#if i remember right i was thinking about draco/percy again

[elisedonut]

currently thinking about the time a few months ago when my grandmother asked me if i was in love because i was spacing out but i was just thinking about Percy again 

and then i had to sit there and explain to her the difference between a character you really love and a character you really love 

[novelizt]

✨ IT'S BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ✨

📸 1989 TV SONGFIC COLLECTION INCLUDING :

tim drake, draco malfoy, peter parker, gojo satoru, percy jackson, anthony lockwood

❗Unfinished prompts are subject to change. Fics with no hyperlinks are coming soon!

📷 TRACK 1 : Welcome To New York

“ IT'S BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ” — TIM DRAKE

you start life at the big apple and unexpectedly meet a fortune teller who informs you of the name of your future husband. you try not to think too hard about it, but it's difficult. considering your boss has the same name as your future husband.

📷 TRACK 2 : Blank Space

“ DON'T SAY I DIDN'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU ” — DRACO MALFOY

you act like a devil to get your husband to divorce you. only to discover that pushing him away only makes him hold on tighter.

📷 TRACK 3 : Style

“ WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE ” — TIM DRAKE

wayne enterprise heir x stark industries heiress

rivals in public, lovers in secret ; two heirs have an explicit arrangement because they can't risk their public image with anyone else.

📷 TRACK 4 : Out Of The Woods

“ WE WERE IN SCREAMING COLORS ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you think you're hard to love, but he loves you like it's breathing.

📷 TRACK 5 : All You Had To Do Was Stay

“ ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY ” — DRACO MALFOY

you and draco meet again after he had ignored you years before. he wants to tell you why he'd left but he doesn't know how you'd react to him being a criminal.

📷 TRACK 6 : Shake It Off

“ PLAYERS GONNA PLAY ” — GOJO SATORU

it's embarrassing to know that the rumors about you reach other schools. one faithful day, gojo satoru gives you unsolicited advice about doing the shit you want because you'd get hate whether or not you'd do it anyway. a bottle of wine later, and you begin to think he's right.

📷 TRACK 7 : I Wish You Would

“ I WISH YOU WOULD ” — PETER PARKER

your long-time friendship with peter had gone sour. after years of trying to put you behind bars, peter tries to save you from kraven, but you're not sure if you can trust him anymore.

“ I WISH WE COULD GO BACK AND REMEMBER WHAT WE WERE FIGHTING FOR ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

PEERING EYES OVER WROUGHT-IRON FENCES

📷 TRACK 8 : Bad Blood

“ STILL GOT THE SCARS ON MY BACK FROM YOUR KNIFE ” — DRACO MALFOY

turning from childhood friends to enemies, and then learning to tolerate each other after the war is a storm waiting to happen. especially when he had tried to kill you and failed.

📷 TRACK 9 : Wildest Dreams

“ SAY YOU'LL REMEMBER ME ” — PERCY JACKSON

you and percy agree to only see each other for the summer but as august draws to a close, it gets harder and harder to untangle your fingers from his.

📷 TRACK 10 : How You Get The Girl

“ FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER ” — PERCY JACKSON

hitman! percy

percy is hired to kill an important man in singapore, not expecting to meet and fall for his target's daughter.

📷 TRACK 11 : This Love

“ THIS LOVE CAME BACK TO ME ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you're back in town. as promised, lockwood welcomes you with open arms. the only difficulty was the fact that you kissed the last time you saw each other.

📷 TRACK 12 : I Know Places

“ I KNOW PLACES ” — PETER PARKER

marvel x pjo crossover ; daughter of athena! reader

peter's only trying to protect you but you're more scared of him than you are of the monsters coming after you.

📷 TRACK 13 : Clean

“ I THINK I AM FINALLY CLEAN ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

lockwood was cursed to be alone. you prove that your love can break curses.

📷 TRACK 14 : Wonderland

“ YOU AND I GOT LOST IN IT ” — TIM DRAKE

you and tim are thrown into wonderland by mad mod. the line between fantasy and reality blur; now, tim stares at you like he wishes you weren't enemies.

“ IT'S ALL FUN AND GAMES 'TIL SOMEBODY LOSES THEIR MIND ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

fantasy au!

you were a princess and you liked to dress in gold. one day, you're snatched by a dragon. come to find out that the dragon is a shape-shifting boy who thought you were a statue.

📷 TRACK 15 : You Are In Love

“ TRYING TO PUT IT INTO WORDS ” — TIM DRAKE

it's hard to find the right words to explain why you love tim.

📷 TRACK 16 : New Romantics

“ I CAN BUILD A CASTLE OUT OF ALL THE BRICKS THEY THROW AT ME ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you recruit the daring anthony lockwood to stage a relationship that will rile up the press.

— FROM THE VAULT !!

📷 TRACK 17 : "SLUT!"

“ LOVELORN AND NOBODY KNOWS ” — PETER PARKER

a publication comes out, announcing that your hero selves are dating. now, you and peter have to distance yourselves because one, mary jane watson—renowned journalist, has been suspecting you of having an alter ego.

“ IN A WORLD OF BOYS, HE'S A GENTLEMAN ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

lockwood is tasked with the important task of protecting a foreign princess, you. you discovered that you liked his boyish charms more than expected.

📷 TRACK 18 : Now That We Don't Talk

“ THE MORE I GAVE, YOU'D WANT ME LESS ” — CHILDE

how bad can it be, to sleep with the enemy?

📷 TRACK 19 : Say Don't Go

“ I'M YOURS, BUT YOU'RE NOT MINE ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

fantasy au!

you are the heir to the throne, soon to be coronated. he is your loyal guard. when repressed feelings come bubbling to the surface, it's hard to keep away. except, he has to, because a prince should be standing next to you, not him.

📷 TRACK 20 : Suburban Legends

“ BORN TO BE SUBURBAN LEGENDS ” — PETER PARKER

you became strangers when you thought you'd spend your whole lives together. one faithful day, peter gets sucked into an old polaroid picture, returning to the day it was taken; your 18th birthday.

📷 TRACK 21 : Is It Over Now?

“ FAST FORWARD TO 300 TAKEOUT COFFEES LATER ” — PETER PARKER

you and peter agreed to stop whatever was happening between you two for his sake. it wasn't good to date your employer's daughter, after all. the task wasn't easy when you work at the same place.

📷 HIDDEN TRACK : Sweeter Than Fiction

“ PROVED ME RIGHT WHEN YOU PROVED THEM WRONG ” — PETER PARKER

a lot of people had a lot to say about peter when his identity was revealed. he revered how you stuck by his side through all of that, even if all you did was run a fan account.

Feel free to message me if you want to be tagged in a certain fic 😊 I'm open to just squealing about our boys and/or Taylor Swift !!

🦋 — @novelizt 2023

[grahambaham]

Some more fic recs cause I'm obsessed and these are all really good.

The Fishbowl by LordLuxury - basically Bruce is a dick which I don't usually go for but it's really good, and he's terrible to Dick and the batfam witnesses him treating Dick like shit and hitting him for the first time and it becomes a whole thing. It's great. 10/10.

2. Look Right Through Me by Teaberry - Stranger Things fic where Steve is trapped in the Upside Down a few months before will and nobody really notices. Will and Steve friendship, no bashing.

3. this place of wrath and tears - and the sequel - my head is bloody, but unbowed by NorthernRanger - Harry goes back in time to 1979 where he gains the attention of Death Eaters, Order members and pretty much all of the British wizarding world by kicking ass. Alastor Moody sort of becomes a weird ass teenager's dad. Not actually, but whatever. Love it. 10/10.

4. Facade by Impravidus - Destiel with Castiel being a very religious man and Dean having been raised to believe in killing supernatural creatures by his serial killer father. It's an idea I've thought about before and am so glad to see it written. 10/10.

5. Miracles Don't Exist by sameuspegasus - Supernatural and House MD crossover where Dean seems to have a case of continuously coming back from the dead and everyone is confused. 10/10.

6. Sand Dollar Child by withay - basically people and other think that Percy's a god cuz he's just that guy. 10/10. Maybe rating everything 10/10 isn't the way to go but whatever. I only speak the truth.

7. An Hour of Wolves by solvskrift - Harry's sixth year where Harry is once again going through some shit. Romilda Vane is a nasty bitch who deserves a crucio to the face and love potions should be fucking illegal. Incomplete but a really good read.

8. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - AU Rewrite by killtherat - Harry's kidnapped by Voldemort and his buddies. I honestly don't remember anything else but I know it was amazing so give it a read. 10/10 boom.

9. The Second String by Eider_Down - time travel to the Marauders' era but then it turns out to also be dimension travel. Harry is a badass. I don't really remember much about this one either but it's one of my favorite Harry Potter fics so. 10/10.

10. Three's Family by darkbluedark - Harry and Draco accidentally time travel to the first war and get caught and interrogated by Sirius, James and Dumbledore. It's mostly humour, bickering and some angst. Amazing. I honestly reread it a bunch of time. 10/10.

11. Fishing in Alaska by CaffeeinatedFlumadiddle - one of the best and funniest fics ever, truly. Triton and Percy (and Kymopoliea, did I spell her name right?) are sibling goals. Percy's powers are even more destructive than usual and the gods are worried. He runs off to Alaska cuz fuck them. It's great. 11/10.

[kirbudo]

Knowledge is cursed

Would it be bad to make Draco a love interest? I don't know the ages- someone tell me. Give me potential love interest.

Tagged— @peter-the-pan

A light shake was enough to wake the sleeping Weasley up, Percy lightly hit his shoulders as the weight numbed them. "You awake?" He asked gently as M/n stared at the floor before stretching a bit. "I'm awake. Sorry, Perce." He chuckles shaking his head and ruffling his hair. "No need, I know you need sleep." The two grabbed their luggage and made their way off the train. "Percy! M/n!" Ron shouted, Percy sighed bitterly at their youngest, M/n gave a soft smile as Ron ran up in his unmarked gown. "Chocolate? Or jelly beans?" He asked, holding out a half eaten frog and half full box of beans.

Percy scoffed.

Before he could belittle the youngest, M/n gratefully took the gift and ate them at a slow pace. "This is why you're so skinny." Percy scolded his eating habits, making the other lightly smile. "Ravenclaw? Aren't all Weasely's Gryffindor?" The girl spoke up and saw the red heads gathered. "Oh quiet." Ron snapped as Percy sighed and dragged M/n away. "Don't listen to her, M/n."

Despite being in Ravenclaw, M/n was left by himself. it was almost taboo for anyone to try and talk to him. He was supposed to be Gryffindor. Why was he in Ravenclaw? He ignored them all. Reading the book his father gave him with glee. It was sorting time. He put his book down and paid attention. He clapped along to each sorted wizard and witch, not wanting them to feel left out as he did. He remembers the silence.

"Mr. Weasley," Snape called out to the boy who looked up to the black dressed man. "Come." He stood and quickly followed. Whispers erupted. The two walked to the class where he taught and Snape slammed his book in front of him. "I found this in your little hideout." M/n stared at the advance potions book. "Sorry, Professor. I didn't think you would let me into your advanced classes." Silence. Oh God, he hated it.

"Incompetent. You think I'd let a student not attend because of houses?" M/n furrowed his brows before Snape snapped a look at him to keep quiet. "You're tolerable, Weasley. You aren't eager to prove yourself. You may attend my advanced classes. Now, go to your dorms immediately."

M/n stared in awe. "Professor... Thank you." He whispers and quickly runs out before curfew locks him out.

M/n sighs as he rereads the books once again, he was stuck on a potion that Snape thought he could do. It was beyond his skills and he only broke more and more cauldrons. Of course, Snape didn't mind. The teacher always seemed to favour the Ravenclaw, when asked about it he would simply glare and scoff before flicking his wand against his forehead.

The Weasley rubbed his sore forehead with a light frown before a small chuckle echoed in his space. "There you are!" "We've been looking for you!" The twins spoke as they put away the map. The two walked over to their brother and hugged each arm, peeking at his book. "You've done nothing but study!" George huffed tugging a bit. "Even Ron has been more active than you are!" Fred tugged back before a small little game insured.

"Wait, are you crying?!" The two spoke before M/n got up, leaving quickly. He quickly ignored the worried or judgemental looks before seeing the twins run after their brother. "M/n!? Fred! George!" Ron shouted seeing the three run before groaning. "What's wrong Ron?" Harry asked seeing the familiar pair and the Ravenclaw brother. "They made him cry again, everyone knows not to. He's fragile hearted and cries easily like some baby. He's supposed to be my older brother."

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other. "Ron, I don't think that's a good thing to say." Harry spoke up already telling that M/n was somewhat a black sheep or maybe he was bullied too much to where it wasn't playful anymore. "That's right! He's your older brother but he's also one of many in all advanced classes. For a Weasely that's quite an accomplishment." Hermione spoke pointedly. She turned away to walk off. "I can see why the teachers favour him more. You all are just mean and insensitive."

Ron stared confused then looked at hary who nodded. "You're all mental."

"M/n!" The two called out, despite having the map, they didn't want to use it. M/n wiped his tears away, he knew that he was picked on because of his hobbies, but why? That was something he couldn't understand. "Oh boy," a voice called out seeing the tearful look. "Did your brothers pick on you again?" Hagrid asked, handing him a handkerchief. "Yes." He spoke quietly before Hagrid huffed. "Well, come on then. Let's go drink some tea." M/n stood up and grabbed a piece of his shirt as they headed to the hut. He continued to cry, trying to wipe his tears away as they walked.

"Now, what warrants you to cry?"

Hagrid watched as the Weasley face changed into so much emotions before bursting out in quiet sobs.

"Why does... Being in Ravenclaw... Bother my family... So much?"

M/n whimpers out, the giant man's face quickly forms into a deep frown before shaking his head with a sigh.

"Why does... My mother hate it? Hate me?"

He continued to spill out everything he held in. Hagrid gave him a tight yet gentle hug while whispering that it was going to be alright. "Let it all out, bottling it out isn't good for the mind."

