#harry potter wizarding world au

[kaciebello]

Random texts with bf!Mattheo Riddle

Masterlist Social media masterlist ☀ Mattheo Riddle x reader Summary: just random texts from Mattheo Warnings: none Authors note: Haiya! I always wanted to try this type of thing so here is my attempt. I will definitely do one like this for all the boys, but if you have any prompt you wanna see all of them react to, don't hesitate and ask! Hope you like this a little bit! ‪♡

Tag list: @imobsessedwitholiviarodrigo , @klimovatereza-blog , @lafrone ,@enfppuff , @rafegfs , @frogtape , @lovelyygirl8 , @catiwinky, @anyam444 , @leeleecats , @ghostgardn , @reverse-soe , @ultramarinetovelvet , @iwishigotswallowed , @jazz-berry , @justatadbonkers , @partnerincrime0 , @schaebickel , @bunnyhopsstuff , @deluluassapocalypse , @adreamingpendulum

[evan-ate-that-up]

James running up to regulus and falling onto the floor hitting his head on the stones: hey

Regulus: ..what are you doing

James: I fell for you~ (winks)

[lunonoxart]

Sebastian Sallow 💚🐍

[dracomalfoy7]

LORENZO BERKSHIRE MOODBOARD

[retiredpeach]

Back to Hogwarts!au ~quidditch captain Jiang

[bitterspoons]

For once, I thought it was me.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Soulmate au where you can hear the songs your soulmate is listening to. Fred asks your best friend—Angelina—to the ball thinking she's his soulmate.

use of y/n

Warnings: Angst and just a lil' fluff

Word Count:

part one / part two coming soon

A/N: of course the first thing I write is a soulmate au 😭—it's fine and I hope you like it.

"Angelina!" Y/n calls, running over to the Gryffindor table—almost tripping over her feet before placing a hand on Angelina's shoulder.

"Yes?" Angelina looked up from her conversation with the Weasley twins and smiled at her best friend. The Great Hall was bustling with noise.

Y/n panted, catching her breath as she fixed her hair. "Sorry—I just—I ran—oh god I'm dying—" Y/n tried to catch her breath before waving her hand at the twins. "Give me a second—continue your conversation..."

Angelina chuckled before turning back to George and Fred. "This is my friend, Y/n." Angelina introduced. "She's in Hufflepuff so I doubt you would've met her."

Y/n waved, stealing some of Angelina's water.

"Why haven't you invited her to some of our parties?" George asked, batting his eyes. "It would've been nice, seeing a pretty face more often."

Angelina rolled her eyes at the flirt, making space next to her for Y/n. "Yeah, I've asked her but she's not a huge fan of social events." She explained. "It's a miracle she's even in the Great Hall—why aren't you with Willow?"

"Oh, I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out after Divination. Turns out my detention with Professor Sprout is cancelled!" The Hufflepuff said happily, still a bit red from George's flattering.

"Hell yeah!" Angelina cheered. "I told you she loves you."

Y/n smiled. "Yeah but turning her favorite plant into a pair of heels is pushing the line."

Fred cackled. "Y/n, You did what?!"

In her head, a symphony sounded. Him just saying her name sounded like an orchestra.

Pops of warmths fidgeted around her. She had always had a crush on the Weasley, and she never really knew when it happened. She hasn't told a soul and she never would. It was just— he always seemed so happy. She had made him happy, she made him laugh.

Y/n beamed as she explained how she had gotten too caught up with her conversation with Angelina about what shoes to wear for the Yule Ball, she had completely forgotten about the spell she was casting.

"Little Chéri's a troublemaker huh?" Fred teased, scrunching up his nose.

"Chéri?!" Angelina cackled—not a fan of pet names in the slightest.

George grumbled. "Fred has been learning French so he can impress girls."

Y/n laughed, taking a sip of Angelina's water again. "I think it's cute." She bit the tip of her thumbs, an old habit of hers.

"Ever the hopeless romantic, Y/n." Angelina commented, stealing her drink back.

The four engaged in conversation until a Slytherin tapped on Y/n's shoulder. "Uh—Y/n, I think I have a fitting right now." She said awkwardly, getting glares from the Gryffindors.

"Oh!" Y/n shot up, grabbing the last strawberry off of Angelina's plate before grabbing Angelina's pen—sticking it behind her ear—and running off, dragging the Slytherin with her.

"Hey!" Angelina protested, grumbling as she bit into her toast.

"What was that about?" Fred asked, battling Ron for the last corndog.

"Huh? Oh—Y/n and I are helping organise the Ball." Angelina explained, not seeing how Fred watched her run her fingers through her hair as she grabbed another pen to do her Potions Homework. "She's helping make and tailor people's outfits."

"Y/n?" Hermione clarified, popping into the conversation. "She's ridiculously talented, she made the dress I'm wearing!"

"She made adjustments on mine!" Angelina looked at Hermione. "I didn't like how bland my dress was, so she helped bedazzled it."

"Do you think she can fix Fred's dress?" George asked, earning a punch from Fred. "Ow! No seriously though, his tie is all wonky and his pants go way past his feet. Poor bloke's gonna trip!"

Angelina laughed, packing her stuff away and slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Find out yourself! I have to go check up on the Frog Choir."

Just a couple minutes later, Fred heard oddly croaky choruses from his soulmate.

●●●

Fred was trying to go the sleep that night, but all he could hear was stupid music.

When he couldn't decipher whether he was hearing it through his soulmate or if he was hearing it in the common room, he shoved his slippers on and slowly went down stairs.

As he peeked his head around the corner, he saw Angelina dancing with somebody—a CD player in the background as they laughed.

It was the same music playing in his head...Is Angelina—actually his soulmate?

He watched Angelina dance with her friend, practicing their dance for the ball before slowly going back upstairs.

Y/n and Angelina fell the floor in a heap, almost crying of laughter as Angelina stepped on Y/n's foot and then went crashing to the floor.

"So, are you planning on asking your mystery crush to the ball?" Angelina asked, rolling onto her stomach and popping the CD out.

Angelina didn't have a clue about her crush on one of the Weasley twins. Y/n refused to tell her, but she did give vague details about why she liked him so much.

"You think I have time for that?" Y/n questioned, brushing her hair. "Even if I did have the time to ask him, he's probably not even my soulmate."

"Who cares?" Angelina asked, exasperated.

Angelina was one of the people who couldn't hear music from their soulmate, it happened more than you'd think—about as common as dyslexia.

Angelina didn't give two fucks about whether the person she was dating was her soulmate, she tended to do whatever she wanted.

"Well—my soulmate is pretty cool too." Y/n protested.

"Well obviously!" Angelina retorted. "They has to be good enough for our Y/n"

"Oh stop it." Y/n laughed, throwing her hairbrush at Angelina. "I won't have time to ask someone and besides, I think he likes someone else." Y/n looked down, fiddling at the edge of her pink pyjamas.

"Your soulmate or your crush?"

"Maybe both!"

●●●

Fred woke up early today, mostly because he couldn't sleep. I mean, he just found his soulmate! This is the moment that everybody waits for, and it finally happened!

Fred was utterly in love with whoever his soulmate was. The two soulmates have sang duets with each other since they could talk—never making any action to try and find each other but Fred would be lying if he said he hadn't blasted music in his ears just to see if someone in the Great Hall would react.

His soulmate was constantly listening to music and singing songs, it comforted him whenever he heard it—especially since he's heard it since he was little.

And it was Angelina, a girl he was been trying not to crush on for ages.

Fred walked down the stairs, almost laughing when he saw Angelina.

Angelina and Y/n were completely passed out on the common room couches, paper sprawled out as they were doing a history of magic essay.

Fred shook Angelina awake. "Angie...Angie!"

Angelina fell off the bed. "What?"

Fred grinned. "I just thought you might wanna head to bed before the rest of the house wakes up."

Angelina rubbed her eyes before looking around—seeing essay papers, pens and her best friend, still sleeping as she sleepily held the tip of her thumb in her mouth and lulled herself asleep. "What time is it?"

"You have a little less than three hours before everybody else wakes up."

Angelina sighed, getting up and separating their papers and pens. "Hey, Fred?"

"Yeah?" He said hopefully.

"Can you do me a favour?"

Angelina handed him a messenger bag with little bows and gold chains decorating it, he took it without question as she continued.

"Do you think you could get Y/n to her common room? This is.. um This is the longest she's slept for a while and I don't know how to get into the Hufflepuff common room."

Fred thought for a moment—but who was he to deny his soulmate? After all, getting into the Hufflepuff dorms were easy—having learned the ins and outs of practically the whole school.

So Fred slung the bag across his shoulder and walked over to Y/n, still sleeping peacefully.

"Thank you!" Angelina grabbed her own supplies and started going up stairs. "You're the best!" She called. "I'll get you a tailoring with her today! Is dinner alright?"

Fred nodded, slowly picked Y/n up, putting her on the couch so he could give her a piggy back ride to her common room. "Hold on..."

Almost as if her sleeping body could hear it, Y/n's body tensed up, making it easier for Fred to carry.

So Fred walked out of the Gryffindor dormitories and started walking in the halls to go to the Hufflepuff common room.

The sun had barely risen, shining dull lights into the hallway and Fred felt Y/n shift in her sleep—ignoring how his skin fluttered as her breath rolled on top of it.

Fred almost stopped walking as Y/n shifted once more, making a small whimper, trying to pull her hand closer to her face.

"Chéri, if you move your hand, you're gonna fall—okay?" Fred said softly, adjusting his grip on her legs, making sure she wouldn't slip.

Y/n hummed in response, tucking her head on Fred's shoulder as he kept on walking.

Fred was halfway to the common room—walking slowly as to not wake up Y/n when he froze.

Having her thumb clasped between her fingers around Fred's chest, supporting her upper body weight—Fred felt her head twitching, needing something to soothe her to sleep.

Not wanting to have to explain the situation to the sleeping girl or disappoint Angelina—Fred adjusted the girl, now giving her a piggy-front, letting Y/n head sit comfortably against his neck.

Fred debated checking whether his face was on fire when the sleeping girl began to press little kisses on his neck, trying to substitute something for her thumb.

Fred continued walking, but why was he so flustered?

Maybe it’s his soulmate’s best friend.

What was her name again? Y/n?

Fred knocked on the Hufflepuff dorm door in the tune of Helga Hufflepuff. Before walking in and taking the stairs to the girl’s dormitory.

Trying not to feel awkward, he searched the dorm labels until he saw it.

______________

Girls Dorm #207

- Susan Bones

- Lia Diggory

- Y/n L/n

______________

Praising Merlin that she didn’t have too many roommates— He knocked on the door a few times, jumping up again to make sure Y/n didn’t slip.

"Hello?" A small voice asked, a very tired red head opened the door.

Fred gave an award smile. "I have a delivery?"

The girl smiled before letting him in and pointing at the empty bed and messed up desk.

Feed walked over, clutching on to Y/n as he quickly flipped the blanket open and tucked her instead. Y/n immediately latched onto the blankets.

Fred smiled before looking at her desk—tons of dress designs a long with tons of reminders everywhere when a certain one caught his eyes.

The Weasley Twins Inspired Dress

Curious, he picked up the sketch to see that she managed to make a confetti canon dress, inspired by that time he and George covered the Slytherin team in confetti right before a Quidditch match against Hufflepuff.

"I think you're cute together," Susan whispered bashfully, her cheeks pink.

"Oh no," her face fell when Fred denied it. "I already found my soulmate today."

"Oh I'm sorry." Susan apologised, combing her hair. "I just thought your h—never mind." She began to point at her neck before waving it off. "I assume you know how to take care of it?"

"Yeah! I'm planning on asking her to the yule ball!" Fred said, not having any idea what Susan was talking about.

"What? Ya know what—" Susan dug through her make up bag before grabbing Fred's arm and swatching some concealer shades. "You're lucky, you're my winter shade." Susan tossed Fred a concealer wand before shooing him out. "Bye!"

