#harry ron ginny pansy stalking hermione

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rendezvous

(draco be like: go get them, granger)

[aiuredsworld]

So they said Harry and Draco went to Hogsmeade tgt huh🤨?

[weasleyreidstyles]

Serendipity

chapter two

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. All characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): slight mind manipulation?

series masterlist; previous part; next part

At some point during the feast, you managed to sneak your way onto the Gryffindor table, sliding into the seat beside Ginny, who was sat with Dean Thomas to her other side, who shifted uncomfortably everytime Ron glared at the hand that was grazing his sister's.

"Nice face, Harold." you say sarcastically. "Who healed the break? It looks rushed."

"Thanks Meadow." he snarks before deflating further in his seat as your eyes tracked him for more injuries. "Tonks walked me from the train."

You hummed in acknowledgment before you went over the unhealed scabs and dried patches of blood with wordless spells which always left your friends marvelling at your skill.

"There. Now your face is pretty as ever." you say smirking, patting Harry's cheek which he swats away. "Can't have the 'Chosen One' at his worst now, can we?"

"Piss off." he grumbled but it was only banter between two friends.

"How are you, really, Harry? Where'd you disappear to on the train." you wanted to hear him say it, even if you did trust Theo's word.

"I was right about Malfoy-" he starts before you interrupt him.

"So I've heard. You've taken up stalking as a hobby now, Potter? That's low." you chuckle, which turns into a full on laugh as he glares at you, annoyed.

"He's a Death Eater." he lowers his voice, but his admission sucks the happiness right out of the air. "He was talking about some task that Voldemort has for him."

He pauses as if his mind is trying to catch up with the words tumbling from his mouth, before he looks directly at you, as if he's staring through you.

"You've seen Nott today right? And Parkinson?" you nodded. "What did they talk about? Did Nott talk about his father being caught at the Ministry? Or did-"

You raised a singular brow at your friend as if to say 'are you finished?'.

"Yes I saw them today, in the Prefects' carriage. We just caught up with small talk and some gossip about some Hufflepuff couple. Nothing more." the lie was quickly thought out and also not too far fetched – Pansy had mentioned something about a new couple in passing before you'd parted ways on the train.

"Nothing about tasks or creepy shops?" Ron asked as he shoved a piece of chicken into his mouth. You watched him, discust painting your features.

"Nothing about tasks, and certainly nothing about creepy shops. Please chew with your mouth closed, Ronald. Seriously Harry? Stalking?"

He only shrugged at you before turning to his plate of food. He was clearly put out about something and you would bet all your galleons that it had to do with the couple next to you, who were being nauseating, to put it lightly.

You and Hermione giggled as Ron muttered about his sister and her boyfriend showing any ounce of affection in front of him, sharing a glance as Harry continued to glance at them before looking away, visibly annoyed.

When Dumbledore began to stand in front of the House tables, you slipped back into your seat beside Luna; in the corner of your eye you watched as Theo gave you the subtlest of nods.

"The very best of evenings to you!" Dumbledore announced, smiling broadly, his arms outstretched wide as if he were embracing the whole room. That's when you, and the rest of the Hogwarts student body, noticed that his right hand appeared to have started decaying at a rapid rate.

You made eye contact with Pansy who looked as horrified as everyone else.

What the fuck? She practically screamed into your mind as the sound of people whispering swept through the hall.

Dumbledore merely smiled before he shook the sleeve of his purple and gold cloak over his hand.

"Nothing to worry about," he said airily. "Now...to our new students, welcome, to our old students, welcome back! Another year full of magical education awaits you..."

You drowned out the rest of his speech, like you do every year, instead conversing with Pansy in your head.

It looks like his hand has physically died. You say to her. It's got to be dark magic of some sort.

But what business does Dumbledore have messing with that sort of evil? She sounded as nauseated as you felt just thinking about it.

"We are pleased to welcome a new member of staff this year. Professor Slughorn-" Dumbledore said, prompting the man that you had yet to meet to stand up. "-is a former colleague of mine who has agreed to resume his old post of Potions master."

You swivelled in your seat to find Hermione in the crowds and mouthed 'potions?' to her with confusion written all over your face.

The word echoed all over the Hall as people wondered whether they had heard right.

"But if he's the Potions Professor, then who will be teaching Defence?" Cho spoke from across the table.

"Professor Snape, meanwhile," said Dumbledore, raising voice so that it carried over all the muttering, "will be taking the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Well that answered that question.

"No!" you giggled quietly with Luna as everyone's heads swivelled back and forth between Harry, who had shouted so loudly but didn't seem to care, Snape and Dumbledore.

And suddenly Defence is my least favourite subject. Theo spoke, making you choke on your drink as you laugh.

As if oblivious to the uproar his announcement just caused, Dumbledore waited only a few moments before the hall descended into silence once more, before continuing his long winded speech.

"Now as everyone in this Hall is aware," he pointedly looked anywhere but in the direction of the Slytherin table, "Lord Voldemort and his followers once again walk among us and gain strength and numbers everyday."

Suddenly the heads that were staring in Harry's direction turned pointedly to where Mattheo Riddle and his friends were sitting. Instead of shying away from their gazes, like Pansy and Daphne Greengrass and few others did, he continued to stare ahead at Dumbledore, seemingly unbothered by the attention he was garnering.

The silence seemed to strain painfully as Dumbledore spoke. But you seemed to zone out of what he was saying. Something about the castle's protection wards being fortified and strengthened; extra security; stricter curfew at night, etc. You took in none of it, instead focusing on your friends at the Slytherin table, who grew paler by the second. You'd watch out for them this year, especially Theo. None of them deserved to be put into the position they no doubt would all be in, come Christmas time.

Dumbledore's blue twinkling eyes swept over the students once more. "But now, your beds await, as warm and comfortable as you could possibly wish, and I know that your top priority is to be well-rested for your lessons tomorrow. Let us therefore say good night. Pip pip!"

Your lessons tomorrow.

You wished it was as simple as school work, but you knew it would be anything but.

~∞~

You woke up early the next morning, the anticipation for what the day may bring making your anxiety skyrocket as you got ready to leave for the Great Hall, in which the ceiling sported a brilliantly blue sky, only a few clouds dotting the illusion. You met the Golden trio there, who were busy discussing Harry's theory about Malfoy.

"Well obviously Riddle's already inducted." Ron muttered as you sat down, a speck of blue, in a sea of red. "He is his father's son, after all."

"Still going on your Malfoy-is-a-death eater spiel? The day has hardly begun." you said as you piled scrambled eggs onto a plate, ignoring the pointed look that Professor Mcgonagall gave you as she handed out her House's timetables.

Ron seemed to be getting more agitated by the second as another group of third years on the table beside your's pointed between the four of you and whispered, not so discreetly, about what happened in June.

"It's rude to point." he snapped, sending a glare their way, causing them to turn around, cheeks painted with embarrassment.

"So sixth year looks very bare in comparison to last year, doesn't it." you say, steering Ron's glare from the backs of their heads while you looked over his timetable.

"I love being a sixth year already." Ron said, his mood brightening visibly thanks to your interference. "And we're going to be getting free time this year. Whole periods when we can just sit up in the common room and relax."

"We're going to need that time for studying, Ron!" Hermione berated as you laughed.

"Yeah, but not today," said Ron, "today's going to be a real doss, I reckon."

"I wouldn't speak too soon, Ronald." you say with a smirk as Professor Mcgonagall makes her way over to the four of you. You'd already gotten your timetable the from Professor Flitwick that morning and found out that you were in the same classes as Hermione. You both finished off your plates and left Harry and Ron in favour of getting to Ancient Runes, where Theo and Riddle were waiting for you.

Reaching the classroom, you spotted Theo immediately and went to snag the seat beside him, but Pansy beat you to it with a playful smirk.

"Come and sit by me, Princess." you glared at your two friends as you turned around to find Riddle with his arm stretched over the back of the spare seat of his desk. "I don't bite."

"Somehow I highly doubt that." you mumbled as you searched for Hermione, who had chosen to sit near the front of the room, the seat beside her already taken. Traitor. She only looked at you apologetically before turning around.

You slumped into the seat, pointedly ignoring him as you took out your things. You could hear Theo and Pansy laughing at your expense so you sent a small stinging jinx wandlessly their way, smirking when they yelped in surprise.

"Smart girl." Riddle mumbled to himself, probably not intending for you to hear, but your cheeks flushed all the same.

"So was Theo lying about your disastrous ability to desipher runes, or was that just a way to get me to agree for your...help?" you ask, still choosing to igore him.

"Oh I assure you I'm quite terrible, Princess. Awful. In fact I'm not sure how I got back into this class, if I'm being entirely honest." he said it with a shrug before he smirked at you again. "I'm sure you can help me. You are top of the class, after all."

"Actually Mione was top of the class at the end of last year. Why not ask her?" you ask, glancing at him through the corner of your eye. He had turned to look directly at you, but his hand was still on the back of your chair.

You try, and fail, to push it off, sneering at the muscular appendage in offence. Damn him and his strong, quidditch arms.

"Theodore doesn't trust Granger, he trusts you. Therefore, I'm putting my trust into your...abilities to help me out."

Lovely. His words carried a double meaning. You were really considering hexing Theo and Pansy again for putting you in this situation.

His huff of laughter along with the burning pinch at the base of your skull were the only indications that he'd heard your thoughts.

After Defence, wait for me so that we can discuss the nature of your lessons and my apparent tutlage.

You ignored him for the rest of the lesson, but wordlessly agreed, nonetheless.

~∞~

You were complaining to Hermione the whole walk to the Defence classroom, and while she was amused, there was underlying worry in her responses.

"So he wants you to tutor him?" she asks curiously.

"Not a clue why." you say flipantly. "If I was him I'd much rather you taught me."

"Well I am a muggleborn, for starters." she says self-depricatingly and continues speaking, not allowing you to rebute her statement. "And you're still at the top of the class. Christ, you can do most spells non-verbally and wandlessly, far better than I can. I think I'd rather you than me, too. No offence."

You only smiled sarcastically at her. "I don't think anyone would willingly tutor him. Perhaps I should bargain a favour with him instead."

You left out the part where he was already fulfilling a kind of favour, for Theodore and Pansy, no less.

"One class in and my shoulders already ache." you whine as you rolled your shoulder to ease the pain that your heavy bag was causing. Harry and Ron met you outside the classroom a moment later, staring, horrified, at Hermione's armful of heavy books.

"We've gotten so much homework for Runes already." she said anxiously. "A fifteen-inch essay, two translations and we've got to read these by Wednesday!"

"Now I see why we have so many frees this year." you grumble.

"Shame," Ron said with a yawn, before smirking at the two of you.

"Just you wait," she said resentfully. "I bet Snape gives us loads."

The classroom door opened as she spoke and Snape stepped into the corridor, his sallow face framed as ever by two curtains of greasy black hair. Silence fell over the queue immediately.

"Inside," he said.

The Defence classroom was gloomier than ever, but thankfully it was no longer sickeningly pink and filled to the brim with plates of cat photos. The dark curtains were drawn across the windows and the only light came from the numerous candles that dotted the room, insighting a headache when you tried to read the blackboard. Snape's personality appeared to shine all over the room, from the odd portraits to the weird contraptions that littered the space.

"I have not asked you to take out your books," said Snape, closing the door and moving to face the class from behind his desk; Hermione hastily dropped her copy of Confronting the Faceless back into her bag and stowed it under her chair. "I wish to speak to you and I require your fullest attention. You have had five teachers in this subject so far, I believe."

His dark, beady eyes scanned the room.

"Naturally, these teachers will all have had their own methods and priorities. Given this confusion I am surprised so many of you scraped an O.W.L. in this subject. I shall be even more surprised if all of you manage to keep up with the N.E.W.T. work, which will be much more advanced." he set off around the edge of the room, speaking now in a low voice that you desperately wanted to drown out. But the burning sensation at the back of your skill prohibited you from doing just that.

No. Pay attention. Riddle was becoming a thorn in your side, and its only the first day.

"The Dark Arts," said Snape, "are many, varied, ever-changing and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster. Each time a neck is severed, it sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible."

Someone read up on their Greek mythology this summer. You say to Theo, who smirks behind his hand.

"Your defences," Snape continued, a little louder, "must therefore be as flexible and inventive as the Arts you seek to undo. These pictures," he indicated a few of them as he swept past, "give a fair representation of what happens to those who suffer, for instance, the Cruciatus Curse-" he waved a hand towards a witch who was clearly shrieking in agony; "-feel the Dementor's Kiss-" a wizard lying huddled and blank-eyed slumped against a wall; "-or provoke the aggression of the Inferius." a bloody mass upon the ground.

"Has an Inferius been seen, then?" Parvati Patil asked in a high-pitched voice. "Is it definite, is he using them?"

"The Dark Lord has used Inferi in the past," said Snape, "which means you would be well-advised to assume he might use them again. Now..."

You really did drown him out this time. Thinking about his wording. To your knowledge, only his followed gave him the name 'the Dark Lord', so why was Snape using that name? You filed away the information as he paced across the classroom.

"....you are, I believe, complete novices in the use of non-verbal spells. What is the advantage of a non-verbal spell?"

Hermione's hand shot into the air. Snape took his time looking around at everybody else, pointledly looking in your direction where your hands stayed glued to your sides, making sure he had no choice, before saying curtly, "Very well – Miss Granger?"

"Your adversary has no warning about what kind of magic you're about to perform," she stated, "which gives you a split-second advantage."

"An answer copied almost word for word from The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6," said Snape dismissively. "But correct in essentials. Yes, those who progress to using magic without shouting incantations gain an element of surprise in their spell-casting. Not all wizards can do this, of course; it is a question of concentration and mind power which some," his gaze lingered maliciously upon Harry, "lack."

The Professor's beady eyes landed on you once more, a challenge present in them.

"Miss Meadow, come up to the front." everyone's eyes were on you as he beckoned you forward, so you obeyed. "I want you to demonstrate this skill. On me." He motioned for you to stand on one side of the room, while he stayed at the other.

You shook off your limps and, using your wand rather than just doing it wandlessly, you shot out a disarming spell, which Snape blocked.

"Good. Now try again." he said as he shot his own disarming spell at you, which you wordlessly blocked with a flick of your wand.