The twins were found hiding under Hagrid window listening. Frowning before hurriedly going away as they couldn't stand the cries.

[jomiddlemarch]

(I measure time by how a body sways)

I. “Thank you for agreeing to see me. You’re the only person I can ask,” Draco said. He’d cast a wandless Silencio that he’d modified to prevent any type of recording, which was, as they said,  sending roses to Beaubatons, but he’d been more influenced in his youth by Severus Snape than his own father, and the habit for secrecy and self-reliance died hard. The wards on Bill Weasley’s office were the most robust at the Ministry outside of the Department of Mysteries and on the rare occasions a goblin sought an interview, they merited a brief grimace that indicated respect and recognition of what Bill had learned from studying the first level wards at Gringott’s.

The massive door was shut tight and its three locks (melchior, silver, and shakudo) were properly secured. Bill sat behind his slab of a desk, his eyes on Draco and the only means of egress. Short of casting Fidelius, there was no greater privacy to be had in Wizarding Great Britain. 

(Draco had discarded the plan to portkey to Durmstrang and use their Rechevi zatvor chamber. Bill could be late for dinner, but Fleur wouldn’t allow him to miss it entirely just to chat with a colleague.)

“I’m the only person, eh?” Bill said, his expression skeptical. He would have raised an eyebrow, if that were an option, but the scarring on his face had affected the musculature as well. He made do with tone or voice and rubbing a hand along his bearded jaw. Something about the touch of werewolf had darkened his hair to bronzed chestnut, but every once in a while, Draco remembered how richly auburn he’d once been, when he’d looked like a Viking warrior, nearly a match for his half-Veela bride.

“Flitwick doesn’t have the expertise in the Dark Arts, plus he’s overdue to retire and is on the verge of turning into a second Binns,” Draco said. “I need help, not a tranquilizer.”

Bill shrugged in apparent agreement.

“Krum’s sister Vela is in the middle of something with their Unspeakables and is on leave from Durmstrang. Master Zesiro at Uagadou refuses to respond to me and before you ask, I sent Owls, tokens and an emissary. No dice,” Draco said. Bill knew why Zesiro was unwilling to engage, Draco didn’t need to go through the whole rigamarole again and have Bill point out Draco’s myriad unforced errors.

“And so you came to me,” Bill said.

“I knew you’d at least agree to meet with me. And unlike the others, you have a vested interest in my…situation. It could be considered a conflict but I think it’s actually something in favor of you as an advisor,” Draco said.

“Plus, no one else is capable, willing, or available,” Bill replied. “I feel honored, truly, Draco—”

“It’s not like that,” Draco said. Bill was probably the Weasley Draco got along best with, Ron and Ginny still unable to completely move past their schooldays, Percy still too much of a prig, Charlie an unknown, having retreated to his dragon preserve, only emerging for Weasley events of great import, ones which Draco would not be invited to. Draco felt George Weasley had lost his mind along with his twin and kept his distance, knowing Fleur agreed and would back him up if she absolutely had to. He and Bill had worked together on a number of cases and there had been three definitive occasions when Draco had saved Bill’s life, plus Fleur liked Draco’s taste in wine and willingness to linger over a cassoulet. Given all that, Draco struggled with Bill’s wry teasing, though the older man had made it clear that it was much milder than any mockery the Weasleys exchanged among themselves. 

“It’s all right. Tell me, what’s happened that has the unflappable Draco Malfoy, well, flapped? Is that even a word?” Bill said, the kindness edging amusement in his blue eyes.

“It’s not. Even if it were, I’m not flapped. I’m…I don’t know what I am. I feel like I’ve lost my bearings, like my magic has slipped from my control, it might be wild or absent or—”

“What happened, Draco?” Bill repeated, serious now, all joking cast aside.

“This,” Draco said, rolling up his sleeve and extending his left forearm. “This bloody well fucking happened.”

“Fuck,” Bill breathed, reaching out to take hold of Draco’s wrist but pausing to catch his eye first in a wordless request for permission. Draco nodded sharply, though he couldn’t help flinching when Bill grasped him firmly and leaned closer. He’d worn iron manacles in Azkaban, though they’d been unnecessary, there to make the prison guards remember he was a prisoner. To slake some of their rage that might otherwise have been channeled into assault. Bill’s touch was much lighter than the metal cuffs, but for a moment, it was unbearable. He took a deep breath and Bill, with a wolf’s acuity, heard him, gripping him less tightly.

“When did you notice it changed?” Bill asked with the curiosity of the scientist examining a new specimen.

“How the fuck did it change, Bill? No one else’s Dark Mark has ever altered, not since Voldemort was destroyed!” Draco exclaimed. 

Shortly after Harry had cast the final curse that killed Voldemort, the Dark Mark on all surviving Death-eaters had blurred, as if a noxious fog had consumed the brand. By the next dawn, the tattoos were sharply delineated again but they’d changed from the original serpent and skull. Each person carried an image of what they regretted most; those who remained loyal to Voldemort wore an exquisite rendition of Harry Potter wielding the Elder Wand. Severus Snape’s body showed with a cameo’s perfection Lily Potter’s face in profile, which made Draco wonder how long the man’s spirit had lingered and whether his ghost must haunt the Shrieking Shack. Lucius had the door of the family vault left open, the stacks of Galleons sharply diminished, the Malfoy crest half-destroyed.

Draco had borne the cabinet of mysteries he’d brought into Hogwarts emblazoned against the pale skin of his inner arm, the grain of the wood, the elegance of the scrollwork, the dangling key with its gold tassel all included in precise detail.

Had being the optimal word. Because the cabinet was gone and, in its place, the word Mudblood was carved with in the spiky hand his aunt had used to sign any document, the letters in dusky atramentum. The flesh around them was stained with the angry red streaks of blood poisoning. 

It was the mark Hermione Granger still carried fifteen years later after Bellatrix Lestrange had tortured her with a cursed blade and repeated Crucios, impervious to any enchantment, potion or balm. Something about the combination of assaults, the raving madness of the caster, her last bit of sanity held like a shard of glass, had rendered the scar beyond the purview of any magical healing, though Potter in particular had been loath to accept it and had spent a decent chunk of his vault’s holdings on attempts.

Now it was on Draco Malfoy’s arm. 

Now it was his greatest regret. 

Now he had no idea what to do about that.

“You don’t need to bite my head off. I’ll remind you, you came to me for help. Advice. So, again, when did you first notice it had changed?” Bill asked.

“About a week ago, I went to bed early. I’d felt ill the whole day, thought I’d sleep it off with a little Dreamless, whatever it was. I woke in the night with chills and then again, soaked to the skin, but in the morning, I felt all right, if not terribly rested. When I was washing up, that’s when I noticed it,” Draco said. That first moment, the shock had been like that of a curse caught full in the chest, his breath pulled from his lungs, an unearthly cold at the base of his spine. He’d dropped the loose shirt he’d worn to bed without thinking about it, muttering Lumos Lumos Lumos until the bathroom was as bright as an operating theater. He’d never before experienced his body as separate, but his arm had not felt like it belonged to him and he’d touched the tattoo gingerly with a forefinger before he tried to claw it off.

“Has it changed since that first morning?” Bill said.

“No, it hasn’t. It doesn’t feel any different now than it did before either,” Draco said.

“So what you’re most distressed about is that it changed,” Bill said.

“Yes, Bill, that’s what I’m most distressed about,” Draco said, trying to keep himself restrained. He sounded unhinged, even to himself. Or was that only to himself?

“Because I thought maybe you were most upset about it changing to Hermione’s scar from Bellatrix torturing her,” Bill remarked coolly. Hermione’s romantic relationship with Ron Weasley had barely lasted a fortnight, but the Weasley clan still considered her one of theirs and Bill, in particular, having learned what was expected of her by Dumbledore and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix, dating back to her first year at Hogwarts and lasting through the horcrux hunt and the final battle, was inclined to be protective of her in lieu of all the other adults who’d failed her or dismissed the risks to her with the praise that was supposed to sustain her through terror and torture. His reaction was what Draco had meant when he’d mentioned a vested interest, though as per usual, Draco had avoided thinking about what term Bill would have chosen. It would not have been the legal phrase, no matter how icy Bill’s tone turned.

“I can’t—if she knew, I’d never,” he faltered. It had been like this since he’d realized what the brand was, his thoughts fractured, resisting all attempts at coherence. His magic fought him as well, an experience he’d found referenced in only one, quite Dark volume shoved to the back of the Malfoy library, a book they’d kept because it had come with Narcissa’s The Most Noble House of Black dowry. He’d tried Occluding, to no avail, and a half-dozen potions, even that most British panacea, a proper cup of tea, and he still found himself lost when he tried to imagine Hermione’s reaction or why he now carried her curse on his body.

“It’s possible it has nothing to do with her,” Bill said, holding up a hand before Draco could interrupt. “I only mean, that she wouldn’t be aware of it, that the change is something for you to deal with, without telling her. Asking her for her take on it, making it one more iteration of Bellatrix’s torture.”

“I don’t want her hurt. Ever,” Draco said. That’s pretty much the endpoint he’d reached after all his ruminations, the only inviolable truth he’d been able to find, mucking about in his own head.

“I don’t want her hurt ever again. I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Good, because this was going to be a very short conversation otherwise,” Bill said. “For the record, I didn’t think you were so self-absorbed you wouldn’t consider what it could do to her. I know you better than that.”

“You hold me in greater esteem than I do myself,” Draco said.

“Yeah. I know,” Bill said. “What have you tried already? Read already?”

“Flamel, Bao Gu, Senior Zadith, Katherine Dee, Isola Vyvyvan,” Draco said, ticking them off on his fingers. “The obvious choices and I’ve looked through what seemed relevant at the Ministry and the Malfoy library.”

“Hogwarts?”

“Unless Madam Ossett has tampered with the inventory for the Restricted Section, there’s nothing there worth looking at,” Draco said. “Possibly Durmstrang has something, but I’d rather not have anyone there…conjecturing. I’ve taken the potions you’d recommend and tried the Etiologica clarissa.”

“Not clarissima?” Bill said.

“Too Light to risk it,” Draco said. “If I off myself, we’re none the wiser.”

“And you’re dead,” Bill said.

“That too,” Draco said. “Strangely enough, not my chief concern.”

“Not strangely enough. Fleur and I feel you’ve held your life too cheaply since—”

“Since I survived Voldemort and the Final Battle and Azkaban? I should live each day as the gift it is?” Draco said.

“You’re always ready to throw it away, in some sort of penance. It wouldn’t help anyone. Certainly not Hermione,” Bill said.

“Who said it would be for her?”

“Your arm, for one,” Bill replied. “The look in your eyes when someone mentions her. How you say her name if you’re in company, Madam Hermione Nimue Granger. You never leave out either honorific. It’s not like it takes Divination or an eye for poker tells.”

“I suppose I’m giving new meaning to wearing my heart on my sleeve,” Draco said.

“That’s the spirit,” Bill said. “I don’t mean to pry and I’ll remind you that you came to me, but, has something changed between you and Hermione?”

“It must have,” Draco said. If he hadn’t already been sitting, he would have collapsed into a chair. As it was, his shoulder slumped and he sensed that if she’d seen him, his mother would have scolded him for his slovenly posture unbecoming of a Pureblood Wizard. He would have wanted to chuck something at her. “I don’t know how to put it. I guess, I realized, I’ve fallen in love with her.”

“Got it in one. You did know how to put it,” Bill said. He leaned back in his chair, satisfied, as if Draco were his struggling, dunderhead student who had finally gotten a correct answer to the simplest equation. Basically as if he’d been who he’d thought Neville was, until he discovered Longbottom’s steady intelligence and propensity to tend to others instead of seeking glory.

“If you already knew, why didn’t you say?” 

Bill had been generous enough not to crow over Draco’s…announcement? 

Realization?

Sentence? 

Doom?

Because however he felt about her, he couldn’t expect Hermione to return his feelings, not when he considered how he’d treated her when they were in school, when he had allowed himself to become her mortal enemy. When she’d been brought to his home and he’d watched her being tortured and he hadn’t said a word. In the years that followed, he’d sent to formal apologia that was expected of him and made the recompense the Ministry had required, the months at Azkaban, his magic withheld, and he’d focused on making something of himself that was worthwhile, breaking curses, retrieving and restoring magical items that had been stolen, taking whatever cases the Ministry asked. If that meant he was brought into contact, sometimes close contact, with her, he made no complaints. No excuses. After the first time they’d met again, her stubborn chin raised when he greeted her with her title, they’d got on well enough; that had been the moment he’d realized her face was heart-shaped and that her eyes were the brown of an autumn leaf in a brook, a very fine, very dry sherry. 

They’d worked cases together and he’d liked her. Went to annual, dull Ministry galas and he’d liked her, admired how she nursed one glass of wine all night, didn’t leave early. They’d ended up at the pub together, with more of her friends than anyone who’d call themselves his and he’d liked her, her sharp wit and her affectionate humor, the way she flushed after the second glass of ale. There had been conferences they both attended, her comments measured, provocative, rarely cruel and he’d liked her, how closely she’d listened to the witch from Uagadou, how she’d made the formal obeisance before launching into an idea for a collaboration, the offer to meet over dinner, the casual way she’d included him.

He liked her smile, her laughter, her solemn expression when Snape was mentioned. He liked her chestnut hair and the silver streak that ran through it, her determined gait, her pretty ankles visible through the swish of her formal robes. He liked the scent of her perfume, something Muggle with bergamot, and the line of her neck when she tilted her head to one side in contemplation. He liked the way she’d looked up at the ceiling of the Great Hall when they’d come back to Hogwarts and turned to him, wonder mixed with grief in her eyes, the gleam of tears that would have made an exquisite potion if she’d let them fall. He liked how she spoke to the students and the faculty, how she was candid, how she kept her secrets. How she lied. 