Holding onto the concealer, extremely confused, Fred walked back to him common room before going into the bathroom.

"Shit." Fred vocalised, realising why Susan Bones has thrown him concealer.

A light hickey lay on the side of his neck where Y/n had been.

Fred spent the next two hours trying to figure out how concealer worked.

He didn't understand it—instead opting for a scarf instead to cover up the blotchy disaster he created on his neck.

●●●

Y/n genuinely didn't question why she woke up in her bed and more concerned on her planner—you could see her running up and down the halls all day.

"Professor Moody, may I borrow Ron Weasley please?"

Ron showed her his suit for the ball. "Never mind, you're beyond help. Professor Moody, you can have him back." Y/n said, scribbling something out in her planner.

Taking the stairs, Y/n just started walking—flipping to the back of her planner to edit some sketches and ideas for dresses—not noticing the stair cases changing directions.

Walking up and down and sideways along the halls, Y/n kept walking until she bumped into someone.

"I'm so sorry!" She said automatically only to be shushed by two voices. "Huh—?"

""SHH!" Y/n looked at the two Weasley twins.

"Why?" She asked, looking around to see nobody.

"I don' know," Fred admitted.

"We're skipping, so I assume we have to be quiet." George finished.

The Hufflepuff scoffed. "I'm not skipping. I did all my work in advance so I could focus of the dress making." She looked down at the planner. "And on that note—you have a appointment with me in two minutes. We can't be late!"

"Does that mean you have the answers?" Fred asked as he got dragged away.

"We can discuss answers after we're on time for our session."

"If it's our appointment, how can we be late?"

Y/n sighed, shaking her head. “It’s fine we’re almost there, Willow’s gonna be upset.”

“Who?”

Y/n dragged Fred near a tree where a small desk, mannequins and color swatches were, Y/n thrust Fred upon a little platform until tree branches began to swing around chaotically.

“Willow! Calm down! This isn’t Ron! This is a different Weasley!” Y/n started yelling.

“Willow? As in the Whomping Willow?!”

“Stop moving!” Y/n snapped, petting the branches. “Willow didn’t like it when your brother nearly killed her with a car. I think she has like— Weasley trauma.”

Fred cackled. “Weasley trauma?” A tree branch slapped the back of his head. “Hey!”

“She’s very sensitive.” Y/n defended. “Speaking of Ron, please tell me your suit isn’t as hideous.”

“Don’t worry— I just have a normal suit… I wasn’t sure if I should’ve brought it so I just wore it—”

“That’s perfect. Mind shrugging off the jacket and scarf?”

Nervously, Fred took off the scarf and jacket, revealing the concealer mess on his neck.

“Oh sweetie, what the hell happened to your neck!” Y/n cooed. "Goodness, let me help you. You're gonna break out... Accio makeup kit!"

"I have every shade under the sun, I'm helping people with their makeup too." Y/n waved her hand down. "Get down, off." Y/n stepped onto the platform as Fred stepped off, facing Y/n.

Y/n took a makeup wipe and cleaned up the spot before taking out a whisk and spinning it on the hickey.

"When did you learn how to hide hickey? Does that even work?" Fred asked, watching the metal kitchen utensil.

"Oh hush, it's common knowledge." Y/n pushed his face away, continuing to whisk. "It helps the blood disperse. Next time, put ice on it before it bruises."

Shade matching and blending it in, Y/n hoped Fred couldn't hear her heart beating out of her chest as she finished hiding the red mark. "See? Like it never even happened."

Willow presented a mirror for Fred to see for himself, thank god because that scarf was very itchy.

"Now, how much are we thinking off the tie?" Y/n held up a tape measure and a sharpie, tucking the sharpie behind her ear. "It supposed to be around your belt buckle...Do you feel comfortable with it over here?"

Fred nodded, looking at her in the mirror more than him. Why hadn't he seen her more often? Has she been friends with Angelina for a long time?

"Lovely...okay do you mind if I take this?" Y/n took the colorful tie off Fred and held it up to Willow." Willow, this is Fred's tie." Willow held onto the tie.

"Okay just one second..." Y/n brought out a sheet of brown fabric and a sheet of black fabric and hopped onto the platform with him. She pulled the black one around half of his chest and the brown one around the other half.

"Okay so I think the brown is more flattering on you, I feel like you look paler with the black one—Hey!"

Fred's head started tilting to one side as he imagined Angelina and her hanging out—still in disbelief he had actually found his soulmate.

Y/n grabbed his jaw and moved it so that it faced her. "Sorry, I just need to see—" Y/n furrowed her eyebrows confused as Fred pointed at something in the distance behind her.

Y/n looked behind her only for her jaw to pulled back and facing Fred, pulling the same move she had accidentally done to him. "Touché," She smiled—desperately hoping she wasn't blushing.

"How long have you friends with Angelina?" Fred asked, snapping Y/n out of her mental freakout.

"Oh—uh, since first year. We met on the train." Y/n cast a spell to turn Fred's suit brown. "Yeah that looks better—you looked like you were going to a funeral."

“Then why do I never see you guys hang out?”

Y/n thinks before answering. “I like to keep myself busy, that or I just eat in the kitchen.”

“Why not hang out with Angelina?”

“Uh- Well Alicia and I don’t really get along so I don’t want to make it weird for Angelina. Besides, most of the time Angelina hangs out with me in the kitchen.”

So that’s why Fred never sees Angelina in the Great hall. “Why the kitchen?”

“Because the house elves love me.” Y/n smiled, writing her to do list. “Besides, I like baking.”

Fred stepped off the platform and watched Y/n write. “Do you bake any of the food in the Great Hall?”

“The brownies, but sometimes I also cook the ribs but I like baking more than cooking.”

Fred loves the brownies, he eats them every time they show up on the table.

“Speaking of food… It’s dinner, you better hurry before all the seats are taken.” Y/n starting putting things away and getting out a dress presumingly belonging to her next appointment.

Fred stepped off the small platform, checking his covered hickey once more before starting to turn around. "You aren't going to dinner?"

"Maybe later." She responded quickly, casting a spell on the dress. "Not hungry. " She said briefly. "You can pick up your tie by like tomorrow."

"Alright then, I'll see you around?"

"Sure. Angelina! Can you grab that?" A piece of fabric swirled away in the wind near an approaching Angelina.

Fred walked away, happy with his day and his fitting appointment.

(A/N lmao I have nooooo idea how to end these. Part two could be ready tomorrow or in 3 months, we'll see.)

[theblack3stday]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲 — remus lupin

Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!musician!reader

Summary: while Remus is in a bad mood, your music makes him feel good

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: none (fluff)

Remus Lupin was having a bad day. Actually, he has been feeling down lately, grappling with dark thoughts and feeling overwhelmed by his life. He knew that he shouldn't isolate himself, but it was hard to pull himself out of his slump when everything seems so pointless and bleak. It seemed like everything was going wrong, from the detention he got with the Marauders to the headache he had been having since this morning. And we shouldn’t forget the full moon which was after a week.

As he walked through the street he heard something that caught his attention. It was a low and calming sound - the sound of a brass instrument being played, an euphonium. He entered the place you were performing.

You were dressed in a uniform, which was weird because you were performing, but the truth is you were working there as a waitress. You approached your boss, begging him to give you a chance to perform. After so many unlucky trials, he finally agreed to give you a chance, but on one condition. You could only perform one song, and it had to be absolutely perfect. You prepare the song you've been practicing so hard at and take a deep breath before stepping onto the stage. Your heart is pounding and your legs are shaking, but you take control of your nerves and focus on the task at hand. The crowd falls into silence as you begin to play. As you play your song, you feel yourself relax and let the music flow through you. The crowd's silence fills you with a sense of confidence as you pour all of your heart and soul into the performance. Your fingers move effortlessly between the notes, producing a melody that is both calming and soothing. It's as if you and the instrument were one, making them sing in harmony. You feel a sense of satisfaction as you finish the last note and the crowd erupts into applause. From the corner of your eye, you see a brown haired tall boy on foot looking at you admiringly. As you look up, your eyes meet and you feel a spark of connection between you two. Your eyes linger on each other a little too long, feeling a sense of longing. You can't help but feel drawn to his gentle and warm gaze.

That night, your boss gave you the opportunity to perform one song each night. The permission came with a condition – perfection. As you stepped onto the stage each evening, the euphonium in your hands became an extension of your emotions.

Remus came to the same cafe every night, eager to watch you perform. And every time, your eyes meet, lingering for just a little too long, as if neither of you wanted to break the connection. The attraction between you was palpable, and yet it remained unspoken. Both of you felt the pull of the moment, the desire to know each other, but both of you hold back. Your eyes continued to meet each night, sharing the same silent moment of connection. Remus, dealing with his own struggles, found a comfort there. Though you never exchanged words, the unspoken connection spoke volumes. The room seemed to hold its breath as you played, your fingers dancing gracefully over the instrument. Your performances became a nightly ritual for both of you, neither of you wanting the night to end just yet. You shared a special connection in the moment, feeling drawn to each other, but still keeping a distance. Remus stood among the crowd, feeling his heart leap with each glance you shared. At these moments, the music played a larger role than just sound, becoming a conduit for emotions and expression. There was an electricity between the two of you, and each night it grew a little stronger.

But one night Remus didn't come. You couldn't help but feel disappointed when you realized he wasn't there. You looked around the cafe, searching for him among the crowd. You felt a strange feeling of sadness and longing, wishing he would have come. You played your song, but it didn't have the same energy as usual. Everything felt off without him there. You didn’t even know his name, but his absence was enough for you to feel bad. That night your boss told you that he couldn’t let you perform anymore. You were going to be the forgotten musician again.

The other day Remus came back. When he walked into the street, he was distracted by a familiar voice. As he looked around, he saw you. Your hair was tied up in a bun with a ribbons, giving her a somewhat more mature look. But it was your voice that drew his attention. You were singing a song, one that he had heard many times before, but this time you were on your own at the corner of the street. As you sing alone with no one paying much attention to you, Remus stands there listening, his eyes fixated on you the whole time. He had the impression that you are singing straight from the heart, pouring all of your feelings into it. You keep singing, and as the last note comes, Remus is still staring at you, unable to tear his gaze away.

"It's quite surprising to see you perform alone at the street, I've always seen you on stage. May I ask why you chose to perform here instead?” he asked, as long as your performance ends, his brown eyes reflecting genuine curiosity.

You met his gaze, the connection between you two intensifying as you explained, “Sometimes, the magic of music feels more authentic in the simplicity of the street. I’m just kidding, my boss told me that I couldn’t perform there anymore, because last night i performed kinda bad.”

Remus chuckled at your unexpected confession, the tension easing between you. “Well, I wasn’t there, but I’m sure that last night’s performance was amazing just like the night before, and before, and before..,” he replied with a playful twinkle in his eyes.

You raised an eyebrow in surprise, the corner of your lips curling into a smirk. “Are you sure you’re not just saying that to spare my feelings?”

He shook his head, sincerity in his gaze. “Absolutely not. Your music has a way of reaching deep within, I could listen you performing forever.” The compliment warmed your heart. You felt a tingle of excitement as you hear his words, a warm feeling of butterflies filling your stomach. You couldn't help but feel your heart pounding in your chest, and a blush rising to your cheeks. Remus's words had hit home, and you couldn't help but feel touched. This connection that you were feeling felt so authentic and genuine. You couldn't help but feel drawn to him. You both stood there, staring deep into each other’s eyes, enjoying the moment and feeling the warm connection.

“What is your name? I don’t even know it, yet i find myself completely enchanted by your voice and your music.” he asks with a smirk on his face.

“My name is Y/n.” you reply with a smile. You see him smile back, and it feels like your worlds have merged. You feel his eyes on you, and the feeling is captivating. "Well, I’m still waiting to learn the name of the handsome brown-eyed boy who comes to watch me every night?"

“My name is Remus Lupin,” he replies with a hint of amusement in his voice. You notice a twinkle in his eyes as he teases you.