This back and forth continued for five or so more minutes before Snape managed to catch you off guard and disarm you with a minute flick of his wrist.

"Very good. Now following that example, you will divide into pairs. One partner will attempt to jinx the other without speaking. The other will attempt to repel the jinx in equal silence. Carry on."

People paired off, you choosing to partner with Mione who looked determined to perfect this new skill. Everyone who was part of the DA in the previous year were practically experts at casting spells, but none of them, bar you, could perform the Charms wordlessly. A reasonable amount of cheating ensued; many people were merely whispering the incantation instead of saying it aloud, including Ron, which only made you laugh as you watched as Harry blocked his every attack.

Of course, Hermione had gotten the hang of it within ten minutes of practice, as did Theo and Zabini and Riddle. Harry and Ron were still struggling, along with Pansy and Lorenzo.

To say you were bored was an understatement. Snape had already known that you were skilled with wordless and apparently wandless magic too, which meant that he could clearly see into your mind – yet another reason why Riddle needed to teach you control. The only other interesting thing to happen was Harry blatently sassing your Professor, which left you and Hermione gaping and Ron, Dean and Seamus grinning at him.

Once the lesson had ended, Snape in a more abysmal mood than usual after Harry made a fool out of him, you lingered in the corridor, waiting for Riddle to leave so that you could get the interaction over with.

"Hey Meadow! You coming?" Ron asked loudly from the end of the hallway. He looked at you with an odd expression on his face which morphed into unwilling understanding when you felt Theo's presence beside you.

"I'll be there in a bit. I'll meet you in the courtyard." you shout back as you turn towards Theo and his friends.

"Some lesson that was, right tesoro?" Theo asks you as he wraps a strong arm around your shoulder, steering you in the direction of the rest of his group, who were looking between you, Theo and Mattheo with matching expressions on their faces.

"What the hell is she doing here, Nott?" Malfoy asks, looking at you with distain. You glared back at him, about to respond when his familiar deep voice answers instead.

"She's here for me." Riddle says. "Go on ahead. I won't be a moment."

Its Zabini who steers Malfoy away from his glaring contest with you, and Theo who wordlessly wishes you luck with a pat to the top of your head.

"So you're going to teach me control?" you ask as you lean against the nearest wall. He rolls his eyes and wraps a giant hand around your wrist.

"Yes." he hissed. "But not here. How stupid are you? Talking about it out in the open, by a classroom, nonetheless."

Your eyes only widened in mild surprise as he began dragging you down the corridor in the direction that his friends went, but he turned into an empty broom cupboard instead.

"Salazar, if you wanted to get me alone like this there were far better ways of asking Riddle." you say sarcastically, but your eyes show a teasing challenge as you stare up at him.

"Was that an offer, Princess?" he asks with that wicked smirk of his.

"Read the room, Riddle. I'd rather sleep with a troll." you snark.

"Suit yourself." he chuckles before his face sets into that serious look he seems to have mastered in his years at Hogwarts. "The first step to learning full control is learning how to ground yourself."

You look at him expectantly which made him roll is eyes.

"You have to find a happy medium in your head that allows you to keep control of what you don't want people to see, and who you let into your head." he explains motioning to his own head as he speaks.

"So that horrible burning feeling in the back of my skull whenever you get in my head-" you begin.

"Is only there because it lets you know that someone unwanted is using Occlimency on you. The fact that you can't block me out is what we need to work on. Does the same happen with Theodore and Pansy when you communicate with them?"

"No. They're presence is wanted. Yours," you trail your eyes up and down what you can see of his tall frame in the dark, "is not."

"Well until you do accept me in your subconscious, it'll continue to hurt and it'll hurt more when you're trying to block it out." he says and to demonstrate he begins rifling through your thoughts and feelings with little to no effort, that burning sensation appearing like a pinch once again. You cradle you head in your hands, a cry escaping your lips.

Walking to the Great Hall for breakfast that morning, anxiety knawing at your insides.

Harry's Malfoy-is-a-death-eater spiel.

Your mini-dual with Snape.

How you want Riddle to rip your clothes right off your body and have him take you-

That wasn't right. You managed to mentally push him right out of your mind with more effort than you reckon it would take for you to haul a quaffle into the goal. It made your head ache.

"What the fuck was that?!" you snap, hitting his arm.

"You're a fast learner. Well done. It takes most people multiple sessions to do what you just did." he looks...proud. It stirs something strange in your gut.

"What did I just do?" you asked, intrigued, scared, confused.

"You just succeeded in blocking me out of your head." he smirked lightly, almost showing a ghost of a smile.

We're going to have lots of fun, Princess.

He was still in your head. His deep voice filling every corner of your mind, but that burning sensation was no longer present. It no longer stung and he was no longer able to rifle through your thoughts. Only converse with you, like you could with Theo and Pansy.

"We'll do this twice a week, until you can block me out without thinking about it." he said as he walked towards the door, leaving you standing motionlessly in the dark.

~∞~

icl the whole plot of this is heavily inspired by my beloved xaden and violet's bond with all their mind talking and arguing🤭🤭 (minus the dragons, etc)

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Guilty As Sin?

Guilty As Sin? https://ift.tt/GySi2Zb by ktaylorbooks When Hermione returns to Hogwarts for her Eighth Year, something is amiss. Draco Malfoy, returning for his Ministry-mandated last year, is watching her, more than usual. She wonders what he's got on that mind of his... Or, Harry uses his skills at Occlumency that he's honed over the past few years to peer into Malfoy's mind while noticing him staring far too intensely at his best friend over the breakfast table in the Great Hall. What he finds shocks him to his core, but he can't seem to stop watching, even when he realizes they aren't daydreams at all, but memories... Inspired by the wonderful Cort on TikTok--thank you for your POV's :) Words: 3756, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Harry is a skilled occlumens, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Gratuitous Smut, Harry Reads Draco's Mind, And Immediately Regrets It, But Can't Stop Watching?, Draco is a simp, Top Draco Malfoy, Sub Hermione Granger, POV TikTok Inspired, Thank You Cort, Inappropriate Use of Malfoy Signet Ring (Harry Potter), Fingering, Voyeurism, Accidental Voyeurism, Occlumency is Porn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Choking, Harry Learns More About Hermione Than He Wanted To Know, spitting, Daydreaming, Draco Malfoy Has a Large Cock, Draco is obsessed with Hermione, Draco Is Kind of Stalking Hermione, Hair-pulling, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/K5hLJGR May 04, 2024 at 05:07AM

[jaylikesrainbowtigers]

Harry Potter as Incorrect Quotes

But I am not doing this properly. Oh no I am stealing quotes from my friends. And therefore annoy the unnamed author who we don’t support. Because my friends are very queer.

Harry: I don’t like good looking people.

Hermione: All the people I know are awful.

Ron: We guys have weinuses, but girls have waginas.

Draco: Why would she reject Harry Potter??

Pansy: You ready to see a feet master at work?

Blaise: Everybody knows the french aren’t people.

Ginny: I’m a Weeble Wooble, but I don’t fall down.

Luna: I’m flattered that someone would take the time to stalk me.

Neville: I look like a bacteria.

Dean, when talking about Halloween: I should just get some talcum powder and dress up as a white person.

Seamus: Arson is cool, a crime that’s not arson is a waste of a crime, and if the answer is not arson then the answer is wrong.

[tnott]

Which tarot card are you?

the moon

the world has not been kind to you. it has come for you with gnashing teeth, swiping claws, and you have barely escaped time and time again with your tail between your legs. but you are made of tougher stuff; far more resilient than you give yourself credit for! allow yourself this moment, yield yourself some clemency, and be prepared to face this stalking monster with a renewed sense of purpose. the moon will guide your well deserved reprieve.

NUMBER: 18 UPRIGHT: illusion, fear, anxiety, subconscious, intuition REVERSED: release of fear, repressed emotion, inner confusion

stolen from: myself tagging: @bokketo (Snape and/or Hermione), @magickedsouls​ (Ron), @highlylogical​, @sixvisxpacem​ (muse of your choice), @leeriverofwordsjordan​, @mayhemxmugglesxmagic​ (Draco and/or Pansy)​, @clumsyherbologist​, @storitale​ (Harry and/or Ginny)

[a-simple-imagine]

Define a crush

Synopsis: you want to define your relationship with hermione but you’re not too sure about your feelings 

Pairing: Hermione Granger x fem!reader

Words: 1.6k+

PREV //

You weren't mad at her in the first place but you can tell she feels bad that you feel. You don't know why, it's not like if she had been there you wouldn't have. It was an accident. Why everyone seemed to think they needed to protect you was beyond you. You're a Hufflepuff, not someone made of glass. You're sat down at the black lake with Hermione. Head rested on her shoulder as she reads her book out loud. She was trying to help you study but her soft voice mixed with the warm air had you practically falling asleep.

"You're supposed to be paying attention,"

"I am," you urge. You'd sit up a little straighter but ever since your accident you'd been feeling a little rough.

"No your not," Hermione states, slapping her book shut.

"I am,"

"Then what did I just tell you about?" You hum softly in thought but honestly, you had no clue.

"Owls?"

"Not even close." she sighed softly. "I'm telling you about aurors during the giant wars."

"Since when were we learning about the giant wars?"

"Exactly my point. You need to start paying attention."

"Can we take a break then?"

"What do you need a break for? You weren't listening anyway." You chuckle softly. "Do you want to go back inside?"

"No" you snuggle against her. "I like it out here. It's peaceful and in theory, I'm learning."

"I was just thinking maybe this was too much for you. I could take you back to your dorm."

"I'm fine. The nurse said I should be back to normal within the week."

"Your friends over there,"

"Which one?" You ask.

"Malfoy." You open your eyes, pulling away from granger to spy Draco, Pansy and Blasie heading your way. As much as you loved him, now was not the time.

"Are you stalking me Draco?"

"You wish." He hits back. "Just happened to be passing by. You two look buddy buddy out here, something you're not telling us?"

"I wish... we're just studying for History of Magic."

"I guess some witches need all the help they can get but this is scraping the bottom of the barrel."

"I can't tell if you're insulting me or her,"

"Both," His friends snicker. "You coming by later?"

"Don't I always."

"See you later then." He looks to the other girl. "Granger." A firm nod before walking away.

"Always?" That was the first thing she asked.

"Huh?"

"What did you mean by Don't I always?"

"Oh," you smile. "I always try and visit the Slytherin common room."

"Why?"

"To see Draco of course. Let's just say my fellow Hufflepuff aren't too fond of letting him into ours so I have to make the trip to his."

"You really go out of your way for this boy."

"Same could be said about you for Harry or Ron, speaking of which," you start. "Is it true that you like Ron?"

"He is my friend, everyone knows that."

"No I mean... you like Ron."

"Where did you get that idea?" She wonders.

"Ginny Weasley." You shrug. "Although I don't think she's the only one who thinks it.

"That's absurd." She expresses.

"You do spend a lot of time together and you are very close, no one would judge."

"I don't have a thing for Ronald," She huffs.

"Harry then?" You wonder. "A lot of girls have a thing for the chosen one."

"No- stop it," She's embarrassed. "Do you have a thing for Draco? You spend a lot of time with him."

You shrug. "Not that I know of I don't quite understand how you know when you have a crush. People think we're dating though which is fine."

"I couldn't really tell you," She shrugs. "It's just a feeling. How do you know when you're happy or sad."

"But there are indicators for those. When you're sad for example and you cry."

"You're quite right. Crushes are less obvious but I feel like if you had one you'd know about it."

If you had one you'd know about it? How though? What is it supposed to feel like? It seemed rather illogical. And it played on your mind. Even as you sat with Draco in the Slytherin common room, listening to him complain about one class or another.

"Have you ever had a crush, Draco?" You interrupt.

"What?"

"Have you ever had a crush? Like on a person?"

He shrugs. "Why do you ask?"

"I was talking about it with Hermione and I'm trying to figure out how people know when they have a crush on someone."

"Do you have a crush on someone?"

"I don't know. How can I know if I don't know how I'm supposed to feel when I have a crush?"

"...what?" His brows furrow and you sigh.

"I think I might like Hermione," you express softly, looking to Draco.

"What makes you think that?"

"I dunno but she thinks I like you and I'm very confused."

Draco just chuckles to himself. "I don't know what to tell you, but. You're gonna have to figure that out for yourself."

"Fair," you nod. "I'm pretty sure you don't have feelings so I don't know why I asked you."

"Haha," You chuckle to yourself.

"What would you do if I liked you,"

He shrugs. "Deal with it,"

"Wow, thanks. Really feeling the love here."

"You just said you like Granger." He hugged. "Who, by the way, your parents are going to hate. They may tolerate a friendship but dating a mudblood is a different story."

"Don't talk about her that way," you insist. "Just because she's muggle-born doesn't make her any less of a witch."

"Tell that to our parents,"

He was right. You knew he was. You didn't know where your feelings stood but your parents would never approve of Hermione. She's not of pure blood. That was very clear on that fact. They've always pushed you towards Draco. There is no true way t define a crush, if there was surely Hermione would have told you. She knows practically everything. Sitting at a table in ??? You sip on a butterbeer as you watch Hermione speak. Maybe you did like Hermione? Perhaps this was what it was supposed to feel like; to find the magic in the smallest of moments. To notice the sparkle in her eyes or the gentlest curve of her smile. Love was a foreign concept outside the context of friendship and family but you looked at her in a way, you've never seen Draco and they were both your best friends.

You're sat in the common room late one evening. Everyone else is either in bed or completely wrapped up in their own thing. "I think I've figured it out,"

"Figured what out?" Hermione wonders.

"How it feels to have a crush. I think I finally understand."

"Oh," she seemed surprised. "And how did you figure it out?"

"I spoke to Draco about it," you shrug.

"So you do have a crush on Malfoy?"

"No," You shake your head. "I don't think so. He's my friend and always will be. I just got advice from him."

"Hard to imagine Malfoy giving you good advice."

You chuckle a little. "He can be useful every once in a while,"

"So-"

"Let me just talk for a second before I lose my nerve okay?" You ask. Hermione nods. "I've been thinking about what a crush is a lot. It's a weird subject since it's like this invisible force that makes no sense but I figured out that it's supposed to feel different," you look away from her. "It's hard to explain but I think I may like you."