She’d walked with him through the hallway where he’d brought the cabinet. Where he’d been desperate, convinced it wouldn’t work. Wouldn’t be enough if it did. Where he’d told himself he had to and that they wouldn’t kill children. She’d taken his hand in her own and said They let you down, let you go hang, I should’ve done something and he knew if he’d come to her she would not have turned him away. Sorry, she’d said, a little word for an absolution. 

A little word to rearrange the world, his world, around her.

Irrevocably.

“At the risk of annoying the fuck out of you, I knew you had to get there on your own. Personal journey, coming to it in your own time, all that shite,” Bill said. “Trite, but true.”

“You’re enjoying this,” Draco said.

“Not as much as you’d think. I owe Fleur fifty Galleons,” Bill said.

“You bet on me? Against me?”

“I was on your side, mate. I thought you’d figure it out sooner. Without the Dark Mark changing part of it,” Bill said. “I didn’t anticipate totally unprecedented magic as the catalyst for your epiphany. And if you’ve a mind to make some snide, superior dig at me, feel free to fuck right off and remember you came to me for help.”

Draco, who had been grappling with the urge to make snide, superior and cutting remark, likely regarding Bill’s intelligence, House, and scholarship, found himself choking on a laugh instead.

“How’d you guess?”

“I have five younger brothers and my family is the poorest of the Sacred Twenty-Eight,” Bill said. Five, which meant he still counted Fred. It was a wonder they were all walking and talking with the degree of loss they’d had to cope with, though Bill’s grief was understandable, acceptable, especially since he hadn’t been fully turned when Greyback savaged him and Fleur hadn’t for a second countenanced leaving him.

“What am I going to do, Bill?” Draco asked.

“I think you know but I’m happy to talk it through,” Bill said. 

“You won’t tell her. If I don’t, I’ll have to wear a glamour all the time. I won’t forget to cast it, she wouldn’t find out accidentally. I’ll know though. I’ll think about it every time, this secret, and it’s my body, she’d be the first to say I have autonomy, but it will change things between us. Not for the better,” he said.

“Yeah,” Bill said.

“She’s one of the only people in the world who’d be able to figure out what happened, magically speaking. To my arm. If it had turned into Katie Bell and that bloody necklace, I’d have gone to Hermione, not you. She’d be excited to figure it out. I expect there’d have been a monograph drafted within a fortnight,” Draco said.

“Translated into Bulgarian and Kiswahili,” Bill added.

“If I go to her, she’ll know. What she doesn’t understand right away she’ll ask me about. I won’t lie to her,” he said.

“Never a good idea to lie to her. She can cast wandless, both hands,” Bill said.

“She’ll know I’m in love with her,” Draco said.

“You don’t need to sound so bleak,” Bill said. “If it turns out she doesn’t feel the same, she still cares for you. About you. It’s not the end of the world to be friends, even if you’re also in love with her.”

“You’re happily married to a half-Veela. Excuse me if your reassurance about how great it will be for her to be aware of my unrequited love falls flat,” Draco said.

“I said if, you glib prat,” Bill said. “Let’s just say you don’t have the best perspective on the whole situation.”

“Has she said something to you?”

“If she had, I wouldn’t tell you. That’s why you came to me, for privacy. I have eyes, don’t I? And once a month, I have the acuity of a wolf,” Bill said.

“I have to tell her,” Draco said. “Everything.”

“Yeah,” Bill replied. “Everything’s a good place to start. One suggestion though—”

“What?”

“She doesn’t like Firewhiskey. Bring a good brandy,” Bill said.

[samsalami66]

Shipper Tag Game

Tagged by my darling @kydrogendragon ! Thank you, I'm excited for this one!

What ship were you completely obsessed with as a teenager, but now you don't care about anymore?

Going to say some controversial shit now, but my teenage self was a weird person XD. I was very obsessed with the dancer-duo Les Twins. Left the fandom after my one friend I had in it and I parted ways and never looked back.

Which ship would you consider your first one?

Also Les Twins. Everything before that were OC character stories or stories without pairings.

Your first fanfic was about which couple?

Let me look that up,,, I haven't opened Wattpad in years,,, okay so the new MacGyver and my OC Sam (and name giver) and that was in 2017.

Do you remember the first couple you saw fan art of?

Most certainly something related to Star Wars the Clone Wars, Ahsoka and Rex or something of the like. I do remember what my very first fic was of though, since I was handed a phone with a fic to read at 12 and it was bdsm smut,,, it was Stexpert, a German YouTuber ship.

Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?

Eh. Not that I'm aware of? Ship and let ship, right? Never saw a reason to deny someone something that doesn't harm anyone.

Did you use to have any NOTP or have one currently?

I wouldn't say I have any hard NOTPs. Some I dislike in a way (Dramione, for example, I just don't get) or some I don't quite prefer to read. In the Sandman fandom I'd say it's any pairing with the Corinthian, but that's honestly just because the premises are usually not for me!

Who were the last couple in the last fanfic you read?

I imagine it was Dreamling, since I'm not reading anything else at the moment!

Currently, do you have any OTPs?

Definitely, and it's Dreamling. Not much of a multi-shipper, I usually have one ship I stick with and feel comfortable with at a time.

Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting into?

No, not really. I hope I'm still getting into some Percy Jackson shippings, but I haven't read the books yet so I'm not too surprised. Perhaps also Johnlock? Heard there's some good fanfic there.

Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they're kind of interesting?

Not really, no. I usually stick to my opinions here!

Do you have any ship that, in the past, would have been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

Don't know if that ever was normal, but once again, Les Twins. I wasn't ever cancelled for it, which I'm thankful for.

What is your favourite crack ship?

I don't think I ever had an actual crack ship! I should find myself one.

What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?

See that's a hard question. I feel like my big three are sort of head to head to one another, couldn't for the life of me tell you which is first. So I'll just name all three! So we had Drarry, which I started in 2020 and read a lot about during Covid. Then we had HankCon (Detroit: Become Human) which I read almost every fic out there for (I joined when the fandom was already dead lmao) and now Dreamling!

What do most of your ships have in common?

Good question. Usually there's one character I absolutely adore (Draco, Connor and Hob respectively) and a person that fits them, even if I don't care about them as much? (Like I don't care much for Harry, but he's good in the pairing!)

What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

As mentioned before,,, miscommunication and also toxic behaviour treated romantically. No I do not find stalking sort of hot. And neither do I find gaslighting fun. Or domestic abuse!

Tagging @bazzybelle and @hadeswritesthings ! No pressure on that though :))

[wisteria-blooms]

long hair & tattoos (bill weasley & reader) (2/15)

CHAPTER DIRECTORY CHAPTER 2: Fred and George offer you help but the biggest hurdle seems to be convincing Bill Weasley to play along with your preposterous idea.

TAGLIST: @inpraizeof @milkiane @lovesanimals0000 @alisslaheySUMMARY: You, (Y/N) Malfoy, despise your family’s views on blood purity. Unlike your little brother Draco, you won’t be roped into marrying for status. However, when your father, Lucius, puts down an ultimatum, you’re forced to find a lover for next week’s dinner. With his long hair, tattoos, piercings, and your father’s worst nightmare reincarnated in a man, who better to bring than a much older Bill Weasley? What should’ve been one night of deceit turns to a battle of charades and wits. Just who will crumble first: your family, Bill, or you?

CHAPTER 2: BABY, YOU'RE IN LUCK

“Why the long face?” “Did your trip to the Maldives this summer get cancelled?” “Chalet in the Swiss Alps burn down?” “Cheer up. Looks of gloom will age you, and your mum will let you know that. Probably put you on an anti-aging potion or something.” Fred and George were alternating between talking in your right and left ear. You had walked into Weasley Wizard Wheezes before they opened. It was Saturday, meaning the store was open for just a couple hours before the pair would head out for a nice home-cooked meal. They were still going through new inventory and setting up shop when you knocked on the door. “No,” you responded with a heavy sigh. You placed the coffee you purchased on the table and spun around. “It’s a lot more dire.”

You held out coffee. Fred thanked you before happily sinking his teeth back into your ‘problems.’ “I couldn’t think of anything more important than those two things.” “See, mum and dad were on my case again last night, and they even roped in Draco this time,” you explained, earning a look of understanding from George. “Mum thinks every year past twenty is an exponential drop in fertility, and it’s extremely sexist.” You walked over to a shelf and peeked at some inventions that were on display. You picked up a transparent sphere with mustard yellow and green mist swirling about. “Reckon this’ll get them off my back?” “If you want to stink up your entire house including your own room, then be my guest,” said Fred with a laugh.“This seems urgent though,” George remarked through a sip of coffee. “You don’t usually come without notice.” You sighed. “They say if I don’t bring someone this time, they’ll invite someone for me.” “Who’s the lucky guy?” asked Fred with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “No one, just a threat,” you mumbled, going back to twinkling with new products and hoping to evade Fred’s curiosity. It was George’s turn to act smug. “And we’re not helping unless you answer,” he teased as he leaned on the front doors. “Why do you have to kick me when I’m down?” you asked with a groan. “Merlin, I even brought you coffee.” George gave the door a gentle kick, exposing the daylight and threatening to send you out if you didn’t respond. You could feel heat in your face. You would’ve given them a piece of your mind if you didn’t love them so much. They were the only people you’d let tease you relentlessly. You pinched your nose and exhaled. “They’ll invite Crabbe.” There was a moment of silence before the twins erupted in laughter. It was like cannons had gone off in the shop. Fred doubled over and banged his fist on the counter so hard you were afraid he’d break the glass. George acted like air was suddenly sacred and gulped it up in loud wheezes. You swore you could’ve seen a tear or two leak out of his eye. “Remember when Percy was prefect?” Fred choked when he recovered from his bout of laughter. “He confiscated enough of, of,”—he stopped when he doubled over again— “Wicked—Wicked Witches Weekly to fill up the library.” “What a prude! Didn’t even take a look before he turned it in,” commented George with a chortle as he wiped the corner of his eye. “It’s still in Filch’s office, I reckon.” “That’s what I said!” you exclaimed. “It’s the only thing he understands because there are more breasts than words.” “Sh, now,” Fred said as he put a finger to your lips. “Our princess doesn't use such vulgar language.” “Now you’re starting to sound like my mother," you mumbled as you pried Fred’s finger off. Fred swayed side to side with his hands in his pockets. “There’s an easy solution,” he stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What is it? Come on, out with it.” “Take me to the dinner,” he offered with a wink. He took your hand and brought it to his face. “I’m the perfect boyfriend already. No pretending needed.” “Don’t think so,” George said with a shake of his head. He ran over and pushed Fred aside. He took your other hand and planted a kiss on your knuckle. The act was almost convincing. “I’d be a better lover.” You groaned. Your two best options for a fake date were standing right in front of you, but there was one problem. “I would, but Draco would rat us out immediately.” “Well, what other choice do you have?” asked Fred. “I dunno, maybe one of your brothers?” you muttered offhandedly. “Sure. Ronnie? He’s a real goof, wouldn’t make it once you put your hand on his,” said George. “And besides, he’s taken by the lovely Ms. Granger.” “Trusty ol’ Perce? He’d turn you in before he even stepped into the house. ‘Mr. Malfoy, I would like to inform you that I’m not (Y/N)’s boyfriend and I was put up to this by your idiotic daughter!’” Fred cackled at his own imitation of Percy’s prim and proper tone. “Charlie?” George added. “Tough luck. He’s in

Romania.” Fred stroked his chin. “Which leaves us…” “Bill?” you finished for Fred. “But you wouldn’t want him, would you, (Y/N)?” Fred said with wide eyes. “Yeah, he’s ancient, as old at the tombs in Egypt—” quipped George. But you weren’t listening to the twins at all as they continued to shoot off reasons why Bill wouldn’t be a good pretend-lover. A faded image of Bill Weasley popped up in your head and shut out all your senses (and other sensibilities). You thought of the scars on his face and body, accumulated from his very dangerous job as a curse-breaker. You thought of the fang piercing in his ear and you imagined he must’ve added a couple more studs to the collection since you saw him last, a short five years ago. You thought of the tattoos on his back and bicep, the little peak of black ink you once saw on his arm. You thought of the fact that he was eight years older than you. And to top it off, he was a Weasley. It was… “A little too sensible—’ “Exactly!” you exclaimed as you cut Fred off, completely misinterpreting what he said. “He is the only sensible option!” “What?” Fred and George said in unison. For once, you’d stunned them. “He’s perfect,” you whispered dreamily. “Just perfect.” “Fred, did you slip a fever fudge in her coffee?” George asked with a tone of concern. “No, George,” he responded with a grave expression. “I’m afraid this is a delusion that was entirely self-inflicted.” “Let me talk to him,” you pleaded. You placed a Patented Daydream Charm back on the shelf. “I’ll be forever in your debt.” “You’re in luck. He’s taking a break from Egypt and landed a desk job here. Mum’s been trying to get him to chop off his hair, clean him up a bit for when he meets a lady,” said George. “He’s getting a haircut this afternoon.” You thought of Bill losing his signature ponytail. “No!” you blurted out. “Can’t that be delayed?” George stroked his chin, pretending to be in thought. “We can intercept him.” “Please!” you exclaimed. Your hands began to creep in your pocket. “What do I owe you for this?” “Tsk tsk, once a Malfoy, always a Malfoy,” George chided as he grasped your arm. “Money can’t buy everything.” “Yeah, we won’t be tempted with the family trust fund,” added Fred. “The satisfaction of seeing this play out will be better than anything.” “If it does,” added George. “Otherwise, let us know how your evening with Crabbe goes.” “Okay, fine,” you muttered. You couldn’t help the bright smile on your face at the slightest hint of hope. “I’ll be at the coffee shop this afternoon. Please, please, please, just bring Bill over.” “Will do,” promised George with a salute. When you walked out, the twins looked at each other with a mischievous glint in their eyes. “Reckon he’ll do it?” asked Fred as he picked up a rag cloth. “Hard to say,” said George. Bill was much like them, but a little more sensible. “I’m leaning towards no.” Fred shook his head. He had a feeling he knew Bill better. Then, they stared at each other, the thrill of competition consuming them. “You’re on.”