You grinned, “Ah, the mysterious boy finally has a name. What’s your story, Remus Lupin?”

“I will tell you, in one condition.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle “I had enough with those conditions!”

“This one is fun, trust me. You’ll sing and I’ll tell.” he says softly.

You looked at him surprised by his response. You have never thought that somebody would want to listen you performing.

Remus, still wearing that amused smile, couldn’t resist teasing, “So, Y/n, any chance I get to hear that magical euphonium again tonight?”

You responded with a playful glimmer in your eyes, “Well, Remus Lupin, if you’re a good audience and a good storyteller, who knows what might happen tonight?” you said teasing him back.

[r0mantic-f00l]

had thoughts about muggle!sirius and reader in modern world, so I wrote it. hope you guys enjoy!

Paradise

Gold rays of sunlight slips through the opened windows, the forgotten curtains flowing gently as the breeze whispers against them, a welcome chill entering the room as birds chirp their morning melodies. The sky is a bright blue, an indication that the Sun has been awake for a while now, refreshed and ready to smile upon familiar faces.

You are laying in bed, relaxing in the softness of the cushion beneath your head, the firmness yet comfiness of the mattress beneath your body, but most of all, basking in the feeling of your boyfriend's arm strewn across your waist, his breath on your neck.

In truth, you have been awake for a while, perhaps since 8am, but your body refused to leave personal heaven, and you knew you would hate yourself later for disturbing the serenity of this scene if you did get up.

Sirius snores softly behind you, making you grin. He has always been one to wake up late and stay up late. Unfortunately for you, that means you have to stay up late too because your boyfriend can't stand when you go to bed at a different time than him.

It doesn't feel right, he says. For him to go to sleep, he needs to have a whispered conversation, a kiss or two, then finally he needs to watch you go to sleep first, knowing that you're at peace in his arms.

He is quite sweet, really. Annoying, but quite sweet.

Disturbing the peace, an alarm rings out into the air, making the two of you groan as Sirius lifts his arm off your waist and wafts it around until he feels his phone (with his eyes still closed) and switches his alarm off.

"Sorry, darling." He murmurs with his groggy voice, a soft peck gifted to your shoulder blade as he settles back into his previous position.

"Hmm, it's OK." You hum, snuggling closer to Sirius' warmth.

"What time is it?"

Sirius shrugs.

"Dunno."

You sigh, though you are amused in your boyfriend's lazy antics.

"Maybe you should check the clock then?"

Sirius groans, yet he still moves again, opening his eyes this time to switch on his phone, which lays on the bedside table, to glance at the clock.

He places it back down again, and turns to your body once more, closing his eyes.

"It's quarter past 10."

You yawn.

"Weren't you supposed to be in work half an hour ago?"

Sirius nods, though you can't see, but you know his answer anyway.

"Yeah."

He moves again, lifting up his phone and dialing a number.

You turn to face him, staring at him as his hand rubs over his face, waiting for whoever he called to answer.

"Hello?" His groggy voice makes you grin.

"Yeah, hi, it's Sirius, Sirius Black." He clarifies, yet it isn't necessary as the person on the other line knows who the voice belongs to; the person has heard the croakiness a dozen times by now.

"Yeah, I'm not coming in today. I got a cold."

You smile widely, resting your head on his chest.

"Again, yeah. Well sorry Brenda but I can't help it when I'm sick, you know."

His attitude makes you snicker, hiding your face in his chest as Sirius grins at your amusement.

"Yeah, I'll see you on Monday. Bye."

He hangs up, tossing his phone on the bedside table as your laughter grows louder, allowed to freely laugh as loud as you want without Brenda hearing you.

"What did Brenda do to deserve that attitude?" You rest your chin on his chest, your entire body laying on top of his as Sirius' arms snakes their way around your waist, his eyes gazing down at you as his smile only grows in that charming, Sirius Black way.

"She questioned me, like I'm purposely missing work."

"Well, you are purposely missing work."

"She doesn't know that!" Sirius argues, making you laugh, and it appears as though the room has turned more golden in the wake of your joy. Or maybe that is just Sirius' lovesick gaze.

"You do know that you might be sacked? I mean, you're going to have to go back into work at some point if you want us to keep living here."

Sirius brushes his hand through your hair, a normal action that still makes your heart jump and your cheeks ache with a smile.

"It's fine, worse comes to worse I'll make my money on the street."

You tilt your head, a perplexed yet amused grin on your face.

"On the street?"

"Yeah, I'll parade around in that tight little black skirt you got, show off my ass to dodgy strangers with money."

You giggle, making your boyfriend chuckle as well.

"You do have a nice ass."

"Thank you, my love." Sirius drags you gently up his body and nuzzles your nose before giving you a soft kiss, making you melt in his arms as his hands hold your face, his fingers brushing over your cheeks as he pulls away and smiles as if he is in true paradise.

He really is in true paradise, his paradise.

"So what's on the agenda today, Siri?" You ask, a soft murmur but due to your close distance, Sirius still hears it.

"Well, I was thinking of making you breakfast in bed first."

"Hmm, what would you make me?" You sit up, straddling his lap as Sirius stares up at you like you're his angel, his goddess.

"Pancakes with blueberries and syrup?"

You nod, grateful that your boyfriend knows you so well.

"After breakfast in bed?"

"Hmm, maybe sex?" Sirius sits up, a magnetic force pulling him close to you as he grins cheekily, delighting in your laughter.

"OK, and after that?"

"We watch the news, catch up with the rest of the world, then sex again,"

"Right, then after that?"

"It'll be teatime so I'll order takeaway and we watch a film."

"..No sex?"

"Oh no, definitely sex afterwards."

You giggle, rolling your eyes at the reminder that your boyfriend is indeed a boy. But you can't help but think that your day will be a very good day.

Sirius grins. "Sounds good?"

You nod. "Sounds perfect."

He blinks and his eyes turn soft for a moment, love filling up and bursting out, as his hand tucks your hair behind your ear, his other hand holding your waist.

"I love you. So much." He whispers before kissing you, gentle and soft, like he wants to savour the serenity he feels with you not just in this moment, but always.

You pull away, resting your forehead on his as your hands run up his arms and snakes their way into his hair, running your fingers through his long, soft black waves.

"I love you too."

Sirius smiles, but with a mischievous glint behind his eye, his usual look, before flipping you over and kissing you with such passion, though with not as much passion as he would like due to your laughing fit, so he moves his kisses to your neck, smiling against your skin as he feels the vibrations of your laughter, the giddiness and love overtaking him too.

This really is paradise.

[dapper-suitor]

ron better book it

[ravenelyx]

Cobwebs - Sebastian Sallow

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

Words: 2k

Chapter Warnings: jealousy, light angst/angst if you squint, fluff, Sebastian's comfort food is corn apparently idk, suggestive (barely)

Summary: When a festival in your hometown causes you to dress up with medieval clothes, dance and act, Sebastian couldn't be happier and more proud - until he realises you will have a partner through all of it. And the partner is not him.

A/N: for the Sallow Sunday challenge !! I'm late in my country but it's still Sunday somewhere - inspired by a festival I went to today (literally came back at 1 am and wrote this: it's currently 5 am)

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Sebastian had woken up with the biggest grin on his face. A rare occurrence, really, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wipe it off his mouth.

Because today, apparently, was special.

He had been waiting for two weeks since his girlfriend had told him the news: at first Sebastian didn't really understand her ardour, but the delighted expression on her face was enough to propel the boy to match the enthusiasm completely.

There was a festival in her hometown: a celebration that, for one reason or another, had been impossible to arrange for about ten years. It was her favourite, she had said, because of its theme — a living re-enactment of old times, with dances and traditional clothing from her home — even more so now that she was chosen to be one of the people who was supposed to parade as an extra.

She was to wear a beautiful medieval tunic, and had to attend rehearsals everyday. As much as Sebastian wished to follow her there to see her hard work, she insisted that she wanted to keep it a surprise for when he finally saw her at the fest.

He had sulked a bit at that moment, but had been since then looking forward to seeing his beautiful girlfriend in an amazing dress.

He stood in the front row, having arrived early just to earn a perfect spot to bask in her splendid beauty ringside as soon as she came, and patiently waited for her to appear, nodding his head to the folklore music in the meantime. When the parade started, his body shook all over in anticipation, standing on his toes, eyes darting everywhere to catch a glimpse of his beloved.

And she was perfect.

Hair cascading in little twirls locked in a beautiful braid on her shoulder, adorned with a headband on the crown of her head, she smiled brightly, her lips shining with clear gloss. Her face was still natural-looking, with makeup that matched her features and made her look even more ethereal, and her green bliaut hugged her figure in ways that left little to Sebastian's imagination as his jaw fell open. It was tight at the waist, her corset even harsher around her flank under the kirtle, and adorned with a brown cincture knotted around her abdomen. Her only exposed parts were her cleavage, from which Sebastian could see a peak of her chemise, and her wrists, where the gown widened slightly. She moved with elegance and poise, careful to mind each graceful motion of her arm as she walked, and Sebastian felt his cheeks hurt with how wide his smile was,  almost tearing at the corners of his mouth.

A smile that fell as soon as his eyes darted away from her gorgeous figure.

The parade consisted of couples dressed in different ways, only interrupted here and there by close groups of musicians who accompanied them, and as such, she was on another's arm as she moved.

And, Sebastian noticed, he was very handsome — much more handsome than he was, with his chiseled jawline and elegant walk. He held her arm carefully as they walked together, chin up and perfectly in line, straight posture and measured walk. It was clear he had rehearsed for a long time.

And he had rehearsed with her.

Sebastian felt something sour and ghastly bubble in his stomach when they finally stopped. She turned to the man next to her, and he bowed gallantly at the waist before taking her hand in his.

The dance started. The musicians moved to the side, while the couples took their place in the midst of the plaza, moving from side to side at the fast paced rhythm of folklore music. When she went forward, he did the same, arms bending to meet. And then they stepped away together, extending their arms all the same, hands never separating. The steps of their frolic echoing in Sebastian's ears, thundering in his brain at the ease and preparation with which the couple moved together. She twirled in the man's arms, taking a step back and then twirled again on the opposite side, and Sebastian’s hands began to shake. Their manoeuvres were so measured, so controlled they must have rehearsed a lot. They must have spent a lot of time together to perfect it. Hours and hours, days of days of his beloved dancing with another man.

Panic seeped its way into his core: What if those days of rehearsal had awoken something in her? Something that made her realise that the man dancing with her was better than Sebastian in every way?

He didn't dare go further with his thoughts… but what if…

The crowd cheered, pulling Sebastian from his reverie, and he looked at her. And she was looking at him, too, wearing a bright smile, eyes shining as she silently asked him what he thought. Her forehead glistened a bit with sweat, a sign of her hard work, and Sebastian forced a smile on his face, nodding at her. She nodded back and turned to the man again.

A new dance began.

-

She had been on that man's arm most of the night, entertaining kids and adults all the same, dancing with him once a new folklore song started, and even re-enacting some play scenes along with the other extras.

Sebastian was left watching, embittered by the sight so much that, at some point, he had to completely avoid said sight.

Whenever he saw a glimpse of her beautiful figure, he would turn around and go into another alley, hoping to find some solace in the street food he had been shamelessly indulging in since the fest started.

"Sickle for your thoughts?" The man in front of him asked Sebastian at some point, after the brunet had visited his corn stand at least three times. "I can't give you another cob."

Sebastian scowled, but he had to admit the man was right. His stomach couldn't take it anymore.

"My girlfriend… she…" Sebastian began, kicking the dirt while the man stirred a huge cauldron of maize porridge. "She looks absolutely gorgeous today…"

"I hardly see how that's something to be concerned about," the man lifted an eyebrow. "Has the corn gone to your head? Why isn't your mesmerising girlfriend on your arm?"

"Because she's on another's arm," Sebastian blurted out, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "And I can't do anything about it!"