"Oh-"

"Please don't freak out. I considered not telling you but since we talked about it I thought I may as well come clean." You shrug. "It's okay if you don't like me that way of course- I would totally understand. I didn't mean to make things weird."

"You ramble a lot when you're nervous," She insists quietly. You nod a little.

"I'm sorry,"

"Don't be," Hermione insisted. "It's not like it's voluntary."

You both fall silent.

"Why do you think you like me?"

"I compared the way I feel around Draco and other friends, to the way I feel about you. You're the only one who makes me feel... I don't know a good word... extraordinary? I'm not good at describing feelings."

"You're a strange little Hufflepuff," Hermione chuckles. "What did Draco say when you told him?"

"He mentioned that my parents wouldn't like you,"

"Because I'm a girl or?"

"Because you're not from a pureblood family." You shrug. "Maybe the girl thing too though I don't know. That's never really been brought up but I don't know."

"Anyway, it doesn't matter. I just wanted to tell you straight up, now I'm going to bed because I have an early class tomorrow. And Snape will have my head if I fall asleep again."

"You don't want to know how I feel?"

"What do you mean?" Your brows furrow a little.

"We just talked about you. Don't you want to know how I feel about you or my findings?"

"I just assumed everything was the same with you- maybe you thought it was weird."

"I gathered you thought that I thought it was weird."

"So what then?"

"I've known I liked you since you fell off your broom during quidditch- well that at least confirmed it more than that was the start of it," Hermione admits. "Maybe it was just the adrenaline but I like you too. I'm sure of it but I need you to be sure too. Even if it takes a little while to figure out, we can do that together."

You gently smile. "Okay. We'll figure it out together."

// NEXT

[tackytigerfic]

Hand on the Key

Lost the run of myself entirely with this “microfic” which is just a fic, I’m sorry @drarrymicrofic. The prompt was “Burn It”. This fic is a recreation of a scene that I remember reading in a fic years ago but have never been able to track down. All I know is that Harry and his friends return to Privet Drive and Dudley is working out in front of the television. So I made all the rest up just to get that in! If anyone remembers the fic itself, please let me know! Title is based on a line from The Consignment by Hannah Flagg Gould.

When they arrived at Privet Drive, they all stood at the door for a few moments, momentum lost, before Harry shrugged and stepped forward to ring the doorbell.

As soon as Petunia saw them through the peephole, she backed away, but they could follow her shadow through the frosted glass panels beside the door, and anyway Hermione was out of patience by then, and didn’t even look around to check if the coast was clear before whipping out her wand and performing a brisk Alohomora.

Petunia did try to stop them, drawing herself up to her full height and summoning as much poison into her voice as she could, but Ginny just laughed and elbowed past her, Luna dancing behind, and Neville had his fingers in the hanging basket beside the door—All clear, he said gravely, as though there might have been something brutal and awful lurking among the pansies—and Hermione, who bore a long grudge, said unsympathetically, “Oh, do shut up” to Petunia as she ran some diagnostic charms over the lintel of the front door. Ron hovered behind her, glaring, wand out.

Dean and Seamus were just there to bump the numbers up, really, and they were already preoccupied by the little yappy dog that was running around in the side passage, behind an unnecessarily fussy metal gate, so it was only Draco who noticed that Harry wasn’t moving.

It was just that Petunia was still there, that was all, standing in the doorway, ribs straining with her rage, the rattle of her outraged breaths keeping Harry at a distance. He remembered how angry she could get.

“Don’t you dare come in here,” she said, pointing at Harry, hand upraised, and he couldn’t help it; he flinched. Draco was behind him suddenly, a solid heat at his back, and then Harry felt his steadying hand at the base of Harry’s spine.

“Move,” Draco said to Petunia, “or I’ll make you regret it.”

He was still good at that, being impossibly posh and commanding, Harry thought dimly, looking up at Petunia from the front step. She was so tall. And then she stepped to the side, leaning back against the wall as though she was very tired, and Draco steered Harry past her so fast that it was over before he even had to think about it, and he could breathe again.

Ginny was sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging her legs and eating some of the good biscuits out of the biscuit barrel. With every beat of her heels against the cereal cabinet, she left a dusty smear. Petunia’s not going to like that, Harry thought. Through the window he could see Dean and Seamus in the back garden. The dog was on its back on the grass, four legs in the air, wriggling with delight as they rubbed its fluffy tummy. Through the open window, Harry could hear the distant hum of a lawnmower. The air felt heavy with summer.

“You’d better not have eaten all the good ones, you rotter,” Draco told Ginny, and stalked across the kitchen to her. She hugged the biscuit barrel to her chest, and before Draco managed to wrestle it away from her, she dug out a green-wrapped Viscount and chucked it to Harry over Draco’s head. He muttered something to her and she laughed out a spray of crumbs, and then Draco picked out a piece of shortbread and came back to stand with Harry.

“You can have this one, if you like,” Harry told him, holding out the Viscount. The foil was stretched out and shiny from his smoothing thumb. He could feel the chocolate inside softening under his touch.

“You have it,” Draco said, stuffing half the shortbread into his mouth. “This one is fine.” His voice was muffled by biscuit, but his eyes were still sharp when he looked at Harry. He swallowed hard, and then said, “You’re allowed to have it, Harry.”

Harry didn’t know what to say, because he could feel the slow familiar bloom of panic deep in his chest, and everything felt too small and dangerous now he was actually here, with the same heavy tick of the kitchen clock, and the fuzzy murmur of the television from the next room, and knowing Petunia was just down the hall. It wasn’t that Harry didn’t feel like he could eat the biscuit. He knew he could. This wasn’t his home any more, and he was here on business, and he didn’t care about the fact that the biscuits were for Dudley. He just didn’t want it, not with this sick curling ribbon of tension spooling through him.

“But,” Draco said quietly, “if you like, I can mind it for you. And you can have it at home with a cup of tea.”

“Yes,” Harry answered, with a dizzying sense of relief. “That’d be nice. Thanks.” 

“Here,” Draco said, holding out his little mokeskin pouch for Harry to drop it in. “Now. We had better see about that box.” He tucked the pouch into his pocket, then he reached out and clasped Harry’s arm, just above the jut of Harry’s wristbone. His fingers were a warm, solid band. 

He was always doing that, these days. Reaching out for Harry, touching him casually, like he couldn’t really help himself. He didn’t care that Ginny was watching and rolling her eyes, or that Hermione was sighing from the hall doorway and gesturing at them to come on. Harry liked it, liked the feeling that he made Draco helpless for him. It was different when it was just them of course, Draco possessive, almost greedy, rougher sometimes (though Harry liked that too), his hand covering first Harry’s mouth, then his own, to muffle the sounds he made when Harry touched him back. 

Draco hadn’t wanted to come to Privet Drive. He hadn’t thought Harry should go either, and he’d had a stand-up row with Hermione about it at the last meeting. “He’s done enough,” he had shouted, and “Why should he have to be there?” and Harry had stayed quiet, because he knew it had to be him, and he knew that Hermione was going to make him come no matter what. But after the meeting he had dragged Draco out into the hall and kissed him quiet again, got him all slow and languid up against the wall, and then he had said, “I’ll go if you come too,” which settled it.

“Stop messing about,” Hermione said now, and Ginny jumped down from the counter and they all trooped dutifully through the double doors into the living room. 

“We’re on the clock, mate,” Ron said. “Do you have any idea where it could be?”

“I don’t even know if it’s here,” Harry said, as though he hadn’t already told them that, over and over. “You saw her—she hates us, and she hated my mum. Why would she keep any of her stuff?”

Neville was already at the tv cabinet, rifling through the drawers, casting detection spells. Behind him, Luna was methodically patting down all the couch cushions. The tinny blare of the television was unceasing, figures in lycra moving in sync.

“Harry?” 

It was Dudley, standing half-naked in a corner and looking very pale. He was holding a set of dumbbells, foolishly, in his big hands, and he was covered in a sheen of sweat. He was still massive, Harry thought; strong-looking. Harry let his eyes slide over to Draco just once, quickly, hating himself, wanting to see where Draco was looking, but Draco just glanced at Dudley, a cool, condemning once-over, and then looked back at Harry expectantly.

“Hi Dudley. Listen, I don’t have much time. But there’s something we need—something of my mum’s—and we think it might be here. Have you ever come across anything weird, anything your mum might have hidden away? It’s a box, about so big—”

Dudley didn’t move, but his big chest muscles twitched nervously.

“It doesn’t open though,” he muttered. “The box I mean. The small one with funny writing.”

“You’ve seen it then?” Hermione asked coolly. “Where is it, please?”

“It’s under the stairs,” Dudley said, flushing violently. He wasn’t looking at Harry at all. “In behind the picnic basket and the box with the garden hose.”

“Harry?” Hermione said, but Draco was already moving.

“I’ll get it,” he spat, casting a vicious glance at Hermione, who only sighed again. Harry wished they wouldn’t fight so much, knew they probably always would.

Seamus and Dean tapped on the French doors, Seamus cradling the dog in his arms. 

“We’re taking this little fella with us,” he announced, and Dean scratched under the dog’s chin until its whole little body went limp with ecstasy. “I’m calling him Bran.”

“He looks like a Kyon to me,” Luna said mildly, and Dudley interjected from the corner, “She’s a she, not a he,” though he fell silent after a withering look from Hermione.

“We are not taking the dog,” Hermione began, and that’s when Harry slipped out into the hall.

Draco was standing in front of the open cupboard, and he had the box in his hand. There was no sign of Petunia.

“I could kill them,” he said quietly when Harry came up behind him, hooked his chin over Draco’s shoulder so he could look into the dark space under the stairs. He felt okay about it, with Draco’s body between him and the cupboard.

“I know,” he answered. “We all could.”

“No,” Draco answered, body tensing, though he put his free hand over Harry’s where it rested against his stomach. “I mean, I would. I want to kill them. I want to burn this place to the ground.”

“You won’t though.” 

Draco was very quiet.

“And in any case,” Harry continued, “we don’t have time.”

“Okay.” Draco squeezed his hand, then turned so he could put his arms around Harry. “But if we weren’t on the clock…”

“And if Hermione wouldn’t totally kill us…”

“And if I thought any fire could destroy a hell-demon like your aunt…”

“Maybe next time,” Harry said, and kissed him. “Maybe next time I’ll let you go on a murderous rampage.”

“Fair enough.” 

Draco smiled, the lovely heartbreaking crooked smile of his that Harry knew to touch and taste. 

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, and kicked the cupboard door shut.

It's here on AO3

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 3: Agility

Harry dodged the bludger that had been sent speeding toward his head, swerved to miss Ginny (who was chasing after Zabini and barreling toward him at an alarming speed), then urged his broom downward in a feint to throw Malfoy off the trail.

The former Slytherins were certainly testing his agility today.

"Is that what you call a diversion?" Malfoy shouted at him, still on his tail, apparently.

"Fuck off," he tossed back over his shoulder.

"Not on your life," the other man said, his broom edging up next to Harry's. He knocked into him, their shoulders coming in sharp contact, and Harry elbowed him back.

"It's mine," he said, leaning forward and pushing his broom faster.

"Want to bet?"

"Yes," Harry spat, gritting his teeth.

"What do I get if I win?" Malfoy shouted back. And to be honest, it was really bothering Harry that the other man seemed so nonplussed by this whole conversation. He was ready to just knock him off his broom.

"Five minutes," Harry offered.

"Of?"

He wondered if he could somehow get Malfoy's foot to slip so he could knock him off balance. "Winner's choice."

Malfoy chuckled low in his throat, "Well, I'm definitely going to win now."

Harry could feel the other man's gaze trained on him and he couldn't resist glancing over and in that split second, Malfoy winked at him.

He fucking winked.

And Harry's stupid, caveman brain tuned out of the game and decided imaging what the wink was meant to convey was more important than playing a game of quidditch.

He didn't snap back to reality until precious seconds had ticked by and a heartbeat later, Malfoy caught the blasted snitch.

(More below the cut)

Malfoy didn't approach him directly after the game. He didn't seek Harry out after they'd all gotten themselves cleaned up, didn't sit next to him when they returned to Luna's for dinner. He didn't even come over after they arrived at the bar for drinks.

Harry secretly enjoyed it.

He loved the anticipation, loved never being quite sure what the other man was planning. He loved watching him.

And Malfoy, unlike in their youth, seemed to very much enjoy Harry watching him now, but maybe that was because Harry's intent had changed.

No matter the reason, whether it was a change in Malfoy, a change in Harry, or a combination of the two, Malfoy was almost constantly catching Harry watching him now. He smirked at Harry, sent him looks that were entirely inappropriate for polite company, and even winked at him a few more times.

By the time the other man was out on the dance floor, his skin glistening, hair darker at the temples from his sweat, his body moving sinuously to the beat, Harry was a goner.

"Mate," Ron groaned as he plopped down on the bar stool next to him.

"Hmm?"

"Just go shag him already."

Harry choked on his tongue and turned to look at Ron, spluttering and coughing in indignation.

Hermione patted him on the back as she sat down next to them, "He's right, you know. We're all tired of watching the two of you have eye sex constantly."

"What? Eye sex? We don't-"

"Yes, you do," Pansy replied as she sidled up to the bar beside them to order what had to be her fifth cosmopolitan since they'd arrived.

"Even if I wanted to," Harry started, "and I'm not saying that I do! But even if I did, Malfoy doesn't."

Pansy let out a cackling peal of laughter and Harry grit his teeth, he'd managed to come around on all of the other Slytherins but Pansy still sometimes made him want to punch her. "Well maybe you better go and see," she said, nodding out toward the dance floor, "before it's too late."

At that, Harry glanced back out, eyes instantly narrowing in on Malfoy to find that he'd been approached by some random muggle bloke who was trying to chat him up. His hands clasped Draco's hips and Harry saw red. He swallowed down the last of his whiskey and none to lightly set his glass down on the bar before stalking out onto the dance floor.

He reached Malfoy just in time to hear him saying, "I'm really not interested," as he gently pushed on the man's shoulders.

The other man seemed to ignore Malfoy's words completely, grasping his hips tighter and drawing him in closer. "C'mon, baby-"

Harry decided he didn't like that man one bit and sidled up behind Malfoy, pressing his chest against Malfoy's back.