The café was quite full for a Saturday afternoon. You had luckily snagged a table by the intersection of two walls. It was just enough to conceal you but if you leaned back, there was a window to peek out of. You poked your head out once in a while to ensure Fred and George could see you. You drummed your fingers on the oak table as you rehearsed your proposal a million times over. You didn’t recall ever feeling so flustered but maybe this idea did sound better in your head. ‘It’s only for a dinner or two,’ you thought to yourself, pretending Bill was in front of you. In your imagination, he was kind and sympathetic. ‘And we’ll never talk again. I’ll make an unbreakable vow of it.’ But what would Bill think? It didn’t matter how you worded it, it was ultimately up to him. Your eyes flittered from your watch to the salt shakers and back as you tried to calm your breathing. You were just minutes away from meeting with him. You heard some faint shouting and raised your head at the sudden commotion. From behind the window, the scene was clear as day. Bill Weasley, looking confused, had one arm locked in by George and the other by Fred. He seemed to be protesting, but the twins were taking turns coaxing him as they dragged him to the front doors. You sighed in relief. Fred and George had done as promised and intercepted Bill from his appointment at the barber. Forcibly, they redirected him through the swinging doors of the café. “We’ll cancel the appointment for you, William dearest!” George promised. “Have a nice time with (Y/N)!” Fred said with a wink. That was all the introduction you’d get before the twins walked out the door and presumably, back to Molly’s. “Hello, Bill,” you said as you stood up. “Hi,” responded Bill with an air of confusion. Bill wore a leather jacket over a plain white tee. He sported a metal chain around his neck. His fang earring was right in its place when you’d seen him last. And you were right, he had accumulated a few studs in the same ear. With his disheveled hair and faint scars framing his face, he was so perfect that you could’ve eaten him up. “Remember me?” you prompted with a smile, trying to diffuse the tension lapping in the air. “Somewhat,” Bill’s affect was flat as he removed his jacket and hung it on the back of his chair, “I don’t think I’ve seen you in ages, not since you graduated with Fred and George.” You felt a wave of nausea overtake you. Maybe Bill Weasley was too mature for your wild machinations. You studied his well-structured face that was lit by the late afternoon sun. He definitely looked older and more settled into manhood than he did five years ago. He had over a decade’s worth of work experience under his belt and mates he probably golfed and drank whiskey with. “Would you like something to drink?” you asked. “I can order something,” Bill offered. “No, no, let me,” you said, gesturing for a waiter. “And has it really been that long? How do you like it back home?” “I suppose it’s nice,” he responded. “Seeing everyone again.” A waiter promptly came over. “An Americano would be perfect,” Bill said to the young man. “Thank you.” You groaned internally. You felt your confidence wane even further—even his choice of drink was refined. There was no way in hell he was going to play your game. “So, what’s the reason you wanted to see me?” Bill asked, turning back to you. “It couldn’t possibly be to treat me to coffee after years of not seeing me?” “Well, yes, of course, that,” you said with a smile, trying to win Bill over with appearances. “And because I have something important to ask of you. I was hoping you’d hear me out.” The Americano arrived and landed on the table in front of him. “Oh?” Bill spooned some sugar into his drink and stirred it. Amused, he continued, “what could be more important than my hair appointment?” You clenched your hands in your lap. “I was hoping you could accompany me to a dinner next Saturday. You see…”

The words tumbled out faster than you thought they would. You assumed honesty was the best policy as you needed Bill to be on board with being intimate with you. You didn’t even realize you’d shut your eyes while talking. When you finished your proposal, you opened one eye in hesitation.

Bill looked positively aghast. He loosened his grip on the silver spoon. You flinched at the clink of the spoon as it hit the saucer.

It was as if the room had gone quiet in shock with him. As he bit his lip, you felt like dying.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally responded.

“Look, (Y/N),” he said as he ran a hand through his long hair. “I don’t think I’m able to.”

>>NEXT &lt;<CHAPTER DIRECTORY

[cevansbiceps]

buoyancy | dramione

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy have been the best of friends for quite a number of years, now. And Hermione knows that that's all they'll ever be. Because, how could she ever fall for her best friend, when she had a line of such amazing guys slipping in and out of her bed, right? Uh―wrong. Obviously.

⇢ pairing: draco malfoy x hermione granger ⇢ rating: pg-15 ⇢ genre: angst | romance | ewe? | friends to lovers!au | ministry of magic!au

⇢ note: just wanted to bring this blog back from the dead. this fic is all over the place - i wrote this literally eight years ago. i was 16 at the time. everyone is extremely ooc here, i’m so sorry.

cross-posted on ao3

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7th October, 2001 The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures Ministry of Magic 16.20 hrs

“Well. This is insanity,” Draco's declaration entered the office before he did.

Hermione looked up from the report on the census of Centaurs in her hand. She cocked an eyebrow at the blond. “What is?”

“They've teamed me up with Ronald Weasley. Weasley, Hermione!” He threw his hands up before slumping into a chair across her desk, looking like he wanted to throw up.

Knowing Draco, Hermione believed he probably did.

Ron and Draco teaming up… Merlin, she couldn't wait to see Ron's reaction to this! Or, better put, Ron's outraged tantrum that was sure to come. Oh, dear God. She couldn't contain her amusement.

Draco, meanwhile, sported a permanent scowl, and she eventually had to drop her devious grin. He huffed out a breath, blowing his white blonde fringes off from their position over his forehead. Hermione laughed aloud.

Good God, he was being a child.

“Shut it, Hermione, I'm dying here!” Draco scowled again.

Hermione straightened, clearing her throat. “I'm sorry, I was just imagining Ron's enraged, reddened face, and got carried away. Right. So… details?”

Draco sighed. “We're to be in Honolulu, Hawaii for a week, beginning three days from now. Some idiot has been using the Imperius curse with abandon, every next day, and has something to do with a snake.”

Hermione frowned. Snake?

“Shacklebolt,” Draco continued, “wants a Parselmouth on the team. Now. The entire world knows how Potter's been in a permanent temperamental fit these days. He was immediately warded off the case. But that bloody idiot of a third limb of your Golden Trio was more than willing to grab the opportunity to visit Hawaiian beaches.” He grimaced, clicking his tongue. “And Shacklebolt somehow remembered about my snake Animagus.”

Hermione nodded, frowning as she thought it over.

Despite all the hilarity she found in Ron and Draco teaming up, Hermione knew this wasn't going to work out for the two wizards, at all. And then there were Harry’s “temperamental fits,” as Draco put them, which were an outcome of his wedding to Ginny being less than a month away. Hermione could perfectly understand the stress and pressure that the early processes of becoming a part of the Weasley family entailed. She’d been there, living it herself for over a year, after all.

Coming back into the present when Draco released a grunt of frustration, Hermione channeled her thoughts to the problem at hand.

She was practical enough to know that great friend or not, Draco was still a git. And then there was Ron who had never really gotten over his immature impulsiveness. There was no way the two were getting through this seemingly risky assignment without killing each other.

“Do you want me to do something?” she asked the distressed wizard, tentatively.

Draco looked up, eyes shining bright. “Can you do something, Hermione?”

With a chuckle, Hermione nodded. “I think so. I can, maybe, talk to Percy and he might be able to take care of this.” At his confused expressions, she smiled. “I can ask him to request Shacklebolt to either change your partner, or take you off the case. Whatever you prefer.”

His hands reached across the desk, clutching both of hers, dramatically. She laughed, surprised at his uncharacteristic desperation.

“Please, Hermione, do take me off this case,” he pleaded, looking like he'd beg on his knees if she asked him to.

She rolled her eyes, wrapping her free hand over their joint hands. “Of course, Draco. Give me a day.”

9th October, 2001 Hermione's Apartment 22.05 hrs

Hermione hummed to herself, concentrating on the meticulous task of drying her frizzy hair with a controller Hot Air charm. Well aware of how frizzy her hair could get, she stopped before they'd dried completely and proceeded to wrap herself in a fluffy bathrobe.

She padded out of the bathroom, happily, still basking in the wonders the long, warm lavender bath had done to her.

No sooner had she kept her feet in her room, than she was squeezed in a bone crushing hug. She squealed in alarm, but immediately relaxed when she recognized the mixture of the woody fragrance of a French cologne and sandalwood body wash enveloping her. She'd only ever smelled the combination on one person, these past four years.

“Thanks a lot, Hermione,” Draco mumbled into her hair. “They sent off Pucey on the case.”

Finally being released, Hermione smiled at him. “You're welco…” She trailed off, eyes widening as she processed his words again. “Did you say Pucey? As in Adrian Pucey?”

Draco's face twisted in disdain at the name. This idiot was scornful at every other Slytherin, these days, it seemed. He nodded, though.

Hermione groaned aloud, throwing her hands up. “He's going to kill me!” she cried out.

Adrian Pucey was the guy Hermione had been collecting her guts about bedding, since past three months. They were friends of sorts, and had begun hanging out in loose groups, ever since one of his distant relatives was brought in to arrange things at Harry and Ginny's engagement function.

“And why on earth would he do that?” Draco asked, his voice laden with confusion.

Hermione looked up to find him scowling. She held back a laugh, deciding that Draco's pouty scowls actually made him look cute. She wouldn't dare tell him that, of course. “We're friends, Draco. Why else?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “I thought he might have been the number…seven, is it? On that infamous "to-sleep-with” list of yours.”

Hermione could feel her cheeks flaming. “Can you not call me out on that? You were the one who suggested that idea to me!”

Draco looked incredulous. “Hermione! I had suggested you to sleep with more than one person, wench, not make a conquest out of it! And―no, don't give me that look! I'd done that when you pleaded me to show you a way of proving to Ronald Weasley that you could attract attention!”

Hermione bristled. Why was he right?

“Alright. I admit that was what you said. But, but! That happened when you rejected my proposal of fake dating!”

He froze, looking flustered for a lingering moment.

Hermione frowned. What? Draco Malfoy was flustered? No, she was definitely hallucinating.

Draco looked away, then, and raked a hand through his hair.

Hermione's brows shot up. This was a very obvious nervous tick of his. Why was he being nervous?

She got the answer after he huffed out a breath.

“I apologize, okay? I didn't want us to ruin… this… this camaraderie between us.”

She smiled brightly. Neither did she.

But the she stopped smiling, and narrowed her eyes. What noun had he just used?

“Camaraderie? Really, Draco?” Hermione burst out laughing when he gave her another one of his scowls. “We've been best friends for years, now! Not accepting wouldn't make you hate me again. Oh God. It's been almost four years, Draco! Get over yourself and call me a friend, will you?” She wiped off a tear of laughter, slowly coming down from her high.

He flashed her a crooked smile. “It’s hard, munchkin. What with all of our history.”

She winced. “Don't you ever address me with such a cheeky nickname again, Draco Malfoy.”

He smirked. “As you say, cupcake.”

That ferret! How old was he? Twelve? He sure behaved like it.

Well. She could behave like she was, too!

Hermione launched herself at him, just as he darted off across the room and then out of it. She raced after him, all the way up to her dining room. They stood at the opposite ends of the dining table, eventually, panting heavily. He still had a mischievous smile on his face, and she wanted to punch it off, for real.

“Apologize!” she demanded, hands braced against the table while she heaved.

He laughed aloud. “Yeah… I'm deeply sorry… for chasing you around…” he breathed out between heavy panting, the sly glint in his eyes hinting that he knew something she didn't, “when your bathrobe was threatening to slip off your breasts!” And he burst out laughing, again.

She gasped loudly, grasping both the lapels of her bathrobe and clutching them tighter. However, she realised that her dignity was more than properly covered, already, and that the arse had merely been making a fool of her.

“Not that I'd mind, though.” Draco winked at her, making her growl in fury.

“I'm going back and getting sensibly dressed!” she announced through clenched teeth, before turning on her heels and rushing off.

His laughter followed. “But… Conquest number seven, Mister Pucey, missed a bloody show!” His voice kept rising in accordance as she distanced, “He did! Not that you won't―”

She shut the door to her bedroom with a scrunched up nose in his direction. Though, after the door was shut, she smiled. At least one person seemed to support her about Adrian.

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- “What’s the hurry boss? Where are you heading off to?” One of your co -workers asks as you rush around the store double checking all the locks on the entrances and giving your plants one final spritz

- “Hot date?” The other asks with a suggestive raised eyebrow

- “Yes.” You say simply,

- They both sputter at that

- “What? Seriously?!”

- “With who??” The other shrieks

- And right on cue there’s a light tap on the door

- Cue your employees squealing again

- “Him?!?”

- “The hottie with a dye job?”

- George offers you a smile and a wave and you smile back

- “Ainsley I trust you can lock up?” You ask, pushing the key into their hand

- They only nod

- Henry’s looking at you with his his mouth open as he watches you leave, George and you smiling at each other like a couple of lovestruck fools

- “I told you he had a crush on them” Ainsley says with a grin and Henry has a blush blooming on his cheeks as he pulls a five pound note from his wallet

- “I mean I did too- I just didn’t think he would work up the nerve to actually ask them out.”

- A moment of silence fills the air

- “I bet Ten pounds they find out if that’s their natural hair color tonight” Ainsley says with a grin, and Henry looks at her with a slightly mortified expression

- I mean, the implication of how you would find that out is just-

- “Yeah alright, our boss is a prude there’s no way” he says shaking Ainsley’s hand.

- So when George meant dinner- he meant dinner

- You’re at the tower restaurant in downtown London

- It’s on the fiftieth floor at a skyscraper at the heart of London.