A beat of silence followed. Sebastian bit his lip harshly, while the man seemed to understand the situation. He handed the brunet another cob. "Maybe you do need another."

Sebastian's shoulders slumped and he took up the offer, defeated, biting on the warm kernels. "It's just…" he spoke, voice muffled by his full mouth as he moved the cob around frustratingly. "Today was supposed to be a celebration, and instead I'm here with you and those damn cobs!"

He took another bite and the man sighed. "Just go find her is my advice. You're a handsome lad, and the dress up time has been over for a while I reckon, so she can be yours for the rest of the night."

"What if she doesn't want to be?" The words left Sebastian's lips without hesitation. "He's much more handsome than I am! Maybe she's even… they're even…"

He didn't want to think about it, the idea making the back of his eyes sting a little.

"If she was, why would she invite you?" The man shrugged. "And don't finish that corn, you hear me? Give it to her before your stomach gives up on your body more than you've given up on your dignity."

Sebastian grimaced at the man's harsh words, but he could feel his stomach grumble in protest and he knew he was right. He reluctantly let his now-comfort food lay at his side in his hand, and he made his way through the decorated alleys, dragging his feet like some chained torture was pulling at him.

Maybe it was good if he found her — just to give her his corn, that was. It would have been a shame to waste it.

"Seb! Where were you?" She asked in concern once his legs came to a stop in the plaza. "You weren't at the plays. I just… did you not like them?" She asked, voice feeble and unsure, and Sebastian felt his stomach twist as he realised he'd failed her once again.

"I… got you corn," he retorted weakly, handing her the half-eaten cob.

She took it with a frown, and then she met his eyes with disbelief. "You ate corn all this time?"

Sebastian blushed deeply, before his chest turned cold again at the sight of the man standing behind her.

"You were with him all this time?" He asked caustically, shifting his weight on his leg and crossing his arms defensively.

She was at a loss for words. "What— are you serious right now?"

"Very much."

"He's my partner!" She claimed, raising her voice, the cob in her hands swinging dangerously.

"No!" He snapped, unwinding his arms and taking a step closer. "I am your partner!"

She gasped a few times, unable to retort as she saw the look on his face. He wasn't angry, despite his deep frown and lips pressed together. He was hurt.

"Sebastian," she sighed, stepping closer. "It's just a festival…"

"You danced with him," he responded, the heat radiating from her body making his resolve crumble. "You must have rehearsed a lot."

"Yes, for the festival." The hand that wasn't holding the cob of corn came to lay on his cheek, and he melted in her touch.

"Still, I didn't like the way he looked at you!" He hissed, gesticulating sharply, trying to restrain himself from pacing back and forth as he usually did. "You look gorgeous and…"

"Sebastian… he's married," she sighed, her thumb rubbing soothing circles on his cheekbone, "and he's like… five years older than me."

Sebastian was quiet at that, a small blush coming to rest on his ears when he realised. "So… well married men can… I mean…"

"Not him… trust me," she chuckled, now so close she could bump her nose to his. "Besides," she smiled, amused. "It's a small town, and he's my cousin."

Sebastian gasped, mouth falling open at the revelation. How stupid could he be? He had been sulking the entire evening, missing her plays and hard work just because… because…

"Were you jealous?" She asked, nuzzling his cheek.

Because he was jealous.

"I… I…" he stuttered. "I might have been… eating more corn than necessary."

She laughed against his skin, and he smiled fondly at the sound.

"Yes, I imagined that," she said, handing the cob to her cousin and taking Sebastian's hand in hers, guiding him through the alleys. "But no more corn now."

Sebastian frowned, confusion evident on his features, and she smiled at his face as she got a bundle of keys from the aumoniere hanging from her belt.

"It's my family home," she explained, "and it's empty."

She pulled him inside once she opened the door, immediately wrapping her arms around his neck once he was close enough.

"I'm just…" he began, feeling like it wouldn't be right to do anything without apologising for his behaviour. "I'm sorry I missed your plays," he whispered, feeling guiltier than ever as her lips pressed on his skin tenderly. "I should have valued you more…"

"You've seen the first two ones," she smiled and pressed another kiss on his jaw. "Last two were boring anyway."

"Still, I should have enjoyed them," he protested, returning her kisses. "And your dress, too… you look so beautiful… so…"

"Well… dress up time is over," she whispered, mouth hovering his. "Care to help me with that?"

Sebastian let out a low chuckle at that, smirking against her lips. "Oh, I'm so going to enjoy that."

He pushed his arm back and pressed his palm on the door, closing it loudly behind him.

[kaciebello]

Random texts with bf!Lorenzo Berkshire

Masterlist Social media masterlist ☀ Lorenzo Berkshire x reader Summary: just random texts from Lorenzo  Warnings: none Authors note: Haiya! I always wanted to try this type of thing so here is my attempt. I will definitely do one like this for all the boys, but if you have any prompt you wanna see all of them react to, don't hesitate and ask! Hope you like this a little bit! ‪♡

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[pasukiyo]

YOU'RE ALWAYS GONNA BE MINE

| CHAPTER THREE

a royalty au. remus lupin x princess!reader. multi-part series. series masterlist.

word count; 5,336 summary; she's wonderstruck. some may call her foolish for being so infatuated with a man she hardly knew, but he made her so curious. curious about him, the world, about what could be. and she makes remus just as curious. but when he finds out about her upcoming betrothal, he isn't quite sure how to feel...

so even in a different life, you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless...

 The Princess sighed as she approached the door of her quarters— Marlene seemed to have been successful in convincing the guard to stay away. She was practically levitating— gliding through the open door of her bedroom and sighing as she softly shut the door closed behind her, falling back against it at last. 

 Marlene sprang up from the corner of the room and rushed over to the Princess, her eyes wide and terrified, her gaze scanning over here, searching for any signs of injury. When she reached the bottom of her dress, she shrieked, her hands rushing to cover her mouth. 

 “Great Merlin… is that… is that blood?” Marlene’s exclamation hardly passed as a whisper as she gazed wide-eyed at the Princess. “Gods, I knew I shouldn’t have let you go! What will the King and Queen say? Where are you bleeding? Where are you hurt? Why do you have that look in your—“

 “I’m fine, Marlene,” the Princess finally intervened, blinking up at her handmaiden, her teeth latched on her bottom lip in an attempt to contain her smile. Marlene cocked an eyebrow and leaned back from the Princess, an incredulous expression on her face. “Then what is this look on your face for?”

 The Princess’ heart drummed in her chest and she took a moment to breathe, inhaling through her nose, exhaling out her mouth. Her cheeks burned at the memory of the night’s tale and she released her lip, letting her mouth curve into a grin. “Marls, I’ve met someone.”

 Marlene blinked, her mouth opening and closing yet, nothing came out. “You’ve… met someone?” She reiterated and the Princess breathed a small laugh, nodding and slipping past the handmaiden, working on stripping herself from her dress. “You’ve… met someone… where, exactly?” Marlene followed the Princess to the changing screen, watching as she tossed the dirty blue dress over the top, the corset next to join. 

 Marlene blinked and took a couple steps backwards when the Princess emerged from behind the screen, a nightgown draped loosely on her body, fingers brushing through her hair. She grinned, “the forest, of course.”

 Marlene had never seen the Princess this way before. This was quite the stark difference from her behavior earlier— she wasn’t quite sure what to think of it. “And you’ve met… who exactly?” Marlene questioned, staring down the Princess as she sank down onto her mattress, swinging her legs over the side and blinking up at the ceiling, a curious gleam in her eye. 

 “A boy,” the Princess sighed, muscles relaxing and deflating into the pillows below. Marlene blinked once, twice, thrice, as if if she blinked enough, she’d wake up, and all of this would’ve just been a dream. She eyed the Princess as she stared up into the textures on the ceiling, her lips curved into an upwards crescent. 

 “A… boy…?” Marlene said slowly, as if testing the idea. The Princess glanced over to where the handmaiden stood beside the bed, uncertain as she fiddled with her fingers. She rolled over to her side and propped her head up with an elbow pressed into the plush of the mattress, “yes. He was… he was…” she paused, wondering where on earth she should even begin. “…different. Unlike anyone I’ve ever met. It was quite peculiar how we met actually.”

 “How do you mean?” Marlene asked, sinking down into the mattress beside the Princess, hands folded in her lap as she eyed her. The Princess rolled her bottom lip between her teeth, reminiscing what had happened only an hour before. Their encounter was, in fact, quite strange and perhaps would sound even more peculiar when spoken aloud. How could she tell Marlene she was wonderstruck by a sick man out in the middle of the woods whom she found vomiting and bleeding from self-inflicted wounds?

 “He was… running ill,” the Princess, while appreciative Marlene bit her tongue, already could tell by the way the handmaiden rocked once back and forth that she had a remark at the ready. “It must’ve been a miracle I found him. He was bleeding— hence…” she nodded towards the bloodied dress across the room. “But even while ill, he was so… enchanting. No man has ever made me feel this way… and I must sound mental, considering I was with him for not even an hour.”

 The Princess sighed again, her thoughts echoing his name, the weight of it on the tip of her tongue. “And his name is Remus.”

 Marlene only blinked, turning her head to face the window as the moonlight spilled inside the bedroom, the stars winking when she met their gaze. She was skeptical, of course she was, but the Princess looked so… different. A good different, she hoped, at least. The Princess was so upset earlier, so somber and never again did Marlene want to see her in such a way. She seemed like someone entirely new now, the happiest she supposed she had seen her in a long while. 

 She didn’t have the heart to ruin that right now. 

 Just before she could turn back around to wish the Princess good night, a small shadow eclipsed the moon in the window and Marlene narrowed her eyes, squinting and leaning closer for a better look. It was an owl, mottled brown and white with big, dark eyes blinking at her curiously as she nudged at the glass with her beak, a rolled parchment tied to her claw. 

 “Princess,” Marlene nudged the Princess’ knee. “It’s Athena.”

 Marlene turned in just enough time to see the Princess’ head snap towards the window, springing up from the bed and scampering over to the window, setting herself down on the window seat to push it up. “Thena!” She exclaimed, using the knuckle of her forefinger to caress the owl’s cheek affectionately. She carefully undid the emerald green ribbon that tied the parchment to the owl’s claw, raking her fingernails through the feathers atop Athena’s head, earning a tender hoot in response. 

 “I think I’ll be heading off to bed, highness,” Marlene bowed her head as the Princess glanced up at her from the letter in her hands, lips curved in a smile as she nodded. “Okay,” she replied. “Sweet dreams, Marls.”

 Marlene nodded as she made her way to the door, hand in the knob as she whispered, “goodnight, Princess,” before heading off to her own quarters, her mind a jumbled and conflicted mess. 

 The Princess let the parchment unravel in her fingers, her dear friend’s handwriting staring up at her, breathing a laugh through her nostrils as she read the introduction. 

 ‘Dear Princess (and hopefully not Peter),

 Marriage?! To whom??

 I apologize, my dear friend, for my surprise. Yet, even my mother and father have yet to force me into betrothal, and I am older than you. Marriage is absolutely preposterous! You’re so young! You’re only, what, twenty? Of course, I’ve heard of princesses getting married much younger, but it still seems so inhumane. You’ve only been a woman for two years!

 It’s an outrage, if you ask me. Why are we expected to marry men we’ve never met? Men we don’t know anything about? Men we don’t love? Why must we, as women, be given like a gift to men? We aren’t objects, we’re our own people too!

 I feel for you, dear friend. Tell me, who is your betrothed? Perhaps you’ve gotten lucky, maybe you’ll get one of the good ones. There aren’t many of them, but there are still some. But I know you. And I know you’re strong and smart. I already feel like you’re scheming ways to stop this from happening. I just hope you are careful, I know your father too. He’s tougher than any man I’ve ever met. 

 I do hope you’re okay. I’m sorry this is happening to you. I wish there was something I could do. 