Malfoy went rigid for a split second before seeming to recognize that it was Harry and relaxing back against him.

"Is this dickhead bothering you, babe?" he asked, glaring daggers at the man who had dared to try to coerce Malfoy into dancing with him.

"You're not even here alone?" the man asked. "Fucking cock tease," he spat before spinning on his heel.

Harry made to go after him, how dare he? But Malfoy caught his hand and pulled him back to face him. "It's not worth it," he said, slowly starting to move to the music once more.

"But he-"

"Is nothing," Malfoy finished. "He's lower than the dust I crush beneath my feet."

Harry sighed, "Right, well-"

"Dance with me," Malfoy said. "I get five minutes, right? Of anything I want?"

"And you want me to dance with you?"

He smirked, "Not exactly but it'll do for now." He drew Harry closer, leading Harry's hands down his body until they reached his hips. He only had a moment to think that there was a bloody good reason that he didn't dance before Malfoy was sliding closer, wrapping his arms around Harry's shoulders, pressing his body against Harry's, and murmuring "Relax," in Harry's ear.

Harry shuddered at the way Malfoy's breath felt, tickling across his cheek, warm and damp in his ear. He closed his eyes and let his body start to move with and against Malfoy's, refusing to allow his brain to start thinking and ruin this moment.

"Yes," Malfoy sighed in his ear, "Harry."

He could have moaned at how good his name sounded on Draco's lips, his fingers clenched against Draco's hips, drawing him impossibly closer.

They danced on like this for a few minutes and Harry very happily would have continued dancing, if Draco hadn't pulled back. "It's been five minutes," he said, relinquishing his hold on Harry's shoulders.

"Err," Harry managed, "Right," not releasing his hold on Draco's body.

"You're free to go," the other man said, gesturing to the bar.

Harry rubbed his thumb over Draco's hip, "And if I don't want to?"

Draco searched his eyes for a long moment, "What would you have done? With the five minutes?"

He paused, warring with himself over what his answer ought to be. With a deep breath, he steeled himself, grasping for courage he didn't feel. "What would I have done? Or what would I have wanted to do?"

The corner of the other man's mouth turned up, he leaned in, "Both!"

"Come outside with me?" Harry asked, "Just so you can hear me?"

Draco nodded and Harry took his hand, leading him outside. The cool air hit him as he walked through the door and he breathed a sigh of relief that the overpowering noise was gone.

Draco gave his hand a little tug, drawing him over toward an alleyway that was away from the rowdy drunks standing outside the club. "So?"

"I probably would have asked for something innocent," Harry confessed before he could lose his nerve. "A walk, a coffee, a seeker's game," he added with a shrug.

"What would you have wanted to ask for?" Draco asked, looking up at Harry through his eyelashes.

"So many things," Harry breathed, trailing his hands lightly along Draco's sides. "But I probably would have wanted to start with a kiss."

A grin spread across the other man's face before he leaned in a little bit, "Can I kiss you now?" he asked.

Harry nodded and met the other man halfway. Their lips met, soft and a touch hesitantly at first before Draco's fingers clenched in Harry's shirt and then Harry was pressing him back against the alley wall and tracing Draco's bottom lip with his tongue. Draco opened eagerly for him and Harry allowed his tongue to stroke inside of his mouth, slow and sinuous.

The other man let out the most delicious sounding moan Harry'd ever heard and Harry tore his mouth from Draco's so he wasn't impeding that delightful sound. He continued to kiss him, pressing his lips to his jaw and nipping at his chin with his teeth.

Someone stumbled past the alley, hollering back at their mates just as Harry had started sucking at the long, pale column of Draco's neck. The noise served to remind him that they were not alone, not really, and they were still very much in public. Harry drew back marginally to look at the other man.

Draco had a faint blush staining his fair skin, his eyes were still closed, and his chest was heaving. Harry could feel the erratic beat of Draco's heart through their clothes. "Alright?" he whispered.

Draco's eyes fluttered open, "Yes," he replied, leaning in to steal another kiss.

"We should get back," Harry said, leaning in closer to the other man, stroking his hands along his arms, and making no move to head back inside. "They're bound to come looking."

"Or," Draco said, looking up at Harry under his eyelashes once more and Harry wanted to melt into a puddle at his feet.

"Or?"

"Or," he said again, "We could go back to mine? I have a couch and a lovely fireplace," he offered. "I wouldn't be opposed to a bit more snogging."

"Oh, you wouldn't, would you?" Harry teased, the smile on his face wide enough to make his cheeks hurt. "I wouldn't be opposed to that either." Draco returned his grin. "Do you need to say goodbye to anyone?"

He shook his head.

"Well, I place myself in your capable hands," Harry replied, taking his elbow so Draco could apparate them.

"You won't regret it," Draco replied.

Harry was quite sure that he was right.

Day 2: Arson | Day 4: Jealousy

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

Drunken confessions

" there should be sophistication in every single one of your movements. They should be sleek, gracious, enchanting so as to lure all the attention into the motion" Draco replied taking a sip of his beer.

" okay - what are we talking about again ?" Harry asked drinking again. They all burst into laughter forgetting what had initially been the topic of their conversation. Maybe along the line Dean had asked him why did Draco always had to look good or how did he manage to do everything gracefully , nobody knew anymore.

It was a typical Friday night with Ron , Hermione, Ginny, Luna, pansy, Dean and Seamus. Blaise had already left claiming he had to go on a date which didn't come as a surprise to anyone. The difference today's Fridays night was that Draco malfoy was actually drinking beer. Draco had always been a person of grace and serenity who most of the time was reluctant to drinking but rare occasions like celebrating Seamus and dean's engagement had got him into drinking like the rest and did so without a regret.

The night had dissolved into laughter, hogwart memories, inappropriate questions about personal lives that didn't seem anymore personal and weirdest sex positions. To say everyone had enjoyed the night and had finally accustomed to departing leaving Harry and Draco alone in grimauld place, who had stayed behind to help Harry in cleaning. Over the years Draco and harry had became unbelievably close so much so to everyone's surprise but nobody questioned their peculiar friendship. Someday's it was casual flirtatious moments, some days manically hysterical moments and someday's just causal cuddling moments , they didn't mind anymore. They themselves knew they had crossed certain boundaries but they only rested with the conclusion that they were comfortable in each others presence, however it was .

Harry flicked through the channels on the television procrastinating the cleaning bit for a while, with Draco's head over his legs which were spread across the center table. Draco was absentmindedly drawing circles on Harry's knees as they decided to settle with watching a Muggle American movie.

And so they did reach halfway through the movie when they realised that the television was just a background now as they got involved into talking about Dean and Seamus and how Harry had been their secret keeper since he found out about their relationship in 6th year of Hogwarts after coming back from a quidditch practice.

" so I think I had to hold onto that secret until Neville found out too and eventually everyone else " Harry chuckled

" to be honest I don't think I would've been surprised if I had found about them. I mean they just you know -"

" sorta fit" Harry completed his sentence.

" yeah " Draco smiled.

" Harry ?" Draco called out after a Little while. Harry looked back from the television to Draco who was intently staring at him

" I don't think James was your meant to be one" Draco air quoted meant to be.

Harry smiled vaguely before saying " so you were eavesdropping my oh so private conversation with mione "

" I was merely observing - with - with my ears" Draco replied with a straight face that only made it all hilarious and harry burst into laughter. It was probably the alcohol but Draco enjoyed the moments of laughing with Harry , it felt nice knowing he could make him laugh.

" why do you think he wasn't meant to be ?" Harry asked Draco after the laugh had came to a halt.

" you just - you just know when they're the one you know. When I looked at you and him , I just knew it wasn't going to work out. He didn't even know your favourite desert for Merlin's sake " Draco replied now more focused in the conversation.

" I- maybe but I really thought he was meant to be but its long gone-"

" I know Harry , I know you thought but that's the thing about you harry, you wear your heart out on the sleeve. You've still got the rest of your life to find the one and I'm sure you'll find someone someday who would know that treacle tart is your favourite desert and that you like tea more that coffee or that you've never buttoned up your cuff sleeve because you think it doesn't help your hands breathe-"

" it doesn't " Harry chuckled

" I know . What I'm trying to say Harry is that you will find your soulmate when the times come who would know everything about you that they need to know and they wouldn't crush your heart and leave you to cry. You deserve someone who would leave you notes on your table, someone who would bring you flowers kinda thing you know. You deserve so much more than you think you do. I don't know what you have got to worry about, you're good looking, you're a great guy, you're humble, noble, passionate about things you love and if someone can't see that then they're not the one for you " when draco came to a halt Harry simply looked at Draco with a strange fondness in his eyes. He loved this about Draco, whenever Harry felt he was low Draco knew when to talk and what to talk about to uplift Harry. It was as if Draco knew Harry with the back of his hand.

" so you know I like treacle tart ?" Harry whispered as if it was secret

A faint blush creeped on Draco's face and looked anywhere but Harry's eyes but Harry was still affectionately looking at Draco.

" I've known it since we were in school. You weren't the only one stalking around " Draco mumbled back.

" and you know I like tea more than coffee ?" Harry asked again fondly

" yeah " Draco replied still blushing. Harry leaned down a little so he hovered over Draco's face and placed a small peck on Draco's forehead

" you're drunk Draco" Harry told him still smiling.

" doesn't change anything" Draco now finally looked at harry with the same affection Harry was looking at him.

It was easy, just so easy being with Draco Everything about it was so simple like they had been doing this their whole life, like whenever they were together nothing felt out of place, like they were made to do everything they did together,like it was all meant to be.

" so If I ask you about it tomorrow morning-"

" my answer would be the same Harry Potter and you know it. You know everything about me there is to know and you know how much I have waited for you and how much I still would " draco confessed

" then why don't you say it when you're not drunk ?" Harry asked

" who said I'm drunk ?" He asked

Harry looked at him briefly in Surprise " I know you from like the back of my hand and I know when you're drunk "

" then Harry you must know this too that drunk or not I still like you the same way " Draco smiled at harry , yawning right after.

" go to sleep Draco , we'll talk about this in the morning" Harry whispered. Harry smiled back at him lazily running his fingers through Draco's hair and watched Draco fall asleep over his lap.

" I think I already know my soulmate Draco" Harry whispered when he knew Draco was finally asleep . He turned off the light's deciding to fall asleep with Draco on the couch thinking about the wonderful events of tomorrow morning .

Day 1 - foreheads touching

Day -3 hiding face in the neck

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A Girl’s Choice

Draco X Reader (highschool!AU)

Summary: Everything was absolutely fine in his small town, until you stumbled in and began to defy the status quo.

A/n: So, guess who got Midnight Sun and has been reading it non-stop for the past few days? Me. It was me. So, please enjoy this Twilight Parody of our favorite characters. Also I get to move back to college in like a week and I am EXCITED--mainly because there’s a good chance that I get a room to myself bc of the virus. So yay me. I love you guys a lot and really thank you for your patience and enthusiasm. It makes me smile. 

“So, Gin asked me to the dance this morning,” Harry was chatting you up—a normal occurrence before class started.

Draco didn’t mean to eavesdrop on you. He really didn’t, but he was intrigued about how this would go down. Since moving to the small town, you had been a buzz among the boys in the grade level. Draco could all but assume that most of the fantasized about you asking them to the girl’s choice dance coming up.

“That’s great!” You genuinely smiled. “You’ll have a lot of fun!”

Harry fumbled, losing his casual composure. You noted on it, and your look became more skeptical and judgmental—something Pansy would approve of.

“Well, I told her I’d think about it,”

This surprised Draco as much as it seemed to surprise you. It was no secret that star lacrosse player Weasley and Potter were all but official and had been for almost all of high school.

“Why in the world would you tell her that?” Your words mimicked his thoughts.

“Well... I thought maybe you’d... want to ask me?” He ran a hand through his usually untidy mass of curls.

Draco could not make this up if he wanted to. He barely suppressed the laugh that threatened to escape his lips. How in hell had Harry figured that you’d want to go to the dance with him? You’d been here maybe a month. As far as Draco knew, you weren’t interested in anyone. Perhaps the small town didn’t have enough shine for your city lights.

“You should tell Ginny yes, Harry,” You scolded him like a child. “It’s rude to make a girl wait,”

“Yeah, I guess,” Harry sulked, his face falling as the bell rang, signaling the start of class.

Draco couldn’t wipe the amused smirk from his face. You huffed annoyed and opened your notes, already prepping a new page for today’s lesson. You didn’t pay him any mind during class—a normality between the pair of you. Draco ignored you and you returned the favor. It was almost easier this way for him. Your shiny new toy status had no effect on him. He had every shiny toy he ever wanted. You had no appeal to him.

Harry, however, Draco stole glances over from time to time. The green-eyed jock pouted throughout the entire lesson, stealing glances over to you. You hardly noticed. Instead you were doodling in your notebook, waiting for the teacher to move on.

Maybe the stars aligned, or maybe you did fascinate him, but Draco found himself in the lunch line next to you the following day as another tried to ask you to the girls choice ball.

“So, I heard you turned down Potter,” Cedric gave off-hand. “Waiting to ask someone else then?”

Draco snorted, and this time you did give him the slightest glare before turning back to Cedric.

“I’m not going,” You answered curtly, grabbing fruit from the stand. “And no, I don’t plan on asking anyone.”

“Why aren’t you going?” Cedric almost pouted.

“There doesn’t have to be a reason.” You snapped. “I’m not going,”

Draco could only imagine the glare that you gave Cedric for him to back off so quickly. Again, a smile quirked at his lips. You might be the shiny new toy, but you weren’t going to be used like a porcelain doll.

“So, has she asked anyone yet?” Pansy asked as he sat beside her at their usual lunch table.

“She’s not going, and you totally missed her going off on Diggory,” Draco grinned. “That girl has to have a glare that rivals yours,”

“She turns down Potter and Diggory... do you think maybe she’s into chicks?” Pansy asked almost hopeful.

“Wouldn’t know and don’t care,” Draco shrugged. “Besides, she’s not going to the dance so go ask Greengrass before it’s too late,”

Pansy sulked and stabbed her salad with a bit more vigor than before.