- He reserved a table specifically next to a window with a view of the canal and the London eye

- It’s quite spectacular

- “Have you been here before?” He asks

- You’re glad you dressed a little nicer than you were originally thinking

- “A few times, once for a birthday and once-“

- You’re interrupted by your server bringing a bottle of champagne

- George gets a puzzled expression, he hasn’t even ordered yet

- “Compliments of the Owner, we’re still grateful you were able to fulfill that order last minute when our other florist backed out.”

- “Not a problem Charles, it was my pleasure”

- When he’s gone George flashes you a smile

- “I feel like everyone knows you” he says, lifting up a champagne flute as you toast.

- “That was just one person” you say with a smile and a giggle

- “You should have been at the store last week, my brother wouldn’t shut up about you” he says with a grin

- “Who’s your brother?”

- George describes Ron, but it doesn’t spark anything in you until he mentions the red hair

- “Oh yes, Ronnie! He comes by every month to get flowers for his girlfriend, I didn’t know he was your brother”

- What a small world

- You should have seen the similarity from the start, the hair was a dead give away really

- How come no one else at the shop had noticed either?

- “Well one of them” George shrugs

- “How many brothers do you have”

- George grins

- “That’s enough for a volleyball team!”

- “We have a sister too, the running joke is our parents wanted a girl, just one”

- By the time the appetizers are being brought out George has got the family picture from when they visited Bill in Egypt out (charmed so it doesn’t move of course)

- “You have a twin?”

- You know the second you’ve asked it that you said something wrong

- It’s not that George looks upset, or that his expression has darkened-

- He just looks so sad

- The kind of sadness that’s as deep as the Mariana Trench, hidden behind a kind smile and the gentle warmth of longing

- “I did have a twin-“ George knew this would come up sooner or later, he just didn’t want to ruin the nice mood you had going so soon

- “He passed away a few years ago”

- George is waiting for the look-

- The wide eyes, and the slight pout. That overly sympathetic look he’s gotten so often, it’s only natural. It happens to everyone, he won’t hold it against you. 

- And it forms on your face a little, because you can’t imagine what it’s like to lose someone like that. But the next thing that comes out of your mouth is original

- “What was he like?”

- “What?” George is taken aback, he was expecting words of condolence, as is typical for this situation

- “You told me all about Bill, and Charlie, and Percy, and Ron, and Ginny-“

- Now he’s surprised that you’ve remembered all of his siblings names, and correctly at that

- “Now tell me about your twin”

- Your eyes are twinkling when they look to him. All of London stretches out behind you, like something from a painting. Your face is illuminated by the small candle in the middle of your table.

- It feels like something out of a movie, and George is afraid he might cry from the sheer beauty of it

- He never thought he would feel this way again

- “His name was Fred, and he was my best friend”

- He’s talked about Fred before, to his family, to his therapist and old classmates

- But he’s never had an experience quite like this

- “Umbridge? Oh she was the worst, like the bitter old nun who slaps your wrists with a ruler”

- Only worse

- “Anyway Fred and I- we planned this entire thing when we decided to leave school-“

- He tells you about the fireworks in the main hall of their boarding school, and the way they raced through the door and never came back

- “I think I would have liked Fred” you say, a warm look in your eyes

- He would have liked you too, George wants to say

- But that’s a little forward for the first date, he feels like he’s already unloaded enough with his broken family and their loss

- Lucky for him, dessert has just arrived

- “Compliments of the owner, we hope to see you both here again” Charles tells you, setting down two impressive plates of Tiramisu

- “Why do I get the feeling that whatever you did was more than just a last minute order fulfillment?”

- You shrug

- “Well after the whole thing- they started contracting me to do their regular day to day flowers” you shrug, it’s not that big of a deal, fancy places like this use a few different vendors, they probably have a different one for each day

- Which is for the best since your shop can only handle a few days at most.

- It’s not that you can’t produce enough flowers or anything, it’s just you wouldn’t be able to give Ainsley and Henry the leisurely work hours you do now, not while maintaining quality for your existing customers

- And that’s a big no for you

- “I take it business was always this good?”

- With how successful you seem, he honestly can’t imagine you struggling

- You scoff

- “It was tough at first, when I was by myself.” You still remember your family telling you that it wasn’t to late to declare bankruptcy and get a real job. “Things got better when Ainsley showed up- holidays are still tough though.”

- “Ron’s told me all about the hour long line at Valentine’s Day” George says with a grin and you bury your face in your hands with a muffled groan

- “Oh it’s going to be terrible this year.” Valentine’s Day is still a few months away, but you can already feel the dread

- “We started doing appointments only last year- because the amount of people that just show up and ransack the place is just-“

- “Oh I know,” George says. “My store doesn’t even sell anything all that romantic, but the amount of people who show up last minute to buy anything- one time a bloke even bought the decorations I had up.”

- “Have you noticed-“ you voice lowers as you lean forward. “That’s it’s never people looking for things for their significant other, it’s always-“

- “For the mistresses?”

- You nod enthusiastically

- “I thought maybe it was just my store-“ George leans forward as well now, talking very quickly

- “No the same person who ordered flowers two months in advance for their husband, will spend thirty minutes begging for me to put a bouquet together for their special friend”

- George leans back and shakes his head

- “It’s crazy isn’t it? How many people cheat?”

- You sigh, leaning back into your chair shrugging

- “It’s not our place to judge.”

- Especially not when the person in question is shoving fifty quid in your face for a god d*mn cactus and a card

- George knows that, and he knows there have been times that the only reason he was able to keep his shop afloat after Fred left is because of Valentine’s Day

- But still- cheating just irks him

- It’s the most unforgivable thing a person can do, to betray the person they love the most like that

- George knows every relationship is different- and that things aren’t clear cut-

- But he can’t ever imagine doing that to someone

- “I don’t get it though, I can’t even get one lover, let alone two or more” you laugh, and George swears it looks like you’re glowing

- He feels a smile twitch at the corner of his lips, the mischievous streak in him rolling awake after what feels like years of slumber

- “What if I told you I was trying to change that?”

- His arm is on the table, the tips of his fingers brushing against yours slightly

- You feel your face grow hot as his words sink in one by one

- A smile spreading across you face

- “I would say, I’m looking forward to it.”

BONUS:

- “So did you find out if Hottie’s color is natural?” Ainsley asks, a mischievous smile curled onto their lips. 

- “Ainsley, his name is George, he owns a hobby store a few lanes over.” You say as you finish tying the bow on an arrangement. 

- There’s a second of silence in which Henry and Ainsley exchange a look. Henry’s feeling pretty confident right now, Ainsley might have worked here longer than him, but he feels like he knows you pretty well, and he-

- “And yes it is, so you should both stop calling him Dye Job.” You say with a smile twitching on your lips. 

- Henry.exe is broken.

- Ainsley has to hide their joy, internally cheering and wondering how to spend the money. 

- “H-how do you know that?” Henry asks, maybe you’re just saying it so he and Ainsley will stop teasing your new love interest. 

- You stop, looking up from your arrangement in slight wonder.

- Ah, he was right! It looks like you’re trying to come up with an excuse.

- “Well his brothers all seem to have that hair color, I think they get it from their Dad.”

- Ainsley and Henry.exe have stopped working. 

- “YoU mEt HiS fAmIlY??” Ainsley shrieks. 

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Best Quotes from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?” “Oh no, Ron,” came Fred’s voice, very sarcastically. “No, this is exactly where we wanted to end up.” (Fred Weasley, page 17)

"I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days." "Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?" said Fred. "That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!" said Percy, going very red in the face. "It was nothing personal!" "It was," Fred whispered to Harry as they got up from the table. "We sent it.” (Percy and Fred Weasley, page 26)

“Anyone can speak Troll. All you have to do is point and grunt.” (Fred Weasley, page 36)

“I’m never wearing them," Ron was saying stubbornly. "Never." "Fine," snapped Mrs. Weasley. "Go naked. And, Harry, make sure you get a picture of him. Goodness knows I could do with a laugh.” (Ron and Mrs. Weasley, page 63)

“You’re JOKING!” said Fred Weasley loudly. The tension that had filled the Hall ever since Moody’s arrival suddenly broke. Nearly everyone laughed, and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively. “I am not joking, Mr. Weasley,” he said, “though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar...” Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly. “Er — but maybe this is not the time... no...” said Dumbledore.” (Fred Weasley and Dumbledore, page 75)

“Hello, Professor McGonagall,” said Moody calmly, bouncing the ferret still higher. “What — what are you doing?” said Professor McGonagall, her eyes following the bouncing ferret’s progress through the air. “Teaching,” said Moody. “Teach — Moody, is that a student?” shrieked Professor McGonagall, the books spilling out of her arms. “Yep,” said Moody. “Moody, we never use Transfiguration as a punishment!” said Professor McGonagall weakly.” (Moody & Professor McGonagall, page 82)

“Don't talk to me." "Why not?" "Because I want to fix that in my memory for ever. Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret...” (Ron to Harry, page 83)

“It is a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.” (Page 128)

“Oh you is a bad elf, Dobby!” (Winky, 154)

“Percy wouldn't notice a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing one of Dobby's hats.” (Ron, page 155)

“Who're you going with, then?" said Ron. "Angelina," said Fred promptly, without a trace of embarrassment. "What?" said Ron, taken aback. "You've already asked her?" "Good point," said Fred. He turned his head and called across the common room, "Oi! Angelina!" Angelina, who had been chatting with Alicia Spinnet near the fire, looked over at him. "What?" She called back. "Want to come to the ball with me?" Angelina gave Fred a sort of appraising look. "All right, then," she said, and she turned back to Alicia and carried on chatting with a bit of a grin on her face. "There you go," said Fred to Harry and Ron, "piece of cake.” (Ron, Fred, & Angelina, page 159)

“Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn't mean no one else has spotted I'm a girl!” (Hermione, page 161)

“I took a wrong turn on the way to the bathroom and found myself in a beautifully proportioned room I had never seen before, containing a really rather magnificent collection of chamberpots. When I went back to investigate more closely, I discovered that the room had vanished. But I must keep an eye out for it. Possibly it is only accessible at five thirty in the morning. Or it may only appear at the quarter moon - or when the seeker has an exceptionally full bladder.” (Dumbledore, page 168)

“I have gone temporarily deaf and haven't any idea what you said, Harry.” (Dumbledore, page 183)

“If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.” (Sirius, page 212)

“I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind.” (Dumbledore, page 242)

“You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!” (Dumbledore, page 286)

“Constant vigilance!” (Moody, page 86)

“It is my belief... that the truth is generally preferable to lies.” (Dumbledore, page 291)

“We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.” (Dumbledore, page 292)

“Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.” (Dumbledore, page 292)

“Time will not slow down when something unpleasant lies ahead.” (Page 296)

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What Will Never Be

Theodore Nott x Reader

Second Part to What it used to be

W.C. : 1804

Warnings: Death, angst, my tears are all over the words. Tell me if I’m being dramatic ‘cause I think is angsty but not angsty, you know? You tell me. 

A/N: @ptwritesmore​ Here it is! Posting it because of you <3

“You okay, Freddie?” George asked, elbowing his twin’s side with a playful smile on his lips. The protective barrier formed around Hogwarts shone as thousands of spells hit it, the light hitting directly the faces of the twins as Fred nodded his head towards George, “Me too.” George answered. 

“Of course you are!” A cheerful voice filled their ears, both redheads turning back as you strolled down the last steps to get where they patiently waited for the upcoming battle “I’m right here to make sure nothing happened to any of you.” you said, poking their ribs as you settled between the two brothers.

“How lucky we are.” Fred said with the roll of his eyes. You turned your eyes at him, glaring as George muffled a laugh. 

“We’ll see how you manage when I’m off saving the school.” you said, electricity running through your veins as the three of you stared up at the sky.  A big explosion of light coming from the outside caught your eye mid sentence, reducing your voice to a very audible whisper as the barrier burned down before your eyes.

The pit of your stomach grew as the remains of the protective barrier around Hogwarts fell down to nothing, the daring side of you subsiding as you saw the statues on the bridge start to march forwards. The sky turned darker than it already was, the image of pitch black clouds a comforting thought as you realized Voldemort forces were moving towards the school. Death Eaters.

“We’ll stay together, alright?” George said, sensing the change in your mood. “Just like we always do.”

You nodded, eyes filled with tears as you saw them move in the dark sky. You all snapped your heads back, the crashing sounds and shouts telling you the fight had arrived. But you hesitated, pursing your lips. “What if I can’t do it?” you asked them in a whisper. “What if he’s here?”

“George said it.” Fred assured you, giving his brother a firm nod as they looked down at you “We’ll stay with you. If he’s here, you won’t even notice.”

You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with air as you breathed out all of your anxiety. Or at least tried. A firm nod in their way was enough, walking inside the castle as you stood back to back, wands ready as you awaited the inevitable. “George, Fred.” you called them, their synced hums in response making you continue “If you do happen to see him, don’t hurt him.” you asked, their chuckles quickly muffled as energy flowed around the three of you. “Stupefy!”

Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott apparated inside Hogwarts, just outside the dungeons where all the Slytherins ran, whether it was to fight or flee, they didn’t care. 

“C’mon.” Draco mumbled, grasping Theo’s shoulder as he pulled him with him. But he had lost Theo’s attention the minute they set foot inside Hogwarts. He stretched his neck up and over the crowd, looking for any sign of you or where you could be. “Theo.” he grunted, “She won’t be here, I can assure you that.” 

“You can’t and you know that.” he hissed back, following his friend closely “She could be anywhere right now.” 

“We’ll find her.” Draco said in a more quiet hall, peeking over the corner as they silently made they’re way around the castle. Not an easy task, considering the state of the school. Walls were already destroyed, enormous pieces of stone blocking the way as they jumped over them, dust falling from the ceiling and into their hair, the blonde and dark brown color taking a more dull tone. The structure of the castle rumbled  every time it was hit with a spell. They could feel Hogwarts dying. 

“I know.” Theo said, his word dead as he yanked Draco back by the arm and into their hiding spot. Harry Potter ran past them, turning left in the next hall. “He’s headed to the Room of Requirement” Theo pointed out, nodding his chin to where the dark haired boy disappeared.