 Sending you all my love,

                                                Lily’

 Athena cooed from beside her, nudging her head into the Princess’ palm as she let the parchment drop to her lap, her smile, while softer now, still on her lips. After a moment, she pushed herself off of the window seat and Athena blinked, watching as she made her way across the room towards the desk in the corner, tugging open a drawer and pulling out a fresh roll of parchment. She set herself down in the chair and dipped a quill in ink, writing out her introduction as Athena fluttered across the room to where she sat, perched beside the ink. 

 She laughed at the little owl, “almost forgot Athena. Why don’t you go rest in the Owlery tonight? You deserve it, what with all the flying around you’ve been doing lately. I’ll bring this letter to you in the morning.” She reached out and gave the owl an affectionate pat atop the head along with a caress with her knuckle, Athena softly nipped her finger in response before she was off, soaring through the window and back into the night. 

 She turned back to the parchment rolled out before her, leaning down so that she could begin to write. 

 ‘Dear Lily,

 I am so glad you feel the same. It is so unfair that the men get to have their pick of the litter and we are forced to comply with whatever they choose. It is insanity!

 I am to be betrothed to Prince James, according to my father. He invited Sirius to the castle for brunch earlier today just to ask him what he thinks about Prince James. Never once did he think to ask me what I thought! And he called me selfish for saying this to him. It appears it doesn’t matter what I say or what I want. I was foolish to think otherwise. 

 Have you met Prince James? I’ve only heard of him in passing, but I’ve never seen him or heard much else other than he likes lamb. It seems you’ve met many more royal families than I have. I’d appreciate any information and advice you could give me. I am most desperate. 

 Before I sign off this letter, I must tell you: I’ve met a boy. Not a prince, not a king, not even a Lord. He lives in the village— and oh Lily, I don’t know what to do with myself. We hadn’t talked for even an hour and all I want to do right now is chase after him and learn everything there is to know about him. Am I crazy? I feel like I am mental. But there was just something about him. He was different— a good different, at that. For once, I needn’t act formal or like a princess. It was… calming. 

 I wish to see him again soon. I think I will sneak off again tomorrow night to find him. Marlene seems apprehensive but I assure you, my dear friend, I am taking care of myself. He doesn’t seem bad. Although, he does seem to hold some prejudice against royalty. I’m not sure if I can entirely blame him. 

 Anyways, I will sign off now before this letter becomes too long. Please let me know if you have any information on Prince James. He is to arrive in a couple of days and stay for a few weeks. I am so nervous I could quite literally die. 

 With all my love,

                                 The Princess (just me, no Peter this time)’

 The King glimpsed up from his breakfast as his daughter sauntered into the dining hall, their gazes aligning for a beat before she dropped her head again, slipping into her chair across from her mother. The Princess’ handmaiden unfolded a handkerchief in her lap, clasping her hands and keeping her head bowed so as to not make eye contact with neither the King or the Queen as she stepped back. 

 “You are late,” her mother said as she picked at the food on her plate and she glanced up to the Queen, nodding. “Sorry,” the Princess mumbled back in reply. “Stopped by the Owlery to send Lily an owl.”

 Another silence fell upon the table and the tension in the air was quite palpable, so thick it was suffocating. The Princess made no moves to break it, nor did the King or the Queen. It came to no surprise to the Princess at least that Peter was the one to break the silence. 

 “So, your majesty, the Prince should be arriving soon, yes?” Peter asked from where he sat beside the Queen and the Princess glanced up at him, his lips curled into a smug grin. She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment before peering back down to her plate— Peter could sometimes excel at seeping right beneath her skin. 

 “Mmm, yes,” the King replied behind a mouthful. “I’ve received an owl that his ship will be arriving sooner than expected. He’ll be here tomorrow afternoon.” Her fingers loosened their grip on her fork and it was a miracle she didn’t drop it altogether. After dreaming of her chance encounter with Remus last night and thinking about him since the moment she opened her eyes, it seemed to have slipped her mind that Prince James was on his way— that they were to be married. 

 The thought made her put her fork down and wipe her hands on the handkerchief in her lap. 

 “How exciting,” Peter remarked, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips when he glanced over to where the Princess sat. “I’ll be sure his room is ready by tonight then.”

 Her parents and Peter continued to discuss arrangements for Prince James’ arrival, but frankly, she couldn’t have cared any less. Her gaze drifted towards the grand windows behind Peter and her mother where just over the top of the courtyard walls, she could see the village in the distance. She let her mind wander back to Remus, wondering if she could see his house from here, wondering if she could see him again. 

 She had already made up her mind, even if Marlene wouldn’t like it. She was going to sneak away again tonight. Remus said himself he was wondering if he’d see her again— she could only hope he was just as desperate to see her again as she was.

 Remus pressed the sleeve of his shirt to his lips to stifle the cough threatening to rip through his chest as he tip-toed past his sleeping father towards the door. He eyed his father where he slept in his chair, contemplating whether or not to move him to his bed instead. He ultimately decided against it— it was best not to wake him, his father hated how he spent hardly any time at home anyways. Frankly, Remus wasn’t in the mood for another one of his father’s lectures, nor the look he’d give him when he inevitably barked back. The mere thought of his father’s frightened look yesterday made his skin crawl, made him feel like a monster. 

 He did, however, take the blanket from his father’s bed to drape it on his sleeping figure, cautiously, careful not to stir him awake. Remus blinked down at his father, standing and staring for a few beats before adjusting the sleeves of his shirt on his arms and finally turning around to make his way towards the door. 

 The door moaned as Remus slowly pulled it open, wincing as he stepped through and turned to close it as carefully as he could. It was even more lopsided than it was the day before, visibly on its last hinges. He made a mental note that he really needed to stop prolonging the fix of the door, one movement too rough, and it’d go crashing to the ground. Winter was approaching and his father was much too fragile to risk getting ill. 

 For now, Remus made his way up the backroads of the village, the route he knew not many crossed, towards the wealthier side of the town. He was desperate to see Sirius— the encounter with the Princess the night before burned in his memory. When he finally made it home last night, he couldn’t even sleep. His thoughts were all of her— and oh, how he hated it. 

 It was frustrating to Remus how obsessed he was over a woman he just met, whom he hardly knew anything of at all. It made him even more sick to think that he wanted to see her again, and that he hoped she’d be back in the forest tonight. It was most unlike him, to be so entranced by someone. In fact, he had never been like this for anyone before— for as long as he could remember, it was just easier for him to push people away rather than embrace them. The only one who managed to stick was Sirius. 

 He never had problems pushing people away in the past, so why couldn’t he stop thinking about her now?

 He thought perhaps this was just yet another side effect of his lycanthropy, that he’d finally gone off the handle. He was mental, and he was slowly going down a spiral of insanity. That had to be it, right?

 Remus wasn’t certain, but he tried to shake his thoughts of her for now as he crept his way behind Sirius Black’s manor, scaling the wall until he finally reached the back door. He scanned the surrounding area to ensure no one else was around before shielding the tops of his eyes with his hands, narrowing his eyes to get a better look through the window. He couldn’t see anyone— he could only hope Sirius didn’t have any company over at the moment. 

 So, as carefully as he could, he grasped the knob of the door and twisted it slowly, grateful this door wasn’t as run down as his own home’s. On the tips of his toes, he slipped inside the house, shutting the door as silently as he could behind him. 

 “Mr. Malfoy, I assure you that I do not have a conspiracy against the King,” 

 “I would certainly hope not, Black. It’d do you well to remember you are not the only one close to the royal family and I assure you that I will inform the King of any sort of… treachery.”

 Remus pressed himself against the wall and peeked his head from the doorway just as Lord Lucius Malfoy and Sirius approached the front door, a wrinkle in either of their brows. Sirius looked rather bored to say the least, even annoyed whilst Lucius sneered, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as if he had Sirius cornered. Sirius couldn’t have looked more bothered, if you asked Remus. 

 “Oh, why of course, Lucius, I wouldn’t expect anything less from you,” Sirius replied. “Now, if you’d excuse me, I have matters to attend to. I do hope you have a good rest of your day, and do give Narcissa my regards.”

 Remus ducked away from the doorway as Lucius Malloy made one last remark before being ushered out the door by Sirius, only choosing to come out of his hiding when he could hear his friend’s frustrated groan 

 “Conspiring against the King, are we, Sirius?” Remus remarked as he stepped out of his hiding spot, his friend’s eyelids snapping open as he watched his friend approach from the hall. “They’ll have your head for that, you know.”

 Sirius only rolled his eyes as the corners of Remus’ lips twitched in amusement, his friend pushing himself away from the front door. “Trust me, even that’s a better fate than having to constantly be subject to Malfoy’s accusations. Honestly, I see him more than I do my own cousin,” Sirius huffed, making his way over to the dining table where it appeared he and Lucius were having lunch. Kreacher, Sirius’ house elf, sauntered his way into the room, big, tired eyes narrowed when they caught Remus in the corner of them. Remus shifted where he stood as Kreacher murmured something about his shoes feet tracking dirt in the house while Sirius plopped himself down in his seat at the head of the table, waving off the elf. 

 “Leave us be, Kreacher,” he said, gesturing with his fingers for Remus to come sit. “And what have I told you about being rude to my friend?”

 Reluctantly, Remus made his way over to settle himself down in the seat beside Sirius, wiping off the palms of his hands on his trousers as he eyed the food in front of him. Sirius raised a brow at him, “dig in. I know you’re hungry,” he said and despite a protest that he couldn’t possibly take any of his food, his stomach betrayed him, a sound close to thunder ripping through it. A corner of Sirius’ lips twitched, his mood more lifted than it was earlier, “your first instinct is always to protest when I offer you things but I assure you, my friend, I do not mind.”

 Remus muttered a soft “thanks” as he grabbed a sandwich from the middle of the table, practically drooling when he took his first bite. Sirius let him eat for a moment before curiosity finally got the best of him, leaning back in his seat and crossing his right leg over his left, propping his elbow on the arm of his chair, holding his chin. 

 “So, what brings you over here so early today?” He asked and Remus, despite having a mouthful of sandwich, stopped his chewing altogether. Right. What he was here for. He finished chewing the food in his mouth as he set the sandwich back down on his plate, using a handkerchief at his side to wipe his hands. 

 Sirius only eyed him curiously, lips pressed together as Remus sifted through his brain, searching for the right words to say. He supposed there wasn’t exactly an easy way to bring up to his wealthy friend that he had met the Princess in the forest close to midnight and may or may not be curious about her. He knew he could tell Sirius about practically everything— but for a moment, Remus wondered if he would even believe him if he told him. 

 Remus swallowed the bite he had been working on and cleared his throat, gnawing at the inside of his cheek. 

 “You know the Royal Princess, yes?” Remus chose to ask first, fully prepared for the look Sirius gave him. The wrinkle in his friend’s brow deepened, the question being entirely out of character for his friend, they both knew it. “Well, yes,” Sirius replied simply, still rather curious as to why this was the first thing he decided to bring up. “For a few years now. Why are you asking me this, exactly?” Sirius pressed, eager to learn more. 

 Remus’ teeth sank down into the plush of his bottom lip and rolled it around, unsure where to even begin. How could he ask for information on the Princess to his friend without sounding like a creep?

 “I…” Remus began, squeezing his lids together shut and sighing. Perhaps it was better to just say it. “…I met her last night. In the woods. During one of my attacks.”

 Sirius blinked. He blinked again when Remus finally lifted his head to make eye contact. He could already see it now— Sirius found this very hard to believe. He knew the Princess wasn't allowed to leave the castle, nor has she ever snuck out like this before. But he also knew his friend wasn’t a liar and he also knew how upset the Princess was just the day prior when he’d been invited over for brunch. 

 Suddenly, the idea that she’d left the castle didn’t seem entirely preposterous. But it also didn’t make him any less concerned for her. 

 “The woods?” Sirius asked. “Is she… is she alright? Did she make it home? Was she hurt? And are you okay?”