You stormed into the chemistry classroom a bit more irritated than he had seen you in the cafeteria. He wanted to guess that another guy had tried to ask you to the girl’s choice dance because honestly it amused him to see you so upset. It was cute how riled up you could get from some unwanted attention. He wondered how far you’d have to be pushed before you actually started swinging. Maybe he wanted to find out.

“So,” He asked pointedly. “Anyone else try to ask you to the dance?” 

“Oh, fuck off Malfoy,” You hissed making him grin wider.

“Well, I was wondering if—”

“If you even start to finish that, I won’t be so forgiving,” Your hand clenched into a fist and Draco thought that maybe you’d actually try to hit him, but Snape walked in as the bell rang, taking any chance away from you.

Draco sat back smugly in his chair—to your great annoyance—as class droned on. At the end of the hour Draco followed you out, calling your name. You froze in the hallway, before turning to face him.

“I’m really not in the mood right now Draco,” Your strained voice gave a hint of weariness. “What is even with you guys? Can’t you just leave a girl alone? I’m not going to the stupid dance and I’m not just saying that so I can ask someone else,”

Before Draco could get a word in you stalked away, disappearing in the crowd. And he stood there, dumbfounded. Was he not amused an hour ago about your annoyance? Did it not make him smile that you were tortured by your suitors? Why all of a sudden was he frowning and loathing Potter and Diggory—and whatever poor bloke had the unfortunate courage to ask you before class—even more for winding you up?

“It was Krum,” Pansy didn’t even say hello as she sat next to him in Spanish. “He was the one who tried to ask her,”

“She said no to Krum?” Draco’s eyebrows shot up. “You might be right, she really might swing the other way,”

“Aw, but I already asked Daphne,” Pansy pouted.

“Pans, darling, I think if anyone else breathes near her about the dance she’s gonna send someone to the nurse,” Draco chuckled. “So maybe you dodged a bullet there,”

She sighed wistfully. “Still, it’s nice to dream,”

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“So, did you ask anyone to the dance yet?”

“Dad, I really don’t want to talk about this,” I huffed, kicking off my shoes. “I’m not going to that stupid dance,”

“Well, I know it’s probably not as glitzy as your uptown shindigs, but you should still go and have fun,” My dad set down his paper. “Make some friends while you’re here,” His tone was hopeful, as I knew it would be.

He wanted me to be happy here. He wanted me to fit in and enjoy my time in the middle of nowhere. It was a farfetched dream. But it was mine, I supposed.

“I have a few friends,” I insisted. “But I’m not one for dances... and the guys in town aren’t exactly... appealing,” I decided.

“Well, not that a father will complain about his daughter not wanting to date, but maybe you should go with a group of friends or something?”

“Everyone’s paired off, dad,” I sighed, looking in the fridge for something to make for dinner.

As I set off to do my chemistry homework, my mind meandered to my chem partner. It was out of character that he spoke to me today. Normally we disregarded another in comfortable silence. It had been that way since I showed up. And though it might have stung a bit in the beginning, I could tell quickly that Draco and his friends were the wrong sort of crowd that I didn’t want to be caught up in. The kind of crowds that I escaped by moving from my city life.

And I liked the crowd I had found; Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville were all very sweet and welcoming on my first day and had sort of adopted me into their group without looking back. Not that there was much depth in any of their lunchroom conversations, but at least I wasn’t alone. Hermione was the only one I could hold a conversation with—she had AP classes as I did and was a saint when I needed homework guidance.

Chemistry, however, was the one subject she couldn’t help me with. She had opted out for AP Environmental instead, claiming she had done her time with Snape and would rather dropout than be in his class another year.

So, it left me begrudgingly texting Draco about tonight’s homework. He was the only other one in class that seemed to keep up easily. Maybe it was because he was a shoe shiner class pet of Snape’s.

Malfoy: Oh, so you’re talking to me now. Don’t want yell at me again?

My cheeks flushed in anger and embarrassment at his response. He was never one to hold back what he was thinking—even if it was brutal.

Y/n: I’m sorry for snapping at you. It wasn’t fair to you. I’d give a reason, but I doubt you’d care

Malfoy: Pansy already told me that Krum tried to ask you to the dance. That’s what? Three guys now? If I hadn’t stopped her, Pansy wanted to ask you too.

Y/n: At least it would have been a girl asking me to a girl’s choice

Y/n: And you’re short one, Ron asked me too

Malfoy: Weasel? Wow. Never thought he’d have the guts to ask anyone 

Y/n: He’s actually going with Hermione

Y/n: Now will you please help me on 7?

And to my surprise, Draco was quite civil about walking me through the covalent bonding prompts. It made me feel a bit more guilty about snapping at him earlier today.

Seeing how I struggled on the homework, I wasn’t surprised that Harry came over during study hall and asked me for help on the same, if not more, questions. After the first couple, he griped that I was too similar to Hermione for knowing it all. And that it wasn’t fair that it came so easily to me.

“Actually, Draco helped me,” I smiled as I showed my notes to Harry for the next question. “He might help you if you ask,”

That was a long shot. Harry hated Draco and vice versa. It didn’t take me long to figure that one out.

“Malfoy helped you? Like actually helped you?” Harry scoffed. “The little prat,”

“Hey,” I warned snatching my notes away. “If you’re not gonna be nice about it I won’t let you use my notes,”

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that,” Harry pouted. “You know I was kidding,”

“Yahuh. Sure Harry,”

“Oh, come on,” Harry tried again. “He’s a prat. Always has been,”

I rolled my eyes, not wanting to hear anymore of Harry’s lamenting, and grabbed my bag. “I’ll be in the library,”

Wordlessly I left, fuming slightly. The music from my headphones thawed out my anger towards Harry a bit as I pushed the doors of the library open and sat at a table, pulling out my calculus homework to go over it one last time.

“This seat taken?”

I barely heard the question over my music. My eyes darted up to meet steady grey ones.

“It’s a free country,” I shrugged then remembered that I want particularly irate towards Draco at the moment. “Thank you, by the way,” I murmured, taking out one of my headphones. “For the chem help,”

“I might have had an ulterior motive,” Draco mumbled, pulling out a binder.

“If you think I’m gonna ask you to the dance because you helped me with my homework you have another thing coming Malfoy,” I warned.

“I think every guy in the school has got that by now,” a smile played at his lips. “No, I... I need help in McGonagall,” He was almost sheepish to admit it.

I raised an eyebrow at him skeptically, but he did seem genuine about needing help.

“I’m not sure I’ll be much help, but I can try. My old teacher, Jones had a different way of explaining it...” I trailed off, a pang of remorse about leaving my old school in my chest.

And maybe the way Jones taught me made more sense to Draco because he did eventually start to understand the calculus on the paper beneath us. I realized that Draco was very methodical. He enjoyed having rules that worked every time no matter the question. A failsafe that kept him ahead of the curve.

“Do you miss it?” He asked as we started to pack for the next hour. 

“Miss what?”

“Your old school? It has to be a lot different than this hell hole,” His words were nonchalant but still skeptical.

“It’s not so bad here,” I defended weakly. “But... I miss it, yeah. I feel like I have to prove myself all over again. Back home—back in New York no one questioned me. The teachers trusted me... the staff knew me...” I sighed. “I’m a stranger here.”

The warning bell rang and the same sense of dread that settled upon me reflected in Draco’s eyes: we were halfway across campus and there was little hope of getting to Snape’s class in the two minutes we had left.

Both scrambling, we headed for the doors and tore down the hall. I followed Draco’s path because if I was honest, I still didn’t quite know my way around the school nor the quickest ways to certain buildings.

“Miss Y/l/n,” Snap looked down disapprovingly at me. “I hope you have reason for being late or it’s Saturday detention for you,”

My anxiety spiked as I fumbled out an explanation. In the corner of my eye, I saw Harry stand, ready to come to my defense, but there was no need. Flawlessly Draco directed the attention of the irritated teacher to him with a sly smile and quick lie, that wasn’t really a lie at all.

“It was my fault,” Draco smoothed quickly. “I was having Y/n help me with McGonagall’s homework and I kept her late.”

Snape’s eyes darted between the two of us before he sighed, telling us to get to our seats before he gave out detentions for disrupting his class.

With a breath of relief, I sat beside Draco. 

“Thank you,” I murmured.

He shrugged and took out his notes and homework just as Snape began to go over it. And we went back to ignoring each other. Except, this time, it deemed impossible for me not to glance at him every so often, or for my eyes not to drift to his notes on the table, making sure that I hadn’t missed anything. The hour seemed to end quicker than normal. As usual, Harry walked to gym with me, chatting about the upcoming game before the dance this weekend.

“So, you and Malfoy?” The comment caught me off guard. “I don’t like it,”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s nothing Harry,” I shrugged. “No need to let your little feud make up wild stories. He just needed help with calc,”

“Sure, the golden boy needed help with his homework,” Harry said flatly. “That’s believable.” 

“And what about it is so farfetched?” I demanded.

“He’s doing it for some reason. He knows you turned me down, maybe he’s trying to get at me by being nice to you,” The offhand comment had my blood boiling.

“Are you serious right now!?” I snapped. “What is so wrong with you that you can’t see past your own ego!?”

Storming off, the only relief from my anger I was allowed happened when I ‘accidentally’ pelted Harry with a ball in the face, sending him to the nurse. When my anger faded, doubt remained. Was Draco only trying to be nice to me to get at Harry? From what I knew of Draco secondhand, I wouldn’t put it past him.

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Draco was shocked when Snape had called on you for a homework answer, and you admitted that you didn’t know. Didn’t you know that he didn’t mind you texting him about the homework? That helping you wasn’t the worst waste of his time in the world? You had done it before. Not days ago. And yet you allowed yourself to be ridiculed by Snape for your lack of habitual knowledge.

You didn’t notice the small frown that lingered on his face for the remainder of class as you kept your head down and doodled in your notebook. Deciding that he didn’t like your comatose, he did something that deemed childish: he passed you a note.

You ok?

You stared at the paper and looked over at him, biting your lip before scribbling: 

Fine. Pay attention.

Rolling his eyes, he took the paper back and wrote:

I can’t if you’re over here moping.

You took the small piece of paper and crumpled it in your hands, shoving it into your bag. Draco decided to leave you alone for the rest of the hour his curiosity still burning through him. A quick meeting of Harry’s livid stare, and Draco had a better idea of what was going on. He just hoped, for perhaps the first time ever, that he was wrong.

“Oi, what the hell did you say to Y/n?” Draco demanded, singling Potter out in the hall the next morning.

His curiosity and suspicions had festered over the night. Draco had made the conscious decision to text you, asking if you needed help with chem, and your lack of response had him worrying again.

“What are you going on about Malfoy?” Ron crossed his arms, coming to Harry’s defense.

“Stay out of this weasel,” Draco hissed, noticing the crowd that began to gather around the small confrontation. Most of his attention, however stayed focused on cold green eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Malfoy,” Harry tipped his chin back. “What? Is she not bowing down at your feet like you’re used too?” A laugh barked out of him and Weasley and a few other onlookers.

“At least she’s got enough self-respect to not be on her knees for you,” Draco heard the familiar condescending voice of Pansy beside him. A grin curled onto his face at her words.

Harry didn’t know what to say to that it seemed, and it further proved Draco’s suspicions. 

“So, you did say something to her,” He accused. “She got her not a month ago and you’re already dragging her into our mutual hatred?” Draco wouldn’t stoop that low. It was pathetic. 

“Well if you hadn’t gone and pretended to need help with McGonagall’s work, there wouldn’t be a problem,” Harry gritted, as if he had the high ground.

“As opposed to you who pretends he doesn’t need help them blames others when he fails?” Draco snapped.

There was quite a large crowd gathering around now, and he and Harry were less than a foot apart. Both boys were on the verge of snapping.

“Draco?”

Your voice was enough to distract him that he didn’t see Harry throw the first punch. Pain blistered across his jaw as fury burned in his eyes. Now the kids around them were chanting and egging on the fight. But Draco never had the chance to swing back.

Because you had drove yourself into the cleared circle and delivered a few punches of your own.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” You shouted at him kneeing him in the groin leaving him keeled over, groaning. “I told you to back the fuck off!”

Draco wasn’t as surprised at the comment as he was about the knowledge that you knew how to beat the pulp out of a star football player without a whim. You never seemed like the athletic type but the blood pouring from Harry’s nose begged that you were slightly more dangerous than Draco had originally thought.

“Are you okay?” Your wild worried eyes were trained on him.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” He didn’t mean for the words to be so harsh, but the hurt that flickered across your face made him regret them.

He wished he had time to explain exactly why you shouldn’t have done that, but McGonagall and Snape were already upon the scene and threatening detentions. He and Harry, of course, were called out as the other students scattered.

“McGonagall, please,” You stood loyally beside him, despite his harsh words. “Draco didn’t have a hand in this, I did.”

Both teachers raised their eyebrows in surprise. Draco just gaped at you. Harry was glaring and still bleeding.

“I see. All three of you go to Dumbledore’s office.” She said, her careful eyes not leaving yours.

Harry strode off first, perhaps feeling smug in the fact that either way, you or Draco would be in trouble for this encounter. Draco wondered if you knew you had just bought yourself three days suspension for fighting.

You were silent beside him as you flexed your hand. He pondered if you had hurt it in your fervor. He almost asked you. Then he remembered the hurt on your face at his last words and decided against it. You wouldn’t want to talk to him.

“So,” Dumbledore said pointedly. “I heard there was a bit of a skirmish today in the hall,” An amused smile sat upon the principal’s face, no doubt taking in Harry’s state. Draco wondered if his skin was bruising yet.

“It was me,” Draco said not realizing what he was doing.

“Oh, don’t you even,” You were scathing at him, your hands clenched again, pain flitting across your face—you definitely hurt your hand then. You turned to Dumbledore. “Harry swung at Draco and I stepped in. I’m the one who did it.”

“Mr. Potter?” Dumbledore raised an ancient eyebrow.

Harry seemed like he was debating whether or not he wanted to admit getting beat up by a girl. The thought made Draco smile, causing his jaw to hurt. He tried to flex it but halted when pain blossomed again.

“That’s what happened,” Harry admitted under his breath.

“And why, Mr. Malfoy, did Potter swing at you?” Dumbledore turned to him, an amused smile lingering on his face.