“We get to him, then we look for Y/N.” Draco said, starting to follow the path Harry went. “We’ll find her, I promise you that.”

Theo nodded firmly, both Slytherins walking side by side to the Room of Requirement. They followed close, Harry not being the most discreet as he could be heard all over the place. But suddenly a sound caught Theo’s attention, making his entire body go stiff as he turned his head towards the voice. Your voice.

“Keep up, Fred!” you yelled, standing next to who Theo could assume was George Weasley; stopping only for a second as you both ran away. Fred Weasley running after you, the faded sound of your footsteps making him react. 

“Y/N.” he finally mustered.

“What?” Draco asked “You saw her.” he said, a hopeful sound in his voice when he realized it.

“She’s with the Weasleys.” Theo told him.

Draco stared at the hall Theo’s eyes were glued to, looking between the stone walls and his friend “Go.” he said “I’ll go after Potter, you go with her.”

“No.”

“I’ll be alright.” Draco assured him, but Theo shook his head firmly. 

“We do this first. Together.” Theo said confidently “I’ll find her after this is over.”

George was running just at your side, the lack of jokes and laughs making you stop, taking George’s forearm on your hand to stop him. “Where the hell is your brother?” you asked desperately walking back on your steps.

“Stay here.” George told you, going back as you stood there. Your senses were on high alert, jumping at the slightest of sounds at shooting spells at the faintest move. You almost got some Hogwarts students. Your head snapped up at George who chuckled as he walked back to your side. “Well?” you asked.

He pointed at his back, Fred appearing from around the corner. 

“Keep up, Fred!” you yelled at him, nudging at George’s side to start running. turning on your place, you felt a pair of eyes on you, stopping suddenly and letting Fred finally catch up.

“What is it?” he asked at the sight of your frown. 

You turned back, ”I thought…” you said, considering walking back to where you stood seconds about before you dismissed the thought “Doesn’t matter. C’mon.”

They didn’t ask anything, following close as you reached more fight. The three of you hadn’t stopped all night, running all over the castle, shouting spell after spell, joking and laughing to turn back into fighter mode in a matter of seconds. 

“There’s Percy.” Fred said, running up to his brother. 

Sadly there was no time for updates or friendly chatter. Just as if they were expecting you, the air filled with darkness as more death eaters appeared before all of you. Your stomach dropped every time this happened, praying that Theo wouldn’t appear before you and you would be forced to fight him. You knew you could’t. You knew if he appeared in front of you you would run to him, you would get in the way of all the spells directed towards him just to protect him. You couldn’t hurt him.

It had been a couple of minutes fighting, your brain completely tuned out of what happened around you. The color returned to you as well as your spirit as you saw none of the Death eaters were Theo, shooting spell after spell, your ears ringing with he energy. You could hear George laughing, and Percy’s voice was a distant sound but he sounded confident, almost as he was bragging and maybe even joking. You couldn’t believe it. You finally sent the man before you flying across the room, turning with a smile to where Percy was, the smile on his face erasing as soon as he turned. 

“Fred!” you screamed, your voice cracking as you ran towards him. It was unbearable.

Voldemort had retreated his forces. Hogwarts was safe for now. And Theo had only one goal in mind. 

He quickly rolled down his sleeves, covering the mark on his arm despite everyone knowing he had it. He just wanted to pretend it wasn’t there. He wanted to find you and that not being the first thing you saw. 

“Have you found her?” he asked, finding Draco for the third time after they split up to look for you. The shake of his head made Theo turn, cursing under his breath as he ran a hand down his face, his cheeks stained with dirt and sweat as he faced his friend again.

They walked side by side through the destroyed halls, soft cries and whimpers reaching their ears as they walked inside the Great Hall. No one paid them attention, and if they did it wasn’t enough reason to do anything against them. They’ve had enough death.

Theo focused on the Weasleys, all gathered and in visible pain. Theo nudged Draco’s arm, walking in their direction when they saw one of the twins fall to their knees. The sudden pit forming in their stomachs making them almost sick. Theo secretly had always thought they were funny, he couldn’t even think what he must be feeling, losing your other half so suddenly. 

Then all around him went silent as he saw the other twin run inside the hall. He didn’t even notice when Draco walked ahead, the blonde already gathered next to the twins when he turned wide eyes to Theo. 

“Draco,” he said, watching as Draco walked straight to him “Who’s that with the Weasleys?” he asked, fighting Draco’ grip on his shoulder as he turned down to the sobbing twins. 

Theo’s heart raced, fighting Draco grip as his arms went around his chest to keep him back. “Draco!” he screamed, fighting to get out of his hold when he met his eyes, his own tears running down his cheeks. He stopped fighting. Draco didn’t cry. 

“Y/N?” he asked in a whisper, stumbling to your side “No, no, no.” he mumbled, hands cradling over your face and looking for your eyes. He called your name in soft whispers, grasping your hand in his as he sat down next to you. 

A sob broke out of his throat, clutching your hand in his when you didn’t squeeze back. He should have gone after you, he should have never left you. When was the last time he held you, hugged you, kissed you? He couldn’t even remember and it was all lost now. What was the last thing he told you? What was the last time you said to him? That he remembered. 

Running a hand over your cheek, he moved a strand of hair from your hair as he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead. “I love you too.”

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Daddy Issues Lucius Malfoy x Daughter! Reader

Tiktok has done its magic and my obsession with Lucius Malfoy has sparked. Or it might just be my daddy issues acting up again, who know lol. Anyways, reader is Draco’s twin, a Gryffindor, and is basically the Sirius Black of the Malfoy family. She/her pronouns used. No warnings. Though you should know this is my first fanfic after going MIA on Wattpad and Quotev for a few years whoopsies.

Takes place over the course of first year. Listen to “Daddy Issues” by the Neighbourhood while reading to set the mood. 

I might make this into a multiple part story. But not follow the scenes strictly, just random drabbles here and there?? Idk, hopefully this won’t flop lol.

Daddy Issues

You ask me what I'm thinking about I'll tell you that I'm thinking about Whatever you're thinking about Tell me something that I'll forget And you might have to tell me again It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

“Now, Y/N. Just like your brother did it. Just run straight through that brick wall, and you’ve made.” Your mother, Narcissa, says gently patting you on the back to motivate you.

You bit your lips to hide your nerves. Straight through it, huh? Oh, merlin. What if it decides I’m not good enough for it. I’ll surely make a fool out of myself. 

You grip tightly around your trolley, “Are you sur-”

“We don’t have all day now, darling. The train leaves at eleven, sharp. Enough twisting with your thumbs and get a move on.” Your father cuts you off. 

You grimace. Your relationship with your father, the oh so great Lucius Malfoy, wasn’t the best, at least at the moment. Don’t get it wrong, you’re his precious baby girl, the absolute apple of his eye, but you have a few, in his words, tweaks in your personality that his purist mindset just did not share.  

Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you I love that you got daddy issues And I do too

It began when you received your Hogwarts letter on your 11th birthday earlier that summer.

“Dad! I got my letter!” You say, racing down the steps of the Malfoy Manner to see your father.

He replies from his study room with a, “Don’t run, you’ll fall, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes, always so overprotective. When you reach him you wave the letter in front of him, “Look! I finally got it!”

He stops reading his book and looks up, all while shifting from his area on the velvet green armchair to make room for you. You immediately take a seat in the small space. 

“Let’s see what we have here now, shall?” You nod your head at him as he opens the letter. “Ah yes, Hogwarts. Truly shocking how they want someone with the likes of you on their grounds.”

He has a twinkly in his eye when he says this. You know he’s joking though, that’s just the interactions between you two. 

You grab his face with your hands to get his attention, “Are you going to miss me?”

“Miss you? My own and only daughter who wakes up every morning with a mission to have my hair turn grey early. Miss you, you say?”

“Dad,” you groan.

He hides a smirk, “Happy birthday, my dear. You’ll make a wonderful Slytherin and teach those mudbloods who’s in charge.” 

About that..... “Dad, no.” 

“Pardon?” 

“Stop that, don’t call them mudbloods. And what makes you so sure I’ll be put in Slytherin?”

“Ha,” he lets out a bark of laughter. “There’s never been a Malfoy that fit in any other house. That’s absurd.” 

I tried to write your name in the rain But the rain never came So I made with the sun The shame always comes at the worst time

You look down.

“Y/N.” You look back at your father. 

His grey eyes that mirror yours perfectly, look at you coldly “Don’t bring shame to the Malfoy family. Remember that.” 

You ask me what I'm thinking about I'll tell you that I'm thinking about Whatever you're thinking about Tell me something that I'll forget And you might have to tell me again It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

“Make me proud.” Your father says, right before you enter the train. 

He flashes you one of his rare, genuine smiles and kisses you on the forehead. 

You heard him, Y/N. Make father proud. 

Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you

You find the first empty compartment you see on the train. Your brother already went off with some of the other pureblood children. And you’re not exactly fond of them. 

There’s a boy with glasses and another with red hair when you enter. 

“Ehm, hi...” You awkwardly say. 

The boy with glasses smiles at you. “Hi there.” 

“Would it be alright if I sat here?” 

“Sure, take a seat.” 

I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you I love that you got daddy issues

You learn the two boys you sat with were Harry Potter and a Weasley named Ron. They were charming, although you were sure your father would disagree. Luckily you didn’t tell them your last name. Who knows what outburst that’d cause from the redhead. 

You stand next to them as students get called up to get sorted.

Your stomach feels like it’s being shaken by mountain trolls and you try to control your breathing.

“GRYFFINDOR”

“RAVENCLAW” 

“HUFFLEPUFF” 

The sorting hat continues to call out the names of the houses as the students go up, one by one. 

Your twin gets called. 

Just as Draco takes a seat, the hat doesn’t even touch his head when it yells-

“SLYTHERIN” 

Draco has a look of pride on his face. Typical. 

“As expected,” mutters Ron to you and Harry. 

“Y/N Malfoy” 

Oh dear. Your turn.

“ -wait you’re his twin?” Harry look sat you confused.

You see your twin brother flash you a thumbs up.

You ignore them both and step forward. 

“Another Malfoy I see. But you’re more interesting than the rest. Unexpected. Ambitious? Yes, very much so but there’s also bravery. Lots of it too.” The sorting hat says.

No! You’re yelling in your head. Bravery? That’s Gryffindor. Please no. Father would disown me. 

“Slytherin then? No, no no. Tell daddy he’s in for a surprise because Slytherin not fit for you. You fit in-” 

“GRYFFINDOR!” The hat exclaims.

The whole hall murmurs. “A Malfoy? Not in Slytherin?” “Gryffindor? Merlin, someone alert the Daily Prophet.” 

You get nudged towards the Gryffindor table, slowly you make your way.

 You hear a voice, “Well Fred, you know what this means.”

“I sure do, George.”

“WE GOT A MALFOY! WE GOT A MALFOY!” They chant and slowly the rest of the table begins to cheer loudly. The Slytherin’s table watches in awe. 

Your brother refuses to make eye contact with you. Your stomach drop at that.

I keep on tryin' to let you go I'm dyin' to let you know How I'm getting on I didn't cry when you left at first But now that you're dead, it hurts This time, I gotta know Where did my daddy go?

“First years! Follow me!” 

You begin to line up with the other first years. You stand near Ron and Harry. Ron gives you a suspicious look.

“I’m sorry.” You blurt out. “I should have told you I’m a Malfoy.”

“You really shou-” Ron begins to say.

“No, it’s alright.” Says Harry. “You had your reasonings. Besides the point” he give Ron a sharp look, “You’re in Gryffindor now, that’s all that matters.”

“All that matters?” Uh oh, it’s your brother. “Wait until father hears about this. He’ll be mortified. You can kiss your spot on the family tree goodbye Y/N.” He looks disgusted at you.

“Leave her alone!” A first year girl with puffy hair and large teeth says. 

“And what are you going to do about it, mudblood.”

That sits off a rage off anger in you. 

“Oh shut it you prick!” Your brother looks at you, shocked. “I’ve had enough with your bigotry. Go ahead, tell father. We all know how much you want to be his favorite child, you kiss up!” You let out a angry sigh at that. 

“Well then, keep an eye out for a letter tomorrow morning by him. How does a Howler sound?” 

The girl with the puffy hair grabs your arm. “Come on”

“You know, I think you and I will get along just great.” 

I'm not entirely here Half of me has disappeared

It had been a few days since the sorting ceremony. Classes were already in full swing. 

You became very close friends with Hermione Granger, the girl who helped you out when your brother was acting like a complete, wild ferret. However, you and her got along quite well. You two had similar interests and were very dedicated in your classes. Granted you knew a bit more than her since you were taught were carefully by your father.

Speaking of father, you haven’t heard from him yet. But there’s no doubt in your mind that Draco hasn’t sent a letter yet. 

You shake out of your thought and make your way to the great hall. You spot the Weasleys and Harry and make a bee-line to them. 

“Hey there, mate!” One of the twins nod in your direction. 

“No mail yet?” You immediately ask the lot.

“Blimey, at least eat something first before you start interrogating us.” Ron mumbles, his cheeks filled with food. 

Harry shakes his head, “Not yet, expecting a letter?” 

“You could say that.” You groan.

You grab a piece of toast and spread butter over it when you hear the sounds of the owls flying into the great hall. You quickly scan them over, keeping your eyes peeled for any Malfoy family owls.

You look over to your twin, an owl drops a package of goodies. Must be from mother, you think bitterly in your head. You didn’t get a package. 

The thought makes your stomach drop. They must know then.

“Huh, would you look at that. It’s a howler!” Percy Weasley points out.

The twins glace at you.

“Y/N....” One of the twins begin to say.

The howler drops right in front of you. Oh grandfather Abraxas, please help me.

In fancy calligraphy that you recognize very well, the name Lucius Malfoy is written. 