 Remus shook his head, only just now realizing just how close Sirius was to the Princes. He’d almost entirely forgotten that his friend had seen her only hours before their chance encounter in the forest and he remembered her saying that she was trying to get away from something— perhaps Sirius knew just what that was. 

 “She’s fine, at least, I think she is. She told me she was heading back before an army was sent after her when we departed last night, so I can only assume she made it back home. And I’m… better. She took care of me,” Remus reassured his friend, watching as the muscles in Sirius’s body relaxed and he fell back into his chair. The furrow in Sirius’ brow didn’t go away, however, and he shook his head. “Did she tell you why was she out in the woods? As far as I know, she’s never left the castle grounds. I don’t understand…”

 Remus shrugged, “she told me she needed to get away, whatever that could possibly mean.” Remus almost wanted to roll his eyes again at the idea that a Princess could possibly be needing to run away from something. As far as he was concerned, she already had it made. But judging from the look on Sirius’ face, perhaps he was wrong. 

 A shadow had casted over Sirius’ face and he sighed, using his thumb and forefinger to rub at his brow. A dull ache had begun to form there, mostly due to the stress of worrying about his two closest friends. The fact that the Princess had snuck out into the woods in the dark, alone yesterday after what happened between her and her parents did not ease the ache there. 

 “What?” Remus asked, bowing his head to try and catch his friend’s eye. “What is it?” Sirius blinked over at his friend and straightened his posture, exhaling as he mulled over the situation. “She was upset at brunch yesterday,” he explained. “Her parents are forcing her into marriage.”

 Remus blinked. Suddenly, he felt like throwing the sandwich he had just inhaled back up onto his plate. 

 Marriage? She was going to be married?

 As if the idea that he couldn’t stop thinking about her or that she was a princess wasn’t enough, she was set to be married. This was enough to make Remus feel stupid, nauseous, even. How foolish he was to think that perhaps the Princess felt something towards him like he did to her. The fact he felt anything towards her other than animosity was almost revolting. 

 Remus must’ve had a look because Sirius narrowed his eyes at his friend, sifting through the soils of his irises for something unknown to Remus. “You’ve a look,” Sirius said, confirming Remus’ suspicion. Remus opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He didn’t know how to feel, didn’t know how to react. 

 Especially since a large portion of him still wanted to see her tonight. 

 “I…” Remus began before deciding against it, shaking his head. Sirius could be awfully perceptive when he wanted to, but Remus hoped and prayed that he wouldn’t be able to read his thoughts now. How embarrassing for him it is to know he’s mulling over an engaged woman. 

 “Don’t,” Sirius raised an accusatory finger at him and Remus frowned, unsure what his friend meant. “What?” He said as Sirius pushed himself out of his seat, shaking his head. “You’re going to tell me you’re curious about her,” Sirius elaborated. “That you like her.”

 Remus shook his head, although he wasn’t sure why he was denying it. He was curious about her, try as hard as he might to deny it, he couldn’t ignore the way her name and her face was etched into his memory, intoxicated by the way she touched him so tenderly and cared for him. No matter how frustrating it was, he couldn’t deny he thought there was something there. But did that mean he liked her, at least in the way Sirius was implying?

 Sirius shook his head at Remus, “you’re lying. To me and yourself. You’ve a look in your eye and I’ve never seen it before in you.”

 “Sirius—“

 “Remus,” Sirius stepped forward until he was at the table once again, leaning over until he was eye-level with his friend. “I know you. I know you better than anyone else. So you cannot lie to me.”

 Remus shook his head, pushing away from the table and placing a hand on his lip, massaging his jaw with the other. “It doesn’t matter,” he began, throwing his arms in the air. “It doesn’t matter what you know or think you know about me. And it doesn’t matter what I may or may not have felt about her, she’s married.”

 Sirius raised a brow, “not married yet, actually,” he said, matter-of-factly. “Honestly, weren’t you listening to me? She’s being forced into marriage, she’s never even met this man!” 

 Remus shook his head, “forget it. Not like I would ever stand a chance against a Prince anyways.”

 Remus’ cheeks were red with embarrassment, the fact he’d thought things would ever escalate with the Princess making him feel foolish. Why was he even considering this anyways? He was mental! Mental for thinking about her in such a way when he hardly knew anything about her. It was infuriating! 

 “Now, hold on a moment,” Sirius chuckled, grasping onto Remus’ shoulder to prevent him from leaving. “You don’t know that. Besides, she’s not the type to choose one over class.”

 Remus only averted his gaze, somewhat wishing he never came in the first place. He wished he never asked Sirius about her and wished he’d never told him about her betrothal. Yet, somehow, he couldn’t make himself wish he had never met her. 

 Somehow, he couldn’t make himself not want to see her again. 

 Remus sunk his teeth down so hard into his bottom lip, he was sure he could taste blood. 

 “This is… complicated, to say the least,” Sirius murmured, a finger hooked around his chin in thought. Remus lifted his gaze to peer over at his friend, his pride a lump in his throat that he swallowed back down. “She told me she planned on seeing me again,” he admitted, wincing at how pathetic, how foolish he sounded. “And I… I wish to see her again as well.”

 Sirius’ mouth twitched and for his friend’s sake, he tried his hardest not to smile. He wasn’t quite sure what to think of this— just as he said, this situation was complicated— not only was she a Princess and he a commoner, but she was to be married. And Sirius knew her father, knew his personality all too well. This was a dangerous game to be playing and he knew he shouldn’t be encouraging this, knew he shouldn’t almost feel giddy about it. 

 But he’d never seen Remus this way before, never seen him so hopeful. He’d spent many nights caring for his friend, cleaning the sick from his mouth and from buckets, making sure he was getting all the proper care he needed. Although Remus would never admit it, Sirius could see it in his eyes that he was tired, that he wanted to give up. 

 And he knew the Princess. He knew how much she yearned for love, real, genuine, true love. He knew she craved freedom, the right to be with whoever she wanted, the right to go wherever she pleased. 

 When he looked at Remus now, Sirius couldn’t help but feel like this was just so right. He knew Prince James, even liked the bloke and would dare call him a friend. But he knew not even he could give the Princess exactly what she wanted— but Remus?

 Remus could give her a taste of the world she so desperately craved. 

 And perhaps she could teach Remus just how beautiful life could be, that he deserved to live again.

 How could he discourage something as beautiful as that?

a/n; i am so so so terribly sorry for the delay for this chapter! between work and college, i haven't really had the time to write or indulge in any of my hobbies, so my sincerest apologies :( i am still so excited to write this series and i hope you are all equally as excited! sorry if this chapter is rushed/kind of boring, but perhaps remus and the princess will see each other again soon ;) and prince james is arriving soon! also! remember to fill out the taglist form in my pinned post or reply to this post if you'd like to be added to the taglist! i am also planning on writing and posting some more remus and perhaps other marauders fics either this week or after finals week so filling out my taglist form would be most helpful :)

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How the FUCK do people write from Sirius’ perspective.

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The Arrangement (Draco Malfoy)

Summary - Draco Malfoy is forced into an arranged marriage by his parents after the war, will he ever be able to love her or will they forever be pretending.

Warning - Mentions of sex and affairs. Draco’s an arse to begin with. Not been proofread yet.

Word count - 6,997

Reading time - 25 mins

***

Draco had always known that he would marry young, and furthermore that this marriage would be within very little of his control. It felt as though his parents had written out his betrothal before he was even born, actually, he knew this was most likely true.

A pureblood marriage was expected of him, and his parents wouldn't risk that he threw away their family name on someone not worth it. So they had written up an agreement with one of Narcissa's close friends from school before their children had even been born.

Though the L/n family were only half Slytherin's, their name and bloodline were respectable enough that this didn't matter. Y/n L/n had known Draco her entire life, though she never particularly liked him. She had actually assumed that her betrothal was to Theodore Nott, so the news had come as quite the shock.

After the war, most weddings were postponed, and very few couples were getting engaged, deciding to prioritise healing from the traumatic few years everyone had just fought through rather than tying themselves down on paper. The Malfoy family however decided to do quite the opposite. Their name had lost almost all the respect it had before the war, and though the family had avoided imprisonment, their lives had been all but destroyed in the aftermath.

They decided, alongside the L/n family who wished to help their old friends, that now would be the time to unite their two children. The L/ns had been famously neutral in the war, and the Malfoys knew that this stance would make them look good now everything was over.

"I want you to know that I don't want this" Draco whispered in her ear one evening when the families had come together to have a meal at the Malfoy home. "I don't want you"

That night set the precedent for the beginning of their marriage. They were married within 2 months of finishing their retaken last year at Hogwarts, and only a year and a half after the war ended. It was a nice wedding by all definitions, the late summer air made for a comfortable heat and the money the pair had between them ensured it was beautiful, the only fault was that they didn't love one another. The pair moved into Malfoy's manor and his parents moved into one of their many other houses. Y/n had hoped that Draco would perhaps be a bit more friendly towards her after the wedding. She had been more wrong than she could ever have known.

The house was large enough that she barely saw him. They didn't sleep in the same room, in fact, she didn't even know which room he did sleep in. She was sure this was exactly how he liked it. She knew where she wasn't wanted, but she also knew that she couldn't leave. So she simply did the best she could to be neither seen nor heard.

***

After a few months at Malfoy's manor little had changed, Draco would put on a facade when their parents would visit, only to drop it all as soon as they were left alone yet again. His attitude towards her had only gotten colder. She had quickly come to realise that before her there had been someone else, someone she was sure he still loved. And she started to accept that this was the way it was going to be. They would barely see one another and when they did he would treat her with contempt, but she could ignore it.

"Mother and father are having a Christmas ball here next week, I've told them it'll be no problem and that we'll prepare the house for it," he told her one evening over dinner, the first they had shared in months. She had looked up at him, the pair sitting on opposite ends of the very long table. Swallowing her food she nodded slowly.

"Okay" an awkward silence fell back over the table and his eyes shifted away from her. "This must be the first one they've had in years"

"I don't see how that's any of your concern" he mumbled, had the room not been dead silent she would never have heard him. This was no different to their other interactions, also awkward and cold maybe even borderline cruel.

"I was just trying to make conversation" she responded quietly.

"The house is big enough that we don't have to suffer through unnecessary conversation" she knew that he wanted nothing more than for her to disappear into the walls and never show herself again, and she found herself wishing she could do so.

The week before the ball passed like every other. She met her friends the day before, putting on a brave face and pretending that her life was going well. Nobody knew that she was feeling more hopeless than she ever had, which said a lot for a survivor of a war. She had felt the wards around the manor shift almost every night that week, and could only assume that her husband was seeking out the love of another woman. Or at least she hoped he was the one seeking it out and that this woman wasn't in her house.

On the day of the party, she pushed the thought of the affair to the back of her mind, busying herself with getting the house ready for what she expected was a big night. The house-elves had been doing most of the work through the week however she felt it necessary to complete the finishing touches herself, giving the house-elves the day off.

"What are you doing through here" the familiar voice of Draco rung through the kitchen, her head spinning to look towards the door where he was standing. She noticed he was only in a towel, his hair dripping wet.

"I'm just getting the last bits and pieces ready for tonight," she told him with an awkward smile. "the ballroom is already prepared, and the food, so there's just a few things left to do"

"Why don't you have the house-elves do it, you need to get ready," he told her as he moved around her and towards the sink.

"Well they've been working very hard this week, I thought I'd give them a day off" his head snapped towards her when he heard her explanation

"Sorry what" he snapped, she knew straight away that he wasn't happy with her decision. "You're telling me that you've dismissed our house elves on the day of our first function not only since the war but also as a couple"

"They were tired, they've been working all week" she repeated, trying to have him see sense.

"That's what they are here for, it's their job. Call them back and have them get the last bits and pieces ready" he told her before once again turning his back on her.

"It's really no problem, I'll be done in no time and I really think they need the -"

"I told you to call them back, they are my house-elves, or have you forgotten" his voice rose drastically as he clearly grew frustrated with the woman in front of him.