“I thought that Harry had said something to her that hurt her. She... wasn’t keeping up on homework and it was unlike her. After she turned Harry’s proposal to the dance down, I thought...”

“You turned down Mr. Potter’s proposal to the girl’s choice dance?” The principal turned back to you.

“His, Weasley’s, Cedric’s, Viktor’s,” You muttered, much to Dumbledore’s delight as the older man began to chuckle.

“Had quite a welcome here, haven’t you?”

“You could say that again,” Folding your arms, your face became solemn. 

“And do you have a reason for your actions?”

“I don’t like bullies, no matter where they come from,” Confidence founded your voice as you squared your shoulder. Never once had Draco ever heard someone call Harry a bully. The words had always been reversed. Everyone in the school saw the reputation in Draco, never Harry.

“Well, under normal circumstances, I’d have to suspend you and Mr. Potter here, but instead, I’m suspending you from being allowed to the dance this weekend. All three of you,”

“But sir!” Harry argued.

“Not another word Mr. Potter.” Dumbledore rose from his office chair. “My decision is final.”

Three ‘yes sir’s were mumbled as the three of you filed out of the office. You began to walk away, towards your next class Draco assumed, but he caught your non-injured hand, Harry slinking away himself.

“Let me go,” You shrugged him off.

“Wait,” Draco caught up to you, blocking you in the narrow hall of the office. “Look, about what I said,”

“Forget it Draco,” You snapped, and he could see unshed tears in your eyes. “Just leave me alone,” You pressed past him with a bit more force than necessary that had him after you again.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” He called, and you actually paused, your head turning in interest.

“Then what did you mean?” Your voice with thick. “Cuz all I see is a rich little prat who can’t say thank you. Or a self-centered guy who thinks I need someone to fight my battles for me. A high and mighty guy who thinks he can tell me what to do,” Your words were sharp and snarled. “So please, tell me what you meant.” The challenge dripped dangerously from your scowl.

“I...” Draco fumbled for the right words. “I’m not worth getting suspended for,” Your anger turned to confusion, turned sympathy, turned neutral.

“But I’m worth fighting for,” It was a stubborn and bold declaration. “And I know that,” A pause as you turned to leave. “So yeah, I should have done that,”

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I couldn’t help the tears that streamed down my face as I nearly ran to the parking lot, yearning for the safety of my car. Slamming the door shut, I let out a frustrated yell and slumped in the seat.

The backroads under my tires held a calming solace as I drove the long way home. It was something that New York couldn’t replace: the backroads I had grown up on. With the windows down and the radio blaring, all of my thoughts were tuned out.

At a red light, I found the courage to call my father and explain what happened. He said I was grounded this weekend for fighting, but I didn’t mind much. It got me out of having to go to the dance, even if Dumbledore hadn’t already said I couldn’t. I smiled when my dad told me he was proud for standing up for myself and beating the hell out of Harry.

I found myself smiling as I pulled in at home. Icing my hand and popping some pain killers just in case, I scrolled through my notifications, only answering Hermione. I didn’t care what the school gossiped about or what rumors started because of the fight. Hermione just wanted to know if I was okay and if I’d want her to send the homework from the classes I missed. I told her yes to both and thanked her.

Another notification popped up.

Draco: are you okay? how’s your hand?

I stared at the notification, and instead of deleting the icon like I should have, I opened it and gazed at the words. His mood swings were giving me whiplash. I thought about ignoring it, but he had already seen that I had read it. Cursing modern technology, I responded.

Y/n: fine

Mulling it over, I sent another text.

Y/n: can you send me the chem homework? please

The messages that followed were unexpected. Steady and clear photos of his notes for the day— and week it looked like—as well as the worksheet Snape had given. I felt a pang if gratitude towards Draco in that moment and his words from earlier settled in.

Draco has confronted Harry because he was worried about me. Somehow, he had picked up on how Harry’s words had affected me and driven me into doubt and a few missing homework assignments. Tears sprung back up in my eyes without my consent. It left me regretting the words I had snapped at him earlier. I let him know as much with another text.

Draco: most of it was justified

Draco: I know I’m not the easiest person to know 

Y/n: I was still wrong to say it. I’m sorry

Y/n: and you’re not so bad :)

There wasn’t a response from him for half an hour, so I settled down and began to transcribe his notes into my own notebook, then began to untangle the questions that the worksheet gave me. The crumpled note from a few days ago spilled out of my bag. I took it, unfurling it, running my hand over his words. I tucked it in my chemistry binder, smiling softly at his kindness.

Anxiety fluttered in my chest the next day as I drove up to school and parked in my usual spot. I felt torn between two clicks—probably the only two clicks this school had, and I had managed to get caught in the middle of a turf war—the thing that I wanted to escape by moving back in with my dad and I still managed to find myself in the same situations. Maybe it was just me. Maybe I was the problem.

Shaking the thought, I headed to first hour just as the bell rang in my efforts to avoid confrontation. Other than a few approving comments from my sorta friends, no one seemed put out that I had fought their golden boy. It eased my anxiety as the day went on. I was quelled a bit more when I heard that Harry wasn’t in school today. And maybe I smiled at that a bit.

“The jackass deserved it,” Ginny shrugged, “If you hadn’t shown up, I wouldn’t have hesitated either,”

She calmed the majority of my fears with her words unknowingly. If there had been one person I didn’t want to cross it was Ginny—she was fierce and took no prisoners. If the school had a queen bee, it would have been Gin.

“Is your hand alright?” Luna asked during art class. “You seem a bit off your game today,” She noticed my failing live portrait.

Luna was always quiet but observant of others, and it drew me towards the peaceful girl. Her calm nature as well as my fierce need to protect her from bullies kept me as her partner despite the seat changes in Trelawney’s art class. The teacher didn’t seem to care as Luna and I were some of her best students although Luna’s whimsical style contrasted my realistic preference heavily.

“It hurts a bit,” I answered truthfully. “But not enough to cry about,” There were yellow and purplish tinges to my knuckles, but nothing was broken.

“Everyone’s talking about it,” Luna semi-whispered. “Are you and Draco together?”

“No,” I answered a bit more harshly than I meant and refined my answer. “I was tired of Harry being an egotistical ass and dragging me into it,”

“He’s probably just jealous,” Luna gave offhand, adding some shading to her sketch. “Boys are like that,”

“Jealous? Of what?” I scoffed. “He’s with Ginny, and it’s not like I fancy anyone at this school,”

“Yes, I heard about all the failed proposals to the dance.” A smile touched her lips, “Regardless, from the outside, the only person you’ve shown interest in is Draco, and Harry doesn’t like it,”

“Well, he needs to get over it,” I muttered. “I’m not some prize to be won,”

My annoyance didn’t fade as I slumped into my seat at lunch, grateful that Harry was absent today because I might have just gone off on him again. Stupid teenage boys thinking they have some claim over a girl.

Harry was back the next day, looking worse for wear. I went to apologize, but he didn’t allow me too, saying he deserved it and the he was the one who was sorry. I wondered if Ginny had a hand in his apology. Shrugging, I decided it didn’t matter. At least Harry, and maybe everyone else at the small school, knew that I could handle myself.

The weekend passed, and I didn’t notice much. Hermione sent me a few pictures of the dance. They held no interest to me, but at least they were having fun.

On Monday, it seemed that Draco had gone back to ignoring me. At least that’s how it appeared for about the first half of Snape’s lecture. Then every so often I’d catch him staring at me, or my notes. His eyes would quickly dart down when he realized that I had noticed his gazes. It left me frowning and struggling to focus.

It was Wednesday that Hermione and I talked about the calculus test coming up on Friday. I glanced over to Draco, wondering if he’d need help or a study partner for the exam. I wondered if he’d be too proud to ask. Or if I’d be too stubborn to offer.

“Go over there and ask,” Hermione nudged my arm, picking up on my train of thought.

“I shouldn’t,” I shook my head. “Besides, you’d be a better tutor than I am,”

“Yes, but Draco doesn’t like me. You on the other hand,” An amused smile lingered on her face.

“We’re friends,” I insisted. “That’s all,”

“More than it was last week,” She pointed out. “Draco’s always been a stuffy prat, but I see how he is with you. He’s almost... normal.”

My eyes shifted back over to his lunch table, where he was hunched over a book, tuning out the dark-haired girl beside him as she prattled about something adamantly. Something the girl said must have caught Draco’s attention, perhaps she warned him about my gaze, because his eyes met mine. I looked down quickly, my cheeks flushing.

“He’s coming over,” Hermione whispered.

“Stop staring,” I hissed under my breath, breaking my own rule by looking up.

“Can I talk to you?” His voice was quiet and guarded, his eyes sliding over my company. 

“What’s up?” I asked casually.

“Alone?”

I looked to Hermione who was saying if I didn’t go, she’d never forgive me with a single look.

“Sure,” I stood, gathering my things and followed him out of the cafeteria and down the halls, to the library. “Did you want help for the calc test Friday?” I asked softly as we sat at the same table as our previous encounter.

“Well, yes,” He chuckled softly. “I... also wanted to talk to you... about last week, and...” His eyes refused to meet mine. I waited in silence for him to continue. “This... this doesn’t have to be anything, and I know you’d probably rather it weren’t... but I’ve never actually...”

I raised my eyebrows, leaning closer to him, the butterflies in my chest growing more restless with each second that passed. They had begun to arrive on the day of the fight, and now it seemed like they were taking flight for the first time.

“You came here a month ago... and in that time have managed to capture every guys heart in this school and then proceeded to turn most of them down. You’ve gotten into fights and out of trouble and you’re really someone I should avoid, but... I don’t want to, not anymore.”

“You think you should avoid me?” The question was soft on my lips. His eyes flashed to mine in brief panic.

“Again, not what you think,” He sighed and scrubbed his face, then proceeded to wince at the pain that no doubt was triggered by his action. “I should avoid you because if I’m being honest, I’m not much better than Harry, and I wouldn’t be someone you’d want to be with. And it would make it easier for the both of us if I avoided you.”

“Cards on the table then?” I mused softly and he nodded, begging my candor. “I know what they say about you. And I have my own opinions, but...” I paused and smiled. “You are the first guy who hasn’t acted like an arrogant jackass to me,” Then mended, “At least in a way that hasn’t made me want to deck you,”

“That’s comforting,” A smile reached his eyes this time.

“And... if it had to be anyone... I’d probably want it to be you,” This surprised him, told by the expression on his face. “In terms of intelligence, I feel semi-confident to say that you wouldn’t drive me mad with your lack of knowledge, because most of the kids at this school are so dull,” I muttered then continued. “You’ve been kind to me, and never pushed me into doing anything I haven’t wanted to do,”

“So, you wanted to beat the shit out of Potter then?” The same smile turned to a grin.

“It was bound to happen eventually,” I chuckled softly. “You gave me a valid excuse, to which I thank you,”

“Shouldn’t I be thanking you? For ya know, being my knight in shining armor coming to my rescue?”

I laughed at his words and shook my head at his antics.

“Does that make you my damsel in distress?” It never occurred to me how easy it might be to talk to Draco, considering we’d barely said a word to each other since my arrival.

“If I must be,” He feigned distaste, the smile not leaving his face long enough to convince me of his façade.

A silence fell between us.

“Is this something then?” His words were riddled with uncertainty.

“It’s not nothing,” I offered. “But I don’t know what it is yet.”

“Would you be willing to see what it is?” Draco’s voice turned hopeful.

“If you’re willing to be patient,” My eyes met his grey ones, storms above the seas held in them. “I don’t really... date. Flings and a list of exes isn’t really on my bucket list ya know?”

“Understandable,” His smile returning. “Not that I prefer them either,”

I sighed softly. “People are gonna talk, if they’re not already,” It was a defeating thought.

“Let them talk,” Draco shrugged, lost in thought. “That’s all they do. No matter where you go,”

“It’s a bit worse in a small town,” I challenged.

“I’ll give you that,” He chuckled. “But things are a bit less scandalous in a small town,”

“Granted,” I thought of New York and how the smallest things morphed into rumors and gossip that took down empires. Here, in the middle of nowhere our problems seemed almost trivial.

“So,” He raised an eyebrow at me, awaiting my verdict.

“So,” I mimicked. “This... this can be something,”

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Draco had never once thought of dating. Ever. Whereas Pansy couldn’t wait to have her next summer love, Draco... he was reserved. Not that he ever held it against Pansy, and of course he was there to curse the name of her exes with her, but him dating? It was laughable.

He could claim that ‘you weren’t like other girls,’ but it’d be a lie. You were just the perfect mix of being like other girls that appealed to him so much. The girls he had passed in the halls for years and never once felt attraction to were now suddenly a bit more interesting. Granger had calculus with you and was very good at the subject, sharing your passion for it. Ginny had the same fire in her eyes as you did when you were angry. Even Lovegood seemed less like a spaz and a bit more down to earth in the few passing moments that he saw her when picking you up from art class.

“I might warn you,” he whispered gently the next day, hand in yours as you headed to the cafeteria. “Pansy has been dying to talk to you... so heads up,”

A laugh fell through your lips as he opened the door for you, the cafeteria, once buzzing solemnly was now almost hushed as eyes turned to the couple at the door.

“Oi! Malfoy!”

Draco tensed at the curt calling of his name but relaxed when you smiled and waved to Ginny.

“Come sit with us,” The redhead offered. “No need in you taking Y/n away from us,”

“Get Pansy,” You smiled, letting his hand go as you went to drop your stuff at the table before heading toward the lunch line.

“Can I talk to her now?” Pansy demanded.

“She’s all yours,” Draco chuckled, trailing behind his dark-haired friend, a smile resting on his face as you entertained all of Pansy’s question with unbelievable grace.

Tensions were high as Draco sat with you at your usual lunch table, Pansy on his other side, but it seemed that you, Ginny, and Hermione had the boys under control, so nothing more than loathsome glares were exchanged before the conversation settled into something pleasant.

It took a couple weeks, but the bruises on your hand and his jaw faded, then soon Harry’s broken nose was healed, and it was as if nothing had ever happened. As if it were preposterous that your group ever had animosity against another.