“So... are you going to open that?” George asks with an eyebrow raised.

“The longer you wait, the louder it’ll be. But hey this is Lucius Malfoy so you don’t really have much luck any way.” Fred jokes, trying to lighten the mood. 

You hands shake as you hold it, “Should- should i open it?” 

“It’s going to burst any second, no need for that.” Harry look bewildered.

“Oh to hell with it.“ You open the letter. 

“Y/N NARCISSA MALFOY!” Your father’s voice booms, the great hall quiets down to listen in. “A GRYFFINDOR?? NEVER IN THE MALFOY FAMILY NAME HAS THIS HAPPENED BEFORE. A BLOOD TRAITOR IS WHAT YOU ARE. IT DISGUSTS ME TO CALL YOU A CHILD OF MINE.”

Your face turns an unnatural shade of red but the howler continues in a calmer voice. “My own child, my little girl. Tarnishing the family name like this. Absurd. Don’t even think about coming home this winter. And enjoying the company of Mudbloods and other blood traitors? Tsk, a shame. Such a great shame. Don’t bother sending any letters, they will immediately be discarded of.” 

The letter explodes and the only evidence that it even happened it the looks of pity you getting from the three other houses. The Slytherin table is bursting with laughter. 

“Ignore them Y/N. Not worth your time. The Slytherin gits and your father. If you could even call a man like that a dad.” Ron shakes his head.

You catch your brother’s eyes, he has a soft, sad look but quickly switches when he catches you looking. 

“Did you bloody hear that? I could never be such an embarrassment to the wizarding name.” Your brother boasts. 

Your friends try to divert your attention but all you can think of is your dad. 

No. Don’t be sad Y/N, you say to yourself. You’re meant to be a Gryffindor, and you’ll prove daddy wrong. Right? You’re a Malfoy after all. 

Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues

[lovelyshawnn]

Sick Little Games

George Weasley x Reader, Draco Malfoy x Reader

Y/N and Draco were known as the ultimate slytherin duo. When she catches him in the act of infidelity, she makes it a goal to hurt him back as much as he hurt her. What starts as nothing but a sick little game, turns into something more with another red headed boy.

“what would malfoy think if he knew i was fucking his girl right now?” george grunted in my ear, hips thrusting into mine while my back was pressed against the prefect bathroom’s cold stone wall. my legs were wrapped around his waist, sultry moans tumbling out of my mouth as he fucked me senseless. his words only intensified the pleasure as i gripped on to his biceps for support. he could feel my wet pussy clenching around his throbbing cock, signfying that i was close to coming.

“what would your little boyfriend think if he knew how well you take my cum?” i let out a whimper as his thick cock hit my gspot, making my vision go completely white. “fuck y/n,” he grunted as his pace quickened. i let out a string of curse words, toes curling in pleasure as he rubbed my clit with his long slender fingers as we reached our orgasms together.

his movements slowed and eventually halted, cock still balls deep in me as he placed loving kisses all over my face. he slowly released me from his hold, planting my feet back on the ground before completely removing himself from me. with our chests still heaving, we transitioned from standing by the bathroom’s windows, to the warm bubbly bath. this was common thing for us, so naturally we were able to establish a routine. sneaking out of the dorms late at night to see each other, satisfying our thirsts for each other before taking a dip in the bath to relax and cleanse ourselves of our sins.

george’s hands worked its way down my neck and shoulders, rubbing out any knots while he gave me little pecks on my forehead. i smiled my first genuine smile of the day. i was constantly dragging myself throughout the day, in and out of my classes, plastering a fake smile until the clock struck a certain time at night where i would meet up with george. “so why are you still with that git anyways?”

i rolled my eyes at his choice of words. i considered not even replying at all, but one glance at his concentrated face with that accusational eyebrow raise, and i knew this was something he wasnt going to drop again.

“he loves me,” i sighed, shrugging my shoulders.

“he loves you? is that why you caught him fucking pansy parkinson in the forbidden section of the library?” georges hostile tone rang in my ears.

it was supposed to be our date night. draco knew how stressed i had been with all our recent exams, and how much i needed a break. my sweet, loving boyfriend of almost 2 years proposed we have a date night full of snuggles and snacks to relieve my stress. after getting dolled up and waiting in our slytherin common room for over an hour, i came to terms with the fact that he wasn’t going to show up.

the silly thing was, i really tried to make excuses for him. blaise had strolled past on his way up to his dorm and asked why i was sitting there all alone. “just waiting on draco,” id say passively, in which he’d give me a pitiful smile before heading up. i thought, maybe he just got caught up on some of his prefect duties. or maybe he took a nap and overslept. or maybe he even got detention for the day, but he would never forget about me, right? surely he couldn’t forget about his own plans that he made.

i’d grown tired of sitting there all alone, letting my thoughts eat me alive. so i grabbed my book bag and decided to head to the library to get a head start on some homework. walking deeper and deeper into the dark library, thats when i heard it. the faint gasps and moans coming from a high pitched female voice. “ugh,” i thought, “who wouldn’t even have the decency to go to a private spot?”

i rounded the corner, my eyes almost bulging out of my skull as i took in the sight in front of me. a bright platinum head of hair stuffed into the crook of pansy parkinsons neck, as he fucked her on one of the library desks with her skirt hitched all the way up. they had been so into it that they didnt even see me. what gave it away was some stupid lamp falling over as i rushed out of the library, tears in my eyes. athough they stopped at the sound indicating someone was there, they never knew it was me.

my vision was blurry, tears streaming faster down my cheeks as i ran away. i wasnt sure where i was going, but i knew i had to be as far away as possible from that complete and utter asshole. from the second i saw him til now, a million feelings coursed through my body. i was devastated, devastated that the man i loved for 2 whole years had been lying to my face. how long was he unloyal for? was this the first time? these unanswered questions made me transition from grief to rage. i was infuriated that he took me as some kind of fool who would never find out about his cheating ways. i had been so caught up in my emotions that i didnt notice where i was going, smacking face first into a very toned chest.

“Woah! Y/N? You alright there, love?” George’s voice was impossible not to recognize. “Oh, I-I’m sorry,” I gasped before turning around to leave. His warm hand clasped around my wrist softly, tugging me back as one of his hands lifted my chin up so that he could inspect my face, and most importantly my blood shot eyes.

“You’re crying,” his voice was a lot softer than i’ve ever heard it before. with him being a gryffindor and me being a slytherin, i was used to the rude remarks he’d yell at us in the hallways. him and his lovely twin have always made my life here at hogwarts a living hell. as of recently, he went from constant bullying to the exact opposite. he was always throwing complements my way as loud and obnoxious as possible. and i knew he did it just to get a rise out of his most hated slytherin of all, draco. draco was always a possesive boyfriend, not wanting any guys to look at me. but having a weasley complement me out of everyone else would’ve drove him absolutely mad.

however, what started out as an excuse to piss off draco, had turned into something else. george couldn’t help but notice how my eyes were a lot browner than he remembered, a certain twinkle in them whenever i got excited talking to my housemates about something. he quickly found himself feeling jealous as malfoy walked through the halls with his arm around my shoulder.

of course, i was oblivious to all of this, which would’ve explained his soft tone. “I’m fine,” I sniffled, wiping my tears off with the sleeve of my sweater and avoiding direct eye contact. “Come with me,” he wasted no time, dragging me down the corridor before i could mutter a response. he led me to the prefect bathroom, opening the doors for me as i took in the beautiful mosaics.

“how did you even get the password?” i asked suspiciously to the troublesome boy.

he shrugged, “turned percy’s hair blue and wouldnt change it back until he’d tell me,”

i let out a snort, which i was quick to cover with a cough. only he could make me genuinely laugh after figuring out the man i had loved so deeply, didnt love me back enough to keep his dick in his pants. i turned away from his gaze, but he saw it. he took pride in being able to cause that gorgeous smile, but he was nice enough to not tease me about it tonight. he’d definitely bring it up another day, though.

“so, whats wrong?” he asked, arms crossed as he leaned against one of the porcelain sinks. i let out a sigh, debating on whether i should tell him at all. he was supposed to be our rival, afterall.

“draco cheated,” i stated. georges face softened, all traces of humor dissipating into thin air. “i’m sorry y/n,” he started, “that bloke doesn’t know what he’s got.”

for the first time that night, i looked up at him and saw the look he had in his eyes. the lingering gaze around my figure, the softness in his facial features, the way his eyes bored into mine with a sense of longing.

that was when a lightbulb when off in my head. ill admit that im not proud of what my next thought was, and it was definitely one of the most slytherin things i have ever done, but it was worth it. i wanted to hurt draco. i wanted him to feel as bad as i did, and i wanted revenge.

i strode over to his leaning frame, making it a point to swing my hips in the process. my lips formed a pout as i spoke to him in a low voice. “if he doesn’t know what hes got,” i trailed my fingers from his shoulders down to his chest, “who will?”

my lips got incredibly closer to the shell of his ear. “you?” i asked, cupping his buldge with my hand. he let out a barely audible whimper, eyes staring back at me like a deer in headlights.

i left a gentle kiss on his neck, “tell me if you want me to stop.” george shut his eyes for a split second, contemplating his morals. he weighed his options and outcomes. on one hand, he’d be able to piss off that spoiled brat malfoy, which would give him enough satisfaction to last him the rest of his life. on the other hand, he’d finally get to know what the taste of his crush’s lips were like. it was a win win situation. fuck it, he thought before closing the gap between us, lips moving in sync as the kiss became increasingly passionate. his hands roamed all over my body as i ran my fingers through his hair.

it was an amazing night, full of multiple orgasms that left me struggling to walk properly. george was certainly thicker than malfoy. the day after was when the feelings of sadness, regret, and confusion came sinking in. as soon as i woke up and left my dorm, there he was. in his perfect green uniform that perfectly matched his perfect porcelain skin. dracos head was held high, not a care in the world as it was obvious he completely forgot about our date night and had no idea i caught him and pansy red handed.

i walked past him, not even batting an eye in his direction as i made my way to the great hall. “y/n!” he called out, quickly catching up to me, “whats wrong?”

i rolled my eyes, “you forgot our date.” his eyes immediately widened as he realized his mistake, cheeks blushing like a tomato as he recalled where he was instead of the date. “darling, please forgive me. i’m so sorry, i just got caught up in my studi-“

i halted my steps, not wanting to listen to his bullshit excuse, “i forgive you.” he looked at me with bewilderment, “y-you forgive me?”

“of course,” i gave him the most convincingly sweet smile, “its not a big deal at all!”

his shoulders relaxed in relief at my words. oh, what a stupid boy. what a stupid, stupid boy. the only reason i was “forgiving him” was because i was going to hurt him back, a lot worse. he held my hand in his as we continued our stroll to the great hall, him lifting my hand up to plant a kiss on my knuckles.

right when he had done that, i locked eyes with a familiar red head from across the corridor. he smirked as he watched me, noticing the way my steps were slightly different than normal. it was the same shit eating smile he wore last night as he made me reach my 3rd orgasm, face buried between my legs and licking up my juices as if his life depended on it. i bit my lip as the flashback played in my head, instantly making me feel lightheaded again.

draco and i took our usual spots at the slytherin table, everything seemingly normal until the owls arrived. a letter had been dropped into my lap.

unravelling the parchment, there was a faint message scribbled across in black ink. “same time and place tonight?”

there was no name or any indication of identity, but i knew exactly who it was. luckily from where i was sitting at the table, i had a clear view of george. as i looked up from the letter, i instantly made eye contact with him, him giving me a sly wink before regurning to eat his mashed potatoes. he didnt need an answer, he knew id come back after the night we had togegher.

“whos that letter from?” a voice snapped me out of my haze. i jumped slightly before tucking the letter safely into my robe, “oh, it was just mum.”

“whatd she say?” draco questioned, slightly suspicious as he recognized me hiding the letter.

“she asked how you were, shes having dinner with your parents this weekend,” i said while gulping down my goblet of juice. draco seemed convinced at that answer, dropping his suspicions rather quickly, “oh thats right, mother was telling me about that.”

it was ironic, really. we were seen as the picture perfect duo. the slytherin prince with none other than his slytherin princess. we had the world in our hands, both coming from wealthy pureblood families. even our parents were over the moon at the news of our relationship blossoming, instantly talking about our plans for marriage in the future. but were we willing to throw that all away for these sick little games?

hi guys i know i usually write shawn fics but ive been into hp recently and wanted to give it a try! if u guys rlly like this one, id love to make a part 2 n finish the series (: pls lmk and give feedback! 🤍

[elena-reina]

Six o’ Clock - Draco Malfoy x  Muggle Reader

Request: Hii! Can I please request a Draco x muggle/no-maj!fem!reader imagine where she moved to England from USA, & she happens to be close friends with the Weasleys, & one day when they take her to the Wizarding World, Draco & Y/n meet. While at first he wants to keep his snobby upfront (especially with her being a muggle), the more he sees of her (each time they bring her back), the more he feels drawn to her. They have a connection/spark & they both feel it. He asks her out on a date+holding hands💜 - kpopgirlbtssvt

Warnings: None

It was oddly quiet as Ron walked into the room you stayed sleeping. You were sleeping over at the Weasley’s house and normally there would always be some sort of loud noise going on, but not this time. He walked over to the small window above your bed and opened it letting a cool spring breeze flowing through with the birds chirping their afternoon hymn.

He looked at your sleeping figure and grabbed one of the pillows that fell off the side of the bed. Lifting it up ever so slightly, he smashed it straight down onto your head with as much force as a pillow could give.

“GET UP LAZY BONES!”

You violently sit up, breathing heavily and delusional. Looking around, you were still in your sleepy daze, not fully aware that you had just been woken up. Finally settling on a blurry-looking Ron, your rubbed your eyes.

“Ron,” you warned, still very sleepy, “If you ever wake me up like that again, I will personally throw you off the ledge of the tallest building.”