"They are my house-elves as well. Because this is also my home, or have you forgotten" she responded quickly. Her voice was almost as cold as his for the first time since they had married.

"This will never be your house, not as long as you're taking the place of the woman I love"

A stunned silence fell over the room as she worked out what she could possibly say to rebut his words, but no matter how much she thought there was nothing she could come up with. He eventually scoffed before further making his way out of the room.

"Go and get ready, the guests will start arriving in a few hours and I don't need them to see you doing house-elf work"

***

The ball had begun. It had been around an hour since the first guests arrived, and now almost everyone invited was in the manor. Their parents had been some of the first to arrive, their mothers gushing over how beautiful and happy the new couple looked. The entire situation made Y/n want to be sick. The food was yet to be served, so she busied herself with her friends and as much wine as she could drink while remaining classy, wanting to stay as far away from her husband and their argument as she could.

"Is everything okay Y/n," her close friend from school Eloise asked as they stood in the entry hall surrounded by a few other friends, the sound of the ballroom music muffled by the wall that separated them from the busy room.

"Ye of course why wouldn't it be"

“You just seem a bit off is all” their other friend Anna stated with furrowed brows.

"I'm fine honestly, it's just been a stressful day, having our first ball and everything" she assured them and the small group just gave her a small smile. "Anyway, I'd better be getting back to the ballroom, Draco will be looking for me"

She stood up and made her way back through the entrance hall and towards the ballroom, assuming that her friends weren't following them when she heard their voices growing distant.

as she entered the room she spied her husband talking to a young woman at one of the faraway tables. She was a beautiful girl, and Y/n realised that she actually recognised her. It was Astoria Greengrass, the younger sister of Daphne Greengrass. All throughout school Astoria has been undeniably in love with Draco and everyone knew it. Though at the time he always turned her down, claiming she was too young, something had obviously changed now that he was 20 and she was 18. Perhaps it had started during his last year at school, now she thought about it she could remember the pair being together quite regularly in those last few months.

Draco's eyes finally landed on his wife, his expression not changing at all when his eyes met her own which were already watching him. He quickly turned back to the younger witch and Y/n just sighed, turning the find someone to talk to. Within only a few seconds of walking around the hall she was stopped by Narcissa, who it seemed had watched the interaction between her son, his wife, and his mistress.

"You truly do look lovely this evening darling," Narcissa said with a smile "such a flattering dress"

"Thank you Mrs Malfoy, how is your evening going," she asked politely, tucking a fallen piece of hair behind her ear as Narcissa began to talk.

"- and please, call me Narcissa, we are family after all" she only caught the end part of her mother-in-law's response, having been distracted by the eyes that she could feel boring into her back.

"Of course, Narcissa" the older woman looked down at her with a sad look in her eyes, and she was sure that the witch knew everything that was going on in their marriage, even if she had never been told.

"We're happy to have you in our family Y/n. I know that Draco can be challenging at times, and I know that we haven't exactly set you up for success. But I want you to know that Lucius and I, well we are happy to have you in this family, and one day he will be too" she said quietly, ensuring that nobody could hear. The younger woman simply nodded in appreciation, though she didn't believe it.

She felt a hand press against her shoulder and someone stepping into place beside her, their arm wrapping around her waist. She knew it was Draco almost instantaneously.

"How are you enjoying the party mother" His voice sounded different when he was talking to his mum, it sounded nice. She just wished he could talk to her like that.

"Very well, thank you Draco. I was just talking to your wife about how beautiful she looks tonight, doesn't she just" maybe she had been imagining it, but Y/n could have sworn that Narcissa had put emphasis on the word wife. It seemed Draco had heard it too as he straightened up at the word.

"Of course mother" just as the words slipped past his lips, their first dance song started. Narcissa began to smile and expressed that she found the song beautiful and that she was glad the pair had chosen it. "Dance with me"

The pair made their way to the dance floor which was littered with many couples who were beginning to slow dance, her parents among them. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hand's restings on the small of her back. While hers wrapped around his neck. They stared at one another for just a second before she looked down at his dark green patterned tie.

They didn't say a word for what felt like forever, but he pulled her in ever so slightly closer, her body being pressed against his own.

"Is that her?" she whispered, "Astoria Greengrass, is she the one that you love"

"Ye, ye she is" he answered just as quietly, she finally looked back up at him and for the first time since they had married over three months ago, she could see some guilt in his eyes for the way in which he was treating her. She just gave him a small smile, having very little to actually say to the man.

"I'm sorry you aren't married to her instead, I know you wish you were" he never responded, their most civil conversation to date ending.

The night carried on with very little interaction between the two, and eventually people started to leave. As the house found itself more and more empty, Y/n allowed herself to escape to the kitchen. Pouring herself a particularly large glass of red wine she settled down at the kitchen island, taking a gulp and leaning back in the chair.

"Well if it isn't Y/n L/n" the voice of Roger Davies drifted across the large kitchen. She turned her head slowly to look at the tall man leaning against the door frame, looking at her with a small smile. "Or should I say Y/n Malfoy"

"Please don't" she laughed as the boy she was once very well acquainted with walked towards her, sitting next to her and pouring his own glass from the bottle.

"Really, trouble in paradise already?" he asked, placing his glass down on the table after taking a drink. The couple had dated briefly after he left school and she was about to go into her 6th year. They had been friends for years due to being in the same house, but it wasn't until they went on holiday together that things had progressed. He ended things when she went back to school, telling her she was too young. Apparently, she and Astoria had a lot more in common than just Draco Malfoy.

"There was no paradise for there to be trouble in to begin with," she told him with a small smile, to which he only nodded in understanding. He was after all also a pureblood, and though it may have been the Slytherins that had the reputation regarding arranged marriages, the pureblood Ravenclaws certainly knew what it was like. The majority of them had also been subjected to them after all.

"Does it get better?" she asked quietly

"Sort of," he told her taking another drink from his glass. Roger had married less than a year after the pair broke things off, at the time it had broken her heart.

"He's seeing someone else, says he loves her," she said with very little emotion behind her voice.

"I was seeing someone else after I first got married. Now it's Margot seeing someone" he told her in a similar tone. He finally allowed his eyes to roam around the room, a small smile gracing his face. "You've got a lovely house"

"Thank you." the conversation went quiet for a moment and she felt his eyes on the side of her face "Would you do it again, see someone else" she turned to look at him and he held her eyes. He had always been a very attractive man, but still the few years they hadn't seen one another had done him good. He was taller and his shoulders broader. Before she knew what was going on he had placed his lips upon her own, his hands framing her face. She kissed back happily, desperate for somebody to love her again.

"I would do it again" he whispered into her mouth before kissing her again.

***

Though it seemed impossible after the ball Y/n had seen even less of Draco than before. They had shared a short kiss on New Year as they were with many of their friends and family and it would look suspicious if they never. However, since that night she had barely seen him. She had spent more nights at rogers in the new year than she had her own, and she was sure her presence at Malfoy manor wasn't missed. She also hadn't seen Roger's wife the entire time. He told her that much like them she was in the arms of another man, in another house.

"I missed you" he whispered into the air one night. She was lying in his arms, playing with his fingers, as they caught their breaths. She pulled the blanket up over her naked body and he pulled her into him, rubbing his hand over her shoulder blades.

"I missed you to rog," she told him. They had been doing this for a few months now, and though it was everything she had once been so adamantly against she was happy. The April sun had set, and she realised that they had been at his house for well over 24 hours.

"I'd better get going, Draco will realise I'm not home and start wondering," she told the older boy with a sad smile.

"Does he not know?" he asked, placing his hands on the side of his head and watching her as she pulled herself from the bed.

"I mean I'm sure he will have assumed," she told him "but no I've not explicitly told him"

"Have you two been together yet?" he said without catching her eyes.

"No, and we've only kissed 2 times," she told him

"I do hope that one day things are better for us," he told her and she just gave him a small sad "I just wish we'd been lucky enough that they put us together"

"Me too Roger, me too" within a few minutes she had flooed from his house straight into her own, making her way from the living room to the kitchen and jumping slightly when she saw the back of Draco facing the fridge.

"Draco," she said quietly as she entered the room, trying not to startle him. He turned around quickly, his eyes roaming over her as he realised it was just her.

"Y/n" he mumbled, turning back around to the fridge and pulling out the bowl of salad she had prepared a few days prior and set it down on the kitchen island, pulling out the chair and starting to eat.

"How's your day been," she asked, stepping further into the room and leaning against the counter across from him.

"Alright, I'm thinking about getting a job at the ministry. Had an interview today" he told her. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and he just nodded "Ye I'm starting to get a bit bored around here"

"That's understandable. How do you think it went" she asked him

"Alright, don't know if I'll get it though, given my family's history" he responded, putting a forkful of the salad into his mouth.

"I'm sure if the interview went well they'll give you the job" he looked up at her after she finished talking.

"Where have you been off to most nights the last couple of months?" he asked her after a few moments. She stopped the shock from showing on her face and decided to pour herself a glass of water.

"Just been visiting a friend," she told him nonchalantly

"A friend?" he asked her with raised eyebrows, seeing through her lie,

"I'm not doing anything that you aren't," she told him simply

"Who is he," he asked, his tone indicating that he couldn't care less what the answer was, but Y/n suspected from his facial expressions that this wasn't as true as he likely wished it was.

"Roger Davies"

"I remember when you two went out in school. Isn't he married" he asked and Y/n scoffed at his response.

"Aren't we married Draco" he just shrugged his shoulders.

And things continued like that for months. She continued seeing Roger, and he continued seeing Astoria. They would see one another in the halls or the kitchen and sometimes he would be civil with her and other times he would fight with her. She never knew which it would be and after a certain amount of time, she decided that he was likely taking the frustrations he felt towards Astoria out on her. Because it would now be far too easy for Astoria to leave him, whereas she simply couldn't.

It was coming up to a year since they had gotten married. And though they likely would have done very little to celebrate the date, their parents had invited them out for a dinner at one of the restaurants in wizarding London. They of course had accepted the offer, knowing that neither of their parents would allow them not to go.

It was the middle of the night a few weeks before their anniversary when she awoke. She had a nightmare, one very similar to those she had directly after the war and decided she needed a glass of cold water. Getting up from her bed she pulled a jumper over herself and made her way out of the room and down the hall. The kitchen was expectantly empty and she thanked merlin for it, she couldn't deal with Draco's moods at the moment.

Pouring herself a glass and adding a few bits of ice she sat down at the island that was starting to be the busiest part of the house and had a sip, resting her head on her hand. She hadn't been sitting down for even a minute when she heard feet padding down the stairs, it only took her a second to realise that it wasn't just Draco's feet.

Before she could escape the kitchen door opened and in walked her husband and his mistress, into her house. She stared at the pair in disbelief and Draco looked back, clearly not pleased at getting caught. The fire was on the other side of the kitchen from them, and only a few feet away from where she was sitting. Based on Astoria's eyes regularly shooting behind her to look at the fireplace she could only assume that this is what they were here for, either he was saying goodbye before she flooed home, or he was joining her.

The awkward tension in the room never faltered, and after a moment of everyone just looking at one another she just let out a dry laugh.

"If you want to use our fireplace go right ahead," she said, picking up her glass and once again taking a sip "don't let his wife stop you"

"Y/n don't" Draco warned in a low voice, Astoria now doing everything in her power to avoid her eye as she quickly made her way over to the fireplace in question.

"Can I ask you a question Astoria?" she asked her, and though the question was to be cold and everyone knew it, her voice held an eerily neutral tone.

"I guess" the younger girl answered awkwardly, Draco by this point was glaring daggers into his wife.