True to your word and his, it wasn’t exactly dating. He dedicated a lot of his effort to figuring out what you were comfortable with and what you weren’t. Something that appealed to both of you was holding hands in the hallways. The gawking faces of those around you seemed to keep a smile on your face. You had tamed the rich prat and he had tamed the spitfire in their eyes. And perhaps he was a bit kinder to those around him. And maybe you weren’t as volatile. Maybe you had finally settled into the small town.

Slowly it seemed, you sifted into the role of a girlfriend—well, whatever the equivalent was for you and him. It took some coaxing and a compromise, but you allowed him to pick you up and drive you to school—three out of five days of the week. He looked forward to those mornings and didn’t mind leaving earlier as long as you were at the end of the road under his tires. You were defiant about him paying for things, mundane things like lunch or random gifts, so he tried to keep it at a minimum, or at least didn’t let on how much he had spent on you.

Draco was never one for physical affection. His parents had been distant and reserved. Closed off. He wasn’t bitter about it, but he was worried that it might affect how he was around you. But it seems that you were a bit standoffish as well. The abrasion faded over time, but it was still never over abundant. You held his hand, that was easy and almost routine for the both of you, and though he hadn’t kissed you yet, displays of make outs in the halls never appealed to any part of him. Ever.

But he wouldn’t forget the first time you kissed him. It was a quiet night at your place after you two had studied for Snape’s final. You declared if you looked at another carbon bond you were going to scream, so you slammed your binder shut and led him to the old sofa and pulled him down, both of you nestled beside another as you flickered through TV stations, settling on something that held half your interest.

His arm draped around your shoulder, a gentle sign of affection that you returned by resting your head on his shoulder, your arm stretching across his stomach, holding him. His hand absentmindedly played in your hair, earning soft sounds of agreement from your lips as he continued. Your exhausted face in the TV light held all of his interest. The way your eyelashes fluttered eleven your eyes changed focus, or the way you worried your lip now and again almost thoughtlessly. Never knowing that it drove him mad.

Draco called your name softly, earning your attention. Your faces were inches apart and he could feel your soft breaths mix with his. Your eyes searched his for something—what exactly he wasn’t sure. But you must have decided that whatever you found was enough, because you leaned up and closed the distance between your lips and his.

He smiled at the moment and the ones that followed. The desire that built in his chest and the gentle pant of need that left your lips, flushing across his as you pulled away.

“Thank you,” You had murmured.

He smiled at you simple gratitude and wondered why you thought it necessary. Did you believe that he didn’t want to kiss you? That you weren’t constantly in his psyche? Imagining how soft and warm your skin must be? Wondering if the rest of you was worked and scarred like your hands from years of use?

Not knowing what you were thinking—or why he was for that matter—he pulled you into his lap as the two of you sat on the couch, cradling you close, letting you know that he craved your affection though he wasn’t the best at portraying the ideal.

You had fallen asleep in his lap that night. When your dad came in to check on the two of you, Draco thought your father would be furious but instead he smiled and suggested that Draco carry you to your room so that you could stretched out on your bed and sleep for the night. Those were the few moments that Draco had ever been in your room. It was one of your fathers rules—which he humbly agreed to. The sight made him smile. It was perfectly you. An organized chaos of all of your favorite things.

You barely noticed him setting you into your bed and pulling the covers over your shoulders after removing you shoes.

He preferred your home over his. It took about two months before you coaxed him into the idea of meeting his parents formally. Draco was terrified, knowing that his parents disapproved just about everyone in the town they lived in, save a few families. He wasn’t sure how they felt about the divorcee and his daughter living on the outskirts of town.

“You understand how much of a bad idea this is?” Draco hissed as he walked you up the front steps of the pristine farmhouse—it was the last attempt he made before it was too late to back out.

“They’re just your parents,” You took his hand, saying the words nonchalantly.

“That’s why I’m worried! They’re my parents!” He dismayed.

“Dray, love, it’s gonna be okay,” You reassured, and he couldn’t argue with the honesty in your eyes.

You’d never stop surprising him. He didn’t think ever. He knew his parents were hard people to entertain. There were thousands of unspoken rules that they forced him to follow and you picked up on them as easily as you knew calculus. Sit one way, speak another, you blended in flawlessly. Your persona differed from the one he knew, but it was still perfectly you.

“And you moved here? From New York?” His father eyed you skeptically.

 “Father—” A cold look silenced Draco.

“Yes sir,” Your smile was sweet and conniving.

“Was the city not satisfactory for you?”

“It had a certain charm,” You spoke softly. “But I didn’t want to give my teenage years to a concrete jungle when I could call here my home,”

“Well,” Draco’s mother cut in before his father had a change to reply. “You sure do have quite a spirit in you. I can see what our Draco likes about you,”

You smiled and looked over at him. The blush on your cheeks matched his.

“Thank you,”

Lunch came and passed. If it was out of the ordinary in any way to you, you gave no sign.

You did however, pause, gazing at his grand piano that sat in the drawing room, your face pensive.

“You play?” He mused, curious. You hadn’t let on if your hidden talent. 

“Not very well,” You muttered back. “It’s been years.”

“Y/n, do you play my dear?” His mother cut in. “You must play for us,”

“I...” Glancing at the piano, you caught your lip in worry.

“Mother, if she isn’t comfortable, she doesn’t have to,” Draco defended.

“No, it’s alright... you must forgive me, it’s been a few years since I’ve played properly.”

The shy smile on your face didn’t fade as you made your way to the instrument. He shadowed you all the while, asking one more time before you began to play.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Your smile turned warmer. “It’ll be alright.”

Draco watched as you placed your hands on the glossy white keys and fell into a pattern as they searched for the next note, the next chord, the next verse. And you kept forging ahead until your piece had come to an end. Draco should have known that you’d lie about having the talent tucked away.

“That was lovely,” His mother fawned from somewhere behind. “Draco you must play with her,”

The eyebrow you raised at him informed him that maybe he also hid the talent from you unintentionally. Who did you think the piano belonged to?

“Any ideas?” He muttered softly, placing his hands on the keys next to yours.

“Moonlight Sonata?” It was a simple request, and one that he knew decently enough to nod.

Draco began the repetitive harmony as you waited for the melody and joined him. Your fingers played in time and in tune as the song unfolded—your hands trailing along the treble clef and his adding in the deeper bass tones.

It wasn’t until one of his hands ran into yours that the dance faltered, and four hands banged on the keys in frustration. Draco laughed at the simple fact that you had the same response to making a mistake as he did while playing. Your soft laughter joined his.

Someone cleared their throat behind him, and you both turned, meeting the scrutinizing gaze of his father. Draco looked down anxious and respectful and you followed suit, your hand finding his in reassurance.

“Perhaps if you two had more time to practice together, you two wouldn’t be tripping over another.” His father mused.

“Father?” Draco looked up. “Does that mean?”

“Yes, she is welcomed here any time she wishes.” His father gave a small smile.

 Relief flooded through both of you. Draco might have even slouched momentarily. 

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Dramione Headcanons/Prompts

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A 15 y/o Scorpius Malfoy accidentally stumbles upon a pensive of his father, that contains the memories of a certain witch he had feelings for before he met Scorp's mother. Seeing the loneliness and despair that has fallen upon his father after the death of his mother Astoria, Scorpius decides to use the prohibited Time-Turner to change the courses of the past.

But this meant two things: he'd never be able to experience the love and warmth of his mother and....he probably would cease to exist.

"This is madness Scorp!" Albus shouted angrily. " Uncle Ron and Auntie Mione are happily married. They have loved each other for ages. And this also means,Rose wouldn't exist as well. Do you really intend to do this over the one-sided crush that your father had on Auntie Mione once upon a time?!"

Basically, Albus trying to convince him in all possible ways that this is a bad idea.

Cue to Ron and Hermione arguing at the backyard of Harry-Ginny's house. They even forgot to cast Silencing Charm. Hence,everyone including the kids heard their argument.

"Oh,stop behaving like you're the only one who has been compromising in this marriage!!! Did I tell you to give up your position in the Ministry of Magic? No!" Ron yelled. " Why are you even bringing this up?! I never said it was your fault or anything!"Hermione tried to reason. "BECAUSE I'M TIRED. TIRED OF EVERYONE PRETENDING LIKE YOU HAVE DONE ME A FAVOR BY MARRYING ME WHEN IT IS THE OPPOSITE!!!" "Wh-what do you mean?"Hermione asked meekly. Ron scoffed. "Your parents are gone,Hermione. If we didn't take you into the Burrow, you wouldn't have anywhere to go. You needed us. You needed me." Hermione looked like she was trying to process the words that Ron just said. Or maybe, she was just trying to convince herself that Ron is capable of saying something like this. It's just Ron being in a foul mood. He definitely doesn't mean it."Ron let's talk about this tomorrow, okay?" Hermione tried to calm herself down. "Harry and Ginny are probably waiting for us in the dining table."

"Why? Can't face the truth?" Ron sneered. "If you were sensible enough Ronald, we'd be having this conversation at our own home,with a Silencing Charm on and without children listening to this," Hermione retorted while hinting towards Albus and Scorpius behind them,who were looking warily back and forth between the older duo. It took a while before Ron realised what she meant and grudgingly complied to go inside the house.

Scorpius gave Albus a if-this-is-what-you-mean-by-them-being-a-happy-couple look.

"Well,older couples fight. My parents fight as well. Uncle Ron is a bit aggressive,you know. But they have been like this for years.Also we don't know what actually happened between them.See,Aunty Mione didn't even fight him back," defended Albus."She didn't fight back because she knew we were listening,Al. And I don't know but this sounded more like defamation than argument." Albus sighed loudly,aware that there's no point in arguing. "So, you're still keen on getting Mr.Malfoy and Auntie Granger together in the past?" he asked instead.

"I think now I'm even more keen on getting them together,"Scorpius replied with a slight grin.

Yule Ball AU: Draco is awed when Hermione descends downstairs.

His expressions form into a scowl when he witnesses Ron and Hermione's encounter,and it pisses him off to no end when he sees her crying.

"Pathetic shite really. Ruined the whole festive mood" he mutters to himself. Even all the purring and cooing of Pansy Parkinson beside him couldn't fix his mood."Well that's what she gets for gushing over Weaselby of all possible blokes. Even Longbottom or Potter would know better than making her cry at the Ball. Seems like Weasley lacks in everything,even courting manners. But well,what do I care?"

"Enough to disturb others' sleep through your late night self-indulgent altercations" a voice drawled in beside his bed.

"Seriously,mate. Try to sleep or let others sleep. This was a long,tiring day and we have a tournament ahead,"Theo grumbled from under the covers while Draco shot a glare at this direction.

Another Time Travel fic. This time it's Hermione and Draco going back to time for their own purposes but getting entangled in the middle as they decide to help each other out before returning to the original timeline.

"Be wise before you hold my hand,Granger" Draco said. "I'm not just offering you for a dance. I'm offering you for a lifetime with me. Once you accept this, you're never returning to Weasley."

If Hermione didn't know better what Draco looks like and sounds like when he's joking,she'd almost think this was just one of his attempts at flirting. But one look at his eyes and the intonation of his words sent her shivers.

"That's not how time traveling works,Malfoy. We aren't supposed to end up together. That's not why we're here,"she explained.

"It's okay,Granger. You can just tell me you don't want this,"he chuckled bitterly. "For if you did, you wouldn't care what happens and what's supposed to happen. You'd just join me without excuses."

"I'm not making excuses,Draco. I'm a mother as well. If I mess here in this timeline, they'd be gone there in the future,"seethed Hermione.

One of the common tropes here: Compulsory Marriage under Marriage Law post-war. Here, Hermione is literally fighting with the Ministry to prevent her marriage with Draco. While Draco reluctantly agreed to the marriage since this was the only way to save himself from landing into Azkaban, Hermione had a huge outburst.

"Minister,are you seriously telling me I have to marry this git?" Hermione scoffed in disbelief. "Now now Granger. That's not the way to refer to your future husband," Draco drawled in. She almost forgot Kingsley called both of them to talk about their compatibility in terms of marriage. "Quite rich coming from someone that called me filthy mudblood the entire time he'd known me".That seemed to shut Draco up. The Minister in the question coughed a bit to grab their attention. "Hermione, I'm sorry,okay? I tried talking with the other ministers about this. But nobody including myself seem to come up with a solution better than this." "Granger, don't act like this is a punishment only for you. If choices or circumstances were any better, I'd rather do a dirty dance with goblins of the Gringotts than showing up here and talk about the prospect of marriage....or whatever this is," Draco said in an annoyed tone."Serves you right for all the horrid things you were part of," Hermione replied to him and then turned to Shacklebolt, " I understand why and how this is a punishment to him. But this is a punishment to me as well. And what am I being punished for?"she almost cried out. Draco visibly flinched a bit. "Ever since I stepped into the Wizarding World, almost everyone has taken a knack of making a point to me that I'll never be good enough to belong here. So, I studied.I learnt as much as possible,more than anyone else and tried to dedicate myself to whatever it takes to make a perfect witch. Then, Voldemort returned. Second Wizarding War came along. Everyone talks about what or who has been lost who has made sacrifices but does anyone know I had to take it to myself to wipe out my parents' memories of me and drive them away because the Wizarding World cannot provide them with protection?!"Her eyes were glistened and voice became hoarse. "Hermione,you have to know I'm sorry and thankful-" "No,Minister. I'm not holding anyone accountable for what became of my parents. That's completely my own doing.What I'm trying to understand is after everything I've seen and been through, why am I to be hitched against my own volition to this rotten scum of a Deatheater?!" "Ex.Death. Eater,"Draco said in a dangerously low voice. "You have all the reasons to hate me,Granger. But don't carelessly throw around words like you know me. Despite all the hatred and animosity over the years, I tried to warn you during the Triwizard tournament. I didn't want you to end up at the Manor and I definitely didn't want this!"he shrieked pointing at her forearm where that eight-lettered word was curved in forever. "I didn't want this either," he said in a softer tone,pointing at his own forearm and own scar this time. "So,you see. I'm not the good guy that you'd want as your husband. But I'm not as evil as you expect me to be either." Draco's eyes held nothing but honesty and sincerity which took Hermione aback. "Have you said your piece?" she asked with a renewed vigor to which Draco nodded.

"I'd submit my wand and all magical articles to your office tomorrow,Minister. And return to the Muggle world for good. I shall take your leave now." With that she stomped out of the room without even sparing the other two wizards a glance or letting them speak.

