouth and took Crabbe's cock in her hand as Draco fucked her within an inch of her life."That's right you little cock whore, you love being fucked like the little cum slut you are," he said huskily smacking her clit and pounding her pussy deep and fast and hard. She was writhing and bucking her hips up into him as he fucked her. She moaned around Goyles thick cock as it slipped down her throat and she quickly stroked Crabbe's long cock. Draco pushed on her hard little clit and she came her back arching in pleasure as she gushed on his big dick."Bend over the couch," Blaise ordered as she rested her hands on the arm of the couch and bent over, her pussy juices dripping down her thighs. Blaise went first giving three hard thrusts into her pussy before pulling out and stroking his long thick cock next to her body. Next Goyle, Theo, Crabbe, and Draco in that order all pounding into her pussy pulling out and then stroking her cock."OH my god! Someone just make me cum!" she screamed as each of the cocks teased her to an orgasm and then pulled out. Crabbe slipped into her and pounded her as hard and fast as she could and just as he was about to pull out she reached behind her and pulled his ass to stay in as she milked his cock with a screaming orgasm. After she came down from her orgasmic high the boys pushed her onto her knees. And crowded around her face, they began to stroke their cocks around her face."Cum in my mouth, make me your cum bucket!" she moaned grabbing her tits and pinching her nipples as the boys began to cum. The shot their loads into her wide open mouth, the white sticky mess filled her mouth until the men let their spent cocks down. Once her mouth was full with cum she closed it and swallowed, licking her lips and the corners of her mouth for any lost drops.Daphne got up with a smile and kissed each of them on the lips briefly before heading back up the stairs. The boys watched her leave with a teasing sway of her naked hips."Fuck I love the 15th" Theo said with a grin.
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