"What do you get out of fucking a married man, I mean you're 18 years old, single, and could have almost anyone you want. I know I do it because I'm stuck in a marriage I never wanted, and so is he. Neither of us really have much of a choice when it comes to the affair thing. But you, why do you do it?" she asked, tilting her head as she studied the girl in front of her. It was clear she was uncomfortable, but who wouldn't be. "I'd never have dreamt of getting involved in all this shit when I was 18"

Whether or not Astoria responded or not was outwith her knowledge, the next thing she knew Draco's fist had come down hard on the counter as he stood in front of her, the kitchen now holding only the two of them once more. She had never seen him look so angry.

"What the fuck was that" he demanded, and she decided she would actually rather he was yelling at her. Because this tone was much worse than any volume his voice could reach.

"I can't deal with you like this right now Draco, we'll talk about it in the morning. Or whenever we next happen to bump into one another in the halls" she responded simply and his jaw dropped at her response.

"Who do you think you are," he asked her once again, his voice only getting angrier.

"I think I'm your wife," she told him coldly "and I think your wife deserves to get a glass of water in her house and not have to bump into the 18-year-old mistress in the kitchen who just got done fucking her husband"

"I had sex with my ex-girlfriend in my house" he roared, obviously losing his patience with her. She didn't know when but at some point she watched the glass falling from the table and shatter beside them "the same way you fuck your ex-boyfriend in-"

"In his house, never this one. I've never had anyone in this house because I at least respect you enough for that" she told him, finally standing up and looking at him face on.

"I think you need to remember that this is a marriage of convenience. I have never and will never love you, how could I when I have Astoria waiting for me. So maybe you need to get used to the fact that she's around because she always will be. As long as you're in this house, she will be too"

"Trust me Draco, I hate and resent you more than you ever could me. Because I went into this, though just as heartbroken as you were, with an ounce of hope that maybe we could make this work in some way. Only you made it clear from day one that you would do everything in your power to make each day of my life worse than the one before. Well, I hope you relish the fact that you have done just that" he stared at her for a few moments before turning and leaving the room.

She sighed as a tear fell down her face. She hated him, everything about him. And deep down she felt a bit of pity for Astoria for having to put up with it. She looked down at the million pieces of broken glass on the cold floor, more tears started falling and for a reason she couldn't quite explain they didn't stop. Kneeling down to start picking up the glass she heard a house-elf rushing over to her and starting to clean up the mess.

"I'm sorry, we just had a bit of an argument is all. I'm sorry if we woke you" she babbled, a soft sob escaping her mouth as she again went to pick up more of the glass.

"It's alright miss, I'll clean it up" the small elf's hands covered hers before gently pushing them away from the sharp pieces. She knelt back on her feet, her face falling into her hands as she attempted to calm her breathing and stop crying.

"Thank you Veeney, but how about you go to bed. I'll deal with it" Draco's voice drifted quietly from the door once again.

"Yes master"

before she could get herself away from him he knelt down beside her and pulled her into his chest, placing his hand on the back of her head as he tried to calm her down. She assumed he had magicked away the broken glass because when she placed her hand firmly on the floor she didn't feel anything sharp cutting her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," he whispered in her ear and she just decided not to respond, not trusting her voice and already being embarrassed enough that he saw her in such a state. His hand ran gently down over her head, mumbling apologies into the awkward air.

"I'm going to stay with roger for a bit, I can't be in this house anymore," she told him after a few minutes and he just nodded. She pulled away from him and did the best she could to avoid his eyes, making her way quickly over to the fireplace and leaving him kneeling on their kitchen floor.

***

She had stayed away from the manor for almost a whole week. It wasn't until she remembered their anniversary, and consequential anniversary dinner that she realised she would have to go back. Though she was sure he wouldn't care if she missed the day, she knew for certain that her parents would.

"Hello Veeney, would you be able to inform Draco that I'm back?" she asked as she stepped out of the fireplace, brushing her hands over her trousers to rid them of any dust

"Of course ma'am"

She had started getting ready for the evening as soon as she had entered her room, locking it quickly behind her to ensure she wasn't bothered. She hadn't wanted to come back at all, and she knew that if she had her way she would never enter the dreaded house ever again. But that wasn't ever going to be an option. She had the chance to reject that future a year ago today and failed to do so, that was just something she was going to have to accept.

After finishing getting ready she finally braced herself and made her way out of the room, making sure her bag had everything she needed in it and that her hair looked okay. Carefully walking down the stairs in her heels she spied Draco standing waiting in the foyer. He turned to look at her when he heard her approaching, and though she never noticed his expression his face lit up ever so slightly when he lay eyes on her. Deep down he had started to feel ever so slightly lonely with her not in the house. He had grown used to hearing her in the halls or bumping into her in the kitchen.

"How are you," he asked with as much kindness in his voice as he could muster. He had been feeling far more guilty than he ever would have expected when she was gone, so much so that he had gone as far as telling Astoria they had to take a break.

"I'm fine, how are you?" she said quietly once she reached the bottom of the stairs, her voice strained.

"Alright. We should get going, we are meeting them at the restaurant and the table is reserved for half an hour's time" he told her and she just nodded, giving him a tight-lipped smile. She could tell her was trying to be nice to her, at least in comparison to what he used to treat her like.

The dinner passed relatively painlessly, mostly occupied with small talk and pleasantries. Draco's father asked around halfway through the meal whether the two had started thinking about kids. Both had been shocked by the question. Y/n hadn't known that it would be expected of them so soon, hoping they'd have a few years more before having to worry about that. But apparently, she'd been wrong.

"We've decided we're going to take things slow, we are only 21" Draco answered for them, having her hand a small squeeze on the table. He had taken her hand almost as soon as they had sat down, and had barely let go since.

"It's important of course that you see the reason behind this union, and that you do your best to prioritise that purpose" Lucius continued on, earning a warning glance from his wife.

"That's enough, they are still young they have time" Narcissa stated with a smile towards her Daughter-in-law

"I have to say I agree with Lucius" her dad's voice interrupted, her mother looking down clearly wishing to stay out of it all.

"Father please, can't we talk about something else," Y/n said, trying to change the conversation. She was sure that the parents hadn't thought for a second that the married couple hadn't even had sex yet, let alone considered having kids.

"It really is important that the pair of continue our blood-lines, what a waste it would be if you were unable to do so" his father continued

"We have decided that we are going to wait, it may not be much of a concern for you guys but we would like to have a healthy marriage before we introduce any children into the mess that we've been thrown into" Draco interrupted the conversation, his mother looking at him with a sad look in his eyes. She looked over at her husband, her eyebrows raised in surprise at the interaction. It was possibly the last thing she had expected to be said, especially by them.

"I'm sure they are able to make this decision for themselves, they will know what's best," her mother said with a gentle tone, giving her daughter a smile.

The rest of the meal went by relatively fast, Mr Malfoy clearly doing his best to ignore his son's outburst. By the end of the dinner, they were wishing their parents well and exiting the restaurant. It had grown dark outside, the streets being far emptier than they had been when they entered. Music could be heard playing from one of the bars behind them and a slight wind blew over the street.

To her surprise, he slipped his arms out of his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, holding her hand in his own.

"They can't see us Draco" she reminded him as they rounded a corner, Gringotts displaying itself a few feet ahead. "I'd like to talk to you when we get in" She didn't know what to say, so she simply nodded her head in agreement.

Within 15 minutes they were back in their kitchen, and she slipped the jacket off and lay it on the kitchen counter. Exiting the room she made her way towards the living room, and sat herself down on one of the couches, assuming Draco was following her. It was funny, she had lived in this house for a year now and had been in the living room no more than 7 times. Her assumption was correct when a few seconds later Draco entered the room, closing the door behind him and moving over to sit beside her.

"I'd like to apologise again for what I said that night in the kitchen, I was angry and wanted to hurt your feelings. It was unacceptable" he started and she just nodded her head in acknowledgement "And I want to apologise for all of the other times over the last year were I've treated you as though you don't belong here, or that you aren't welcome in the family"

"It's okay Draco, it's a complicated situation and I'm sure many men would react worse than you have" she assured him, providing him with a small smile that he didn't return "I'm sorry for talking to Astoria in the way that I did, I understand now that she loves you just the same as you love her and that this has nothing really to do with me, I'm just an unfortunate participant. It is your life at the end of the day, and if she makes you happier then I'm okay with her being here"

The room fell silent for a moment before she decided to once again continue.

"I know that we would be going against our parent's wishes and that we would possibly be disowned for doing so, but if you want a divorce Draco, I'd be willing to give you one" she whispered, a tear threatening to leave her eye at just the thought of how humiliating such a situation would be for them both "or I could move out and live with rog in his hou-"

"I don't want a divorce," he told her simply, she let out a small 'oh' in surprise

"Is that not what you want to talk about?" she asked him, confusion laced in her voice

"No, it's not. I think we both know that a divorce would essentially ruin us. Not to mention our families. Of course, if it's what you want then I won't stop you" he said and she nodded her head in agreement. As much as she wished it was possible for them to just divorce she knew they couldn't, not really.

"Okay, so what's wrong?" she asked, crossing her legs.

"I want us to give this marriage an actual shot," he said and she couldn't help her jaw falling open in shock "I've ended things with Astoria. I never really gave us the chance to work, and who knows maybe we could."

"Draco-"

"It's not far fetched that it could one day. Mum and dad grew to love one another, so why can't we if we just try our best. This house has been pretty cold this last year, and I don't want that for the rest of our lives" he explained before she could shoot him down and she smiled at him, nodding her head.

"Ye, I think that's a good idea. I don't see the harm in trying, and we never did try"

"I missed you when you weren't here," he told her gently "truly I did, this house feels empty without you in it"

10 Years Later

"Scorpius you need to put your toys back in the box once you're done with them, your dad has already told you," She said as she entered the living room, looking around at the mess on the floor as her small son sat on the couch watching a film.

"Mummy, I know" he mumbled, his eyes trained on the muggle TV.

"How about we clean them up together before daddy gets home, I don't think he'd be too happy to see such a mess two days in a row" the 5-year-old seemed to ponder his mum's words as he looked up at her, eventually nodding his head and making his way onto the floor to start putting his toys into their box.

"When are we next going to granny and grandad's," he asked when she knelt down next to him, helping him clean up.

"This weekend baby, we are going to tell them that you're going to be a big brother remember. Both your Granny's and Grandad's will be there, and all of our friends too. All your favourite people who don't know yet" he started giggling when he remembered and she smiled down at him, messing up his hair with her free hand.

"What's so funny little man" a voice came from the doorway, and both turned around to look at the tall man leaning against the door.

"Granny doesn't know about mummies baby" he giggled again "It's a secret" Draco chuckled slightly at his son's response, finding enjoyment in the odd things that children found funny.

"She will soon buddy, but ye right now it's a secret," he told the little boy, entering the room fully, placing his briefcase on the coffee table, and sitting down on the couch closest to his family.

"How was your day darling?" she asked the older Malfoy heir, patting his knee gently before turning and putting the last of the toys away.

"Oh alright, things are pretty busy with the quidditch world cup in a few weeks. Did I tell you that Marietta Edgecombe is getting married?" he responded, offering his hand to help her up.

"I'm not sure, either you did or maybe it was Eloise or Anna. They were very envious of her" she told him, sitting down next to him and smiling when their son climbed up into his father's lap.

"And what have you been up to today bud" his attention turned to the little boy in his lap who was clearly trying to get his attention.

"I helped mummy make cookies for Veeney, because she said Veeney was working hard last week because of our party" he rambled, shuffling about as Draco smiled at him, brushing a piece of hair out of his eyes.

"That's right, Veeney has been very busy. Well done for making her cookies I'm sure she'll really appreciate them" he praised him, and seemingly happy with the interaction Scorpius jumped out of his father's hold and ran out of the door, presumably to get the cookies to show him.

"How is he still so energetic" he laughed and she let out a tired sigh

"Tell me about it" he pressed a kiss to her nose before quickly following it up with a longer one to her lips.

"daddy stop that, leave her alone" the horrified voice of Scorpius rang through the room as he ran back in, both adults falling into laughter as they looked at their son who stood disgusted at their love.