Draco's boggart wasn't his father's disappointment in him. Heck it wasn't even the Dark Lord himself. His boggart was a certain Muggleborn witch crying and writhing in pain on the stone cold floor of the Manor,her screams ringing through the Manor walls tortured by his own aunt while he stands there like a coward, doing nothing,not even looking at her.

After being able to successfully able to restore her parents' memories using the Memory Charm,ever-so-curious Hermione Granger tries it on herself. What she didn't expect was an overwhelming rush of memories consisting of a certain very familiar blonde with very unfamiliar moments between them. Shock,surprise,sadness and anger crashed down on her altogether. Did anyone else know? Had he obliviated himself as well?

She knew accepting a dare from Weasley Twins meant trouble. Yet,when they called her a scaredy cat for trying to back down from the bet,she lunged into it. Even if that meant she had to stalk Draco Malfoy the annoying ferret for a week while disillusioning herself. What she didn't realise was that the thing that started as a dare would become habit while being thrust into a totally different perspective of what the-boy-who-made-her-school-life-hell really was.

She was tired of being called ‘boring’ and ‘no fun’. The one time she decided to pull on a prank was on someone no one would expect. Draco Malfoy. So,when an accident happens while concucting the Love Potion and the cauldron explodes,Hermione falls in love with her forever nemesis. Or should I say, pretends to fall in love with him.Draco Malfoy was already having a hard time accomplishing the task he was assigned with. A bushy headed witch being all sappy and clingy was the last thing he needed at the moment.

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Invisible Threads

Invisible Threads https://ift.tt/BUCH5cI by orbitron "Stalking me, are you?" came a familiar drawl from behind her. Hermione whirled, heart racing. Draco Malfoy stood behind her, fixing her with a predatory stare that brought a flush of color to her cheeks. He stepped toward her, so close that she could feel his breath ghosting across her face. "Usually when women follow me around, they aren't quite as obvious as you are." As punishment for his role as a Death Eater, Draco Malfoy's memories of magic are erased and he is sentenced to five years' exile from the Wizarding World. When Hermione encounters him by chance in a Muggle coffee shop she frequents, she realizes he is no longer the same little boy who she once despised. Words: 908, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Memory Loss, Draco Malfoy Wearing Muggle Clothing, Romance, Eventual Romance, Denial of Feelings, Secret Relationship, Sexual Tension, Post-Canon via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/DvKLlsQ April 06, 2024 at 01:03AM

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Harry Potter Characters during parties:

Harry: gets surrounded by his fans

Hermione: designated driver but forgets, has a sip of alcohol and then refuses to drive home because she’s “drunk”

Ron: is the one who handed Hermione the drink

Luna: acts drunk but hasn’t had a sip of anything

Ginny: gets a little drunk but holds her drink surprisingly well

Oliver Wood: Constantly talking about quidditch

Lavender: cries because the guy she is interested in does not feel the same way/ is already in a relationship

Neville: is super sensible, drinks ale, sits in the corner talking to Luna

Sirius: cool uncle who turns up with more booze and says “don’t tell your parents I was here”

Lupin: actually the designated driver

Peter pettigrew: creepy neighbour who stalks the girls on their way home

McGonagall: the neighbour who contemplates putting in a noise complaint, walks across the road to ask them to be quite, but realised it’s mostly Gryffindors and instead stays for a nightcap

Fred: fun drunk, definitely starts dancing on the table

George: joins Fred, makes the mistake of falling off the table

Percy: calls the police but they have already blocked his number so he brings extra booze to the party instead out of guilt

Bill: cool cousin vibes, talks to everyone happily

Charlie: also cool cousin vibes but is less talkative

Draco Malfoy: wasn’t invited but shows up anyways

Blaise: turns up uninvited, starts a fight and gets thrown out

Pansy: turns up, picks an argument in the bathroom, let’s hexed by Ginny, leaves.

Dumbledore: elderly neighbour who realised McGonagall is there so follows her over

Umbridge: actually calls the police, feel no remorse, gets pranked by the twins the next day

[gameofdrarry]

Wizards Hearts Recs: Dragons? Check

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Of Roses and Dragonfire by xErised Rated:  Explicit Words:  53123 Tags: Dragons, Post-Hogwarts, Wooing, Sharing a Bed, Bets & Wagers, Professors, Professor Harry Potter, Professor Draco Malfoy, Tattooed Harry Potter, Parseltongue Kink, Slow Burn, Inappropriate Erections, Resolved Sexual Tension, Semi-Public Sex, 69 (Sex Position), Mutual Pining, Drunkenness, Getting Together, H/D Erised 2018, Community: hd_erised, Meddling Hogwarts, Sex in the Great Hall Summary:  Years after That Kiss, Potter (and his new pet snake) appears again, this time as Hogwarts's Quidditch and Muggle Games instructor (what are Muggle Games anyway? Is this why Potter is swimming in the Great Lake wearing such a tiny pair of pants?), disrupting Draco's peaceful life as Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. It's bad enough dealing with one exuberant Gryffindor (Charlie Weasley as Care of Magical Creatures professor) on the faculty, and what's all the gossip about Potter courting Draco? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Dragons With Silver Linings (or Harry Potter is a Treasure) by megyal Rated:  Mature Words:  9752 Tags:  Dragons, Humour, Fluff Summary:  Harry is living a life most ordinary; maybe a dragon can shake things up. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Blood and Fire by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill) Rated:  Explicit Words:  44888 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, HP: EWE, Getting Back Together, Angst, Mutual Pining, Scars, Tattoos, Patronuses, Flirting, Switching, POV Harry Potter, Community: hd_erised, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Ginny Weasley/Pansy Parkinson - Freeform, Dragons, Kneazles, Owls, Past Relationship(s), Background Relationships, Bottom Draco, Bottom Harry Potter, rushed anal sex, slow anal sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Frottage Summary:  Harry has spent the last twelve years in Romania, not returning to England as often as he knows he should. It's complicated. But when Ginny asks him to be her best man and help her plan her wedding, he can't say no. Having a reckoning with his choices, with himself, won't be easy. To say nothing of seeing Draco again. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Of Dungeons and Dragons by writcraft Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  11500 Tags: Humour, romance, Severus lives AU, References to past canon character death Summary:  Fifteen years after his own Triwizard, Harry returns to Hogwarts to light the Goblet of Fire and open the first round of the latest Tournament. While dealing with a failed relationship, a healthy dose of sarcasm from the current Headmaster and a number of mishaps, Harry finds himself getting close to someone quite unexpected. ❤️ Read on Dreamwidth

📜 Thunder by keyflight790 Rated:  Explicit Words:  21531 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Minor Draco Malfoy/Original Male Character(s), Drug Abuse, Drug Addiction, Drug Withdrawal, Heavy Drinking, sex for drugs, Physical Disability, Disability, Angst with a Happy Ending, Violence, References to Depression, love does not cure all, But it helps a little, Dragons, Thunderstorms, Fire, Anal Sex, Top Draco Malfoy, Bottom Harry Potter, Light Dom/sub, Dom Draco Malfoy, Masturbation, Metaphors, Symbolism, H/D Erised 2019, Getting Back Together, drarry is mfeo, Past Relationship(s) Summary:  HERE ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Next Time I Fall by sassy_cissa Rated:  Explicit Words:  21639 Tags: Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter Friendship, Banter, Dragons, wanking, Blow Jobs Summary:  When Harry visits Charlie in Romania – he ends up finding more than he bargained for. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Such Great Heights by aideomai Rated:  Explicit Words:  93302 Tags: Post-Deathly Hallows, Not Epilogue Compliant, Fundamental Cowardice, Minor Character Death, And: a dragon, also the sex is disappointingly vague I know I'm sorry it's just how I roll, draco dormiens nunquam titillandus, Harry Potter attempts polyamory (and fails) Summary:  Draco Malfoy, wide-eyed and pale and in a decidedly ragged shirt, was crouched next to the pile of whatever the dragon had been eating. Harry threw himself to a halt and yelled, “Merlin, how many times do I have to save your life?” ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 UltraViolet by Spinsomnia Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  172947 Tags: Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Slow Burn, Dragon!Draco, Book 6: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Battle of Hogwarts, Happy Ending, AU, sixth year, Angst, Fluff, Humour, it's a bit of everything im ngl, Depression, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Mutual Pining, Sexual Tension, Mild Sexual Content, Book 7: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, POV Third Person, Past Tense, shape shifting, Not Canon Compliant - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Canon Divergence, Denial of Feelings, Declarations Of Love, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Drarry, Implied/Referenced Torture, Blood and Torture, Dark Magic Summary:  He was in control. He wasn’t going to transform. Not now. Not yet. “Whatever happens,” Potter said, his words slurred by his own tiredness, “I hope you won’t ever forget me.” If Draco knew one thing for certain, it was that forgetting Harry Potter was never going to be an option. It's sixth year and Draco Malfoy has a secret. No one believes Harry when he insists that he is up to something and a Dragon is stalking Hogwarts. When Malfoy goes missing, Harry makes a startling discovery that changes everything he thought he knew about his rival. Draco must fix the Vanishing Cabinet, but he must also protect his darkest secret at all costs - he just never thought that Potter would be the one to help him do it. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Dragons Brought Me to You by SlowTortoise Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  2187 Tags: Pre-Slash, Pre-Relationship, Falling In Love, Mutual Pining, Dragons, Healer Draco Malfoy, Dragon Tamer Harry, Drarropoly: A Drarry Game/Fest, Prompt Fill, Cover Art Summary:  Years after their last meeting, Draco and Harry meet again at the Romanian Dragon Preserve where more than dragon sparks fly. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Long Live the Wyverns and Wilderness Yet by khalulu Rated:  Mature Words:  9476 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Minor Lavender Brown/Ron Weasley, Minor Hermione Granger/Padma Patil, Wyverns, Dragons, H/D Erised 2020, Slow Romance, Banter, Poetry, Returning Home, Getting Together, POV Harry Potter, Magico-ecology, Tubas, Potioneer Draco Malfoy, Redeemed Draco Malfoy, Kissing, Some Humor, Inspired by Poetry, Getting Back Together, Reconciliation Summary:  Five years ago, feeling lost and overwhelmed, Harry left England to seek healing, peace and solitude in the mountains of China. Now, welcomed back by his friends, he finds that no one is quite where he left them – and Draco Malfoy seems to turn up everywhere. A river, a return, a reconciliation and a rekindling. Also wyverns, Weasleys, poems, Patils, Taro Tuesdays and a tuba. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus by persephoneapple Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  1426 Tags: Humor, Romance, Dragons, Established Relationship Summary:  Harry finds out exactly what happens when he tickles a sleeping dragon. ❤️ Read on AO3

[valancyjane]

Nowhere else to turn Chapter 61: Requital

Harry has just sent off his second Patronus stag to Head Auror Pritchard-Hawes when Gilmont and Faulkner reappear, leading Blaise, Theo, and the rest of their party (except Ron) into the Atrium. He hurries to intercept them before they intrude upon Draco’s critical reverie.

“Malfoy’s connecting his magical core to Hermione’s– long story– they’re soul-bonded– she’s going to remotely channel his magic because she’s been drugged again,” Harry imparts in a low voice.

“Listen, I need to know – do any of you have any idea of where this bastard might have taken them? A holiday spot… anything he might have mentioned, that has some meaning to him?” Harry imperatively addresses the group.

A slight pause, before everyone seems to excitedly chatter at once. Bloody hell, they sound like monkeys at the zoo.

“Guys – please!” Harry throws an anxious glance in Malfoy’s direction, relieved that the discordant hubbub doesn’t appear to have registered with the meditating wizard. “One at a time, alright?” he requests, in a quieter tone.

“I always thought he was a grandstanding dickhead, never paid him much attention,” Blaise admits, frustration tightening his wide shoulders.

“I avoided him like the plague – he was forever backing unsuspecting witches into corners at school – I thought he was just a pest, I wish I’d realized he was a rapist,” Ginny spits.

Viktor worriedly demands, “But ve must learn of the place he takes Herm-own-ninny and Miss Pansy!”.

“It’s a tad obvious: but have you checked his uncle’s secret hunting lodge?” Luna pipes up, shrugging gracefully as seven pairs of eyes turn to her in amazement. “You know, the one in Suffolk? His uncle used to invite him there to stalk red deer – well, to shoot them, ‘stalking’ is a ridiculous euphemism, really– ”

“Luna– do you happen to know exactly where in Suffolk this lodge is situated?” Harry fervently queries. “And how do you know of it? Forgive my abruptness, please – every second counts in this crisis.”

Luna shrugs; the movement lightly rattles her dangling silver belled earrings as she answers, “He once told me at a Halloween party that it was just outside the village of Ampton in West Suffolk, about five miles north of Bury St Edmunds. I’m sorry I can’t be more specific, Harry.’

“Oh, people often confide in me at gatherings, usually for want of their preferred company paying them any attention. I don’t ask for confessions, but I hear them, nevertheless. Father says that if you don’t take up much conversational space, people rush in to fill it,” Luna reveals.

You bloody legend, Luna Lovegood! Harry busses her on both cheeks, barely able to stop himself from dancing for joy as she squeaks in surprise.

“Luna – you’re a national treasure – don’t you dare let anyone ever tell you otherwise, you hear me?”. Harry releases her after a quick, affectionate hug.

“Once Malfoy’s finished, we’ll Apparate to Ampton village and proceed from there,” Harry barks.

Pivoting, he checks on Draco. Still looks like he’s deeply involved in their peculiar magic transfer, Harry assesses. Merlin’s beard… I hope he knows what he’s about – the fate of our witches could very well rest upon it. Hermione and Pansy, I mean, he corrects himself, refusing to dwell on his reflexive use of the pronoun ‘our’. I’ll be lucky if Pansy ever speaks to me again, considering how badly I reacted to Ron’s inflammatory disclosure. I admit I was shocked… but I never meant to imply I judged Pansy – I was angry that Ron was so purposefully insensitive and nasty.

His stomach flips as his mind ruthlessly runs through the gamut of worst-case scenarios again.

Please, let them be OK… please… Harry silently begs the universe.

Please give me the chance to apologize… and to hold Pansy in my arms again…

They have to be OK.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23994118/chapters/67596005