“Mum wants you to wake up and come downstairs to eat before we head off,” he smiled, placing the pillow back on the bed. 

You yawned, scratching the side of your head. Swinging your legs over the bed, you stood up and stretched before turning back to Ron.

“Where’re we going?” you asked, rummaging through the clothes in your suitcase.

“We’re going to take you to the Diagon Alley,” he said proudfully sticking out his chest.

“Diagon Alley?” you questioned, picking out a cute spring dress and sandles.

“The Wizarding World,” he said in a duh tone, like you were supposed to know what it was called. 

You had barely known about Witches and Wizards until about four or five years ago when you met Ron and his family when moving from America to the United Kingdom. You’ve always had a suspicion, but nothing was ever confirmed until you walked in on Mrs. Weasley washing dishes by waving her wand around.

That was a fun experience to witness.

You stood there, laying your clothes down on the bed and crossed your arms. 

“Well,” you said, “Do you mind?” You motioned towards your clothes and pointed to the door. You weren’t going to change with him in the room. You were close but not that close.

Ron’s face began to heat up and red crawled all over his cheeks with realization. “O-Oh right, sorry,” he mumbled embarrassed and made a quick exit towards the door. You smiled, letting out a little laugh and got dressed before heading down the stairs and eating breakfast with the rest of the family.

After eating everyone stood at the fireplace huddling around it. Ron stood on the right side of you while Mrs. Weasley was on your left, huggin gyou and rubbing your shoulder. In her hands was a small pot filled with dust.

“Alright now, who’s going to go first?” she spoke sweetly.

“Y/N should go,” Ron chirped, smirking. 

“No, no I think Ron should go, I don’t even know what we’re doing right now,” you said quickly in defense.

“Don’t worry dear. We’ll have Percy go first and demonstrate for you,” she said.

Percy stepped forward grabbing a handful of the dust in Mrs. Weasley’s hand before walking into the fireplace.

“Y/N sweetie, this will transport you to the place you want to go. All you have to do is grab a handfull of this Floo Powder,” she said motioning towards the powder,” And throw it down yelling very, very clearly Diagon Alley.”

You gulped nodding before looking back at Percy. He nodded at his mom and threw it down.

“Diagon Alley!” he shouted. Green flames engulfed him and soon enough his entire body was gone. Your eyes widened, you didn’t know if you were impressed or scared. Maybe a little bit of both.

“Wait, do we know if this is going to work with me?” you asked, “I’m not magical like you guys.”

They all laughed. Ron grabbed your hand and grabbed a fist full of the powder.

“You’re going to be doing it with Ron, sweetie. Don’t you worry,” she said holding out the pot. You placed your hand into it grabbing a fistfull and walked to the fireplace with Ron. The two of you stood side by side. You glaced up at Ron and back towards everyone else staring at you.

“Don’t let go of each others hands, and speak clearly. Both of you,” she warned.

You were really excited and had a huge grin on your face. Okay, it’s go time. You and Ron both threw the powder at the same time.

“Diagon Alley!” you two said in unison. 

The last thing you remember seeing was green and soon you were transported into a busy street filled with other magical witches and wizards. You looked around in amazement.

“Woah,” you breathed out, letting go of Ron’s hand and wandered forward. Ron followed you, laughing at your amusement. “Is this where you go to school?”

He shook his head. “No, I go to school at Hogwarts. This is Diagon Alley.”

You looked at him dumbfounded. 

“This is kind of like a mall?” he said questioning himself, “There’s an assortment of restaurants, shops, and other sights. It’s usually way less busy than this when school is in session, but for now I am just going to show you around.”

You nodded in agreement as people walked past the two of you. Some would glance your way curious and others would straight on ignore you. Not that you would notice, perhaps it was your bubbly personality that kept catching the attentino of others. You looked a like a little kid running wild in a candy shop for the first time.

“Right here is Olivander’s,” Ron spoke motioning towards one of the buildings, “This is where you pick out your first wand.”

“Oooh, can I get one?” you giggled, lightly pushing his shoulder. He smiled, rolling his eyes.

“It wouldn’t work for you, Y/N, you’re a muggle,” he said.

“I know, I’m just teasing, Ron,” you sighed, before another building caught your attention. “What’s that?”

“That is-”

“RON!”

You two halted in your steps and turned around. Running towards him was a pretty curly-haired girl and a boy with circular glasses. They engulfed him in a hug one by one and then turned to face you.

“Hi there, I’m Hermione Granger, and this is Harry Potter,” Hermione said cheerfully holding out her hand. You gracefully took it, and Harry’s as well.

“Hi, I’m Y/N Y/LN.”

Harry looked at you curiously. “Your accent, it’s different. You’re not from around here are you?”

You shook your head. “She’s from America,” Ron said for you, almost sounding proud of it.

“America!” Hermione gasped, “You have to tell us about over there, what’s it like? What kind of schools do they have over there? What do they focus on teaching you? What house are you in? Oooh, what creatures-”

“She’s a muggle, Hermione,” Ron groaned, embarrassed from all the questions she was asking you. You laughed.

“Oh, what brings you here?” Harry spoke up.

“Just sight-seeing. Thought that I would-”

“Uh oh, Malfoy twelve o’ clock,” Hermione said cutting you off, looking past you. 

You turned around to see what she was talking about. Walking your way was a tall boy with sleek white-blond hair, a pale complexion, and silver eyes. He was in a cleaned up black suit and looked rather handsome. Forgetting that you were standing next to Ron, your entire focus shifted onto the boy whom they called Malfoy. He stood confidently a foot away from the group, eyeing them all down before his eyes rested on you. He had a hard facial expression on his face.

“Scarhead, Mudblood, Weasle,” he spat and then looked at you, “What’re you, another Weasley or their pet.”

“Don’t bother with this one Y/N, he isn’t anyone of importance,” Harry spoke up, angrily looking at Malfoy.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, and you are?” you replied back with as much sass as him.

Draco was taken back by your accent, but intrigued. He was quickly able to discern that you weren’t from here.

“Draco Malfoy, a pure-blooded wizard of the highest taste, what’re you doing hanging out with them?” he sneered.

“I’ll just so have you know Malfoy that-”

“I wasn’t speaking to you,” Malfoy snapped cutting Hermione off, “Typical of you Mudbloods to bud into other peoples conversations. Learn some manners.”

Scoffing at his rudeness, you folded your arms across your chest. “These are my friends and I don’t like how you’re speaking to them. What’s a mudblood?” you asked turning to face Hermione who was giving Draco a death stare.

“It’s a magical person who has muggle parents,” she grumbled, “It’s very demeaning.”

“You don’t know what a Mudblood is? You must be one,” he spat, running his hand through his hair, smirking grudgingly.

“Actually, I’ll have you know that I am a muggle!” you said proudly like it was an achievement. Ron mentally face-palmed knowing that Draco was about to get a load of this.

“Y/N,” Ron groaned under his breath catching your attention. Confused, you looked back at Draco laughing hysterically, almost in a taunting way.

“Now this all makes sense. You ran out of friends haven’t you all, so you had to capture a random muggle from somewhere else to bring the fame back to your names,” he taunted, “Pitiful, all of you.”

“Let’s go,” Ron said grabbing onto your hand, ushering you away.

“Muggles don’t belong here!” Draco called out after you. You turned your neck to get one last look at him before being rushed around a corner.

The rest of the afternoon was fun, despite that small altercation you had earlier. Ron scolded you for telling Draco you were a muggle but you shrugged it off. It didn’t offend you to be called a muggle because that’s what you were. Why should you be ashamed of being who you are. You went back to the Weasley’s house after eating dinner and went straight to bed because you were exhausted.

The next morning you woke up and wanted to go back to Diagon Alley. You quietly walked downstairs and saw Ron cleaning his plate. You walked up to him and covered his eyes with your hands.

“Guess whoooo,” you lightly sang, standing on your tip toes.

“Grandma?” he gasped dramatically.

You rolled your eyes, removing your hands, and lightly punching him in the shoulder. He craned his neck smiling and returned to washing the plate.

“Can we go back to Diagon Alley?” you asked.

He rinsed his plate and put it to dry on the side. He turned to face you and eyed you. “Sure. Anything in particular you wanted to look for?”

“Well I just wanted to see what else was around, I enjoyed being there yesterday,” you smiled. 

Ron agreed to go again and left to go let his Mrs. Weasley know that they will be going back. You did the same old routine of holding the Floo Powder and yelling Diagon Alley with him.

You were transported back and you looked around again amzed like it was the first time you had been. Ron chuckled beside you catching your attention.

“What’s so funny,” you asked, walking side by side.

“Your child-like amusement is funny to me,” he said, taking a turn to lead you down another part of Diagon Alley that you hadn’t been down before.

“What’s that?” you asked aloud pointing to one of the shops. He walked up to the window and looked at it.

“That’s the Firebolt. It’s one of the fastest Quidditch broomsticks.”

“A Quidditch broomstick?” you questioned. 

“Yes, that’s what I said,” he confirmed again.

“No.. I know that, but what’s Quidditch?” 

Ron laughed at you. You were really getting sick of all this laughter. How does he expect you to know any of this. You weren’t a witch. You didn’t grow up with this kind of lifestyle.

“Stop laughing at me,” you glared, “I don’t know what that is. What’s Quidditch?”

“It’s-”

“-It’s a sport we wizards play by scoring more points than your opponent. Unless you catch the golden snitch, then you automatically win.”

You turned and looked at who spoke over Ron and saw Draco standing right next to you. He wasn’t looking at you but was looking at the broom while was glaring at Draco. Not that he had paid any attention to him in the first place nor cared.

“So it’s like soccer?” you said, slightly turning to face him.

“Soccer?”

“Yeah, you score points by kicking a ball into your opponents goal, but... I don’t think we have anything like the golden snitch. What is that by the way?” you answered.

“Must be a muggle sport,” Draco scoffed, “The snitch is worth one-hundred and fifty points. The game can only end when the Snitch has been caught but only by the Seeker.”

“A Seeker?”

“Y/N, enough of the questions and lets go,” Ron groaned no longer wanting to be in the presence of Draco. He grabbed your hand and yanked you over to the side.

“Why do you keep talking to him,” he groaned, clearly annoyed.

What was his problem. It’s not like you were outright looking for him. All you did was ask questions.

“Ron, what’re you talking about. All I did was ask about Quidditch,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “It’s not like you were answering any of my questions in the first place.”

“I was about to until snakeface cut me off, you were encouraging him!” he exclaimed, walking ahead of you. You quickly tried to keep up with him.

“How was I encouraging him? Are you really getting upset with me right now, Ron? I haven’t done anything on purpose to make you mad at me!” you shouted back at him. He abruptly stopped, having you almost crashing into him.

“Lets go back home,” he grumbled. You opened your mouth to say something but stopped. You wanted to argue back, but you knew that it wasn’t going to go anywhere. Ron was all bent out of shape and anything you say would only make things worse. So you complied and went along with him.

For the rest of the day, you and Ron stayed away from each other. Not that it made any sense. You spent the rest of your time hanging out  with Ginny and just girl talking.

Ron no longer accompanied you to Diagon Alley when you asked, so you hung with Ginny instead. However every time you returned, you inconspiculously ran into Draco everytime. It was becoming a frequent thing, and each time you ran into him, the more you two would talk. You had been going for weeks.

At this point you didn’t know if you were going to explore the Wizarding World or if you were going hoping to bump into Draco- which always happened.

At first Draco held up his snobby front but by the end of the day he would always forget all about it and his goofiness came out. And the best part about everything? Ginny didn’t mind. She didn’t have the same kind of resentment towards him like her brother or his friends did. 

However there was one problem.

It was the next day after weeks of visiting. You ran into Ginny’s room where she was already dressed.

“Ginny!” you exclaimed pouncing onto her back.

“Y/N!” she exclaimed returning the same energy you had, giggling.

“Are you ready?” you chirped.

She brushed a knot out of her hair and placed her brush down. She turned to face you with a half smile. 

“Y/N, I would love to accompany you, but I’ve made plans today,” she frowned. Your happy exterior faltered. Biting on the inside of your lip, you thought to yourself.

“Well that’s okay, Ginny. I appreciate you going out of your way to accompany all these weeks,” you said, taking her hands into yours and swinging them.

And then a bright idea popped into your head.

“I know that face,” she laughed, “What’re you thinking?”

You let go of her hands and started to pace the room. You did have an idea, but it was a tricky one. Was it worth even saying? 

“What if,” you began as Ginny leaned in listening attentively, “I went by myself.”

She looked at you like you were crazy.

“I’m sorry, but what?”

“What if I went by myself to Diagon Alley,” you repeated.

“You’re absolutely mad Y/N,” she laughed.

“I’m serious!” you laughed with her, “I’ll take the powder and just go by myself.”

Ginny stopped laughing and looked at you seriously. “Y/N, I don’t know if the Floo powder will work on you. You’re not a witch.”

That’s what you were afraid of.

“Well, we don’t know that it won’t work. That’s why I can try?” you said more as a question.

Ginny didn’t immediately object it. That gave you a little hope.

“How’re you going to get back?” she said rubbing a hand over her face.

You hadn’t thought about that. You didn’t have an answer.

“I...,” you began while looking around the room as if it were going to give you an answer. Your eyes rested on a clock. “How about you pick me up?”

“I don’t know when I’ll be back today. It could be hours from now,” she said. 

“Then I’ll wait for you. If I don’t magically find a way back by six o’ clock, then I’ll be waiting in front of Olivander’s Wand Shop. Deal?” you pleaded sticking out your hand. 

“I don’t know,” she mumbled, scratching the back of her neck, “Mum would kill me if anything happened to you.”

“Nothings going to happen, I promise. So deal?” you tried again, batting your eyes. “Pretty pretty pleaaaase?”

She groaned and grabbed onto your hand shaking it. “Oh alright fine. Be at Olivander’s by 6 o’ clock sharp!”

You jumped up with glee, bouncing towards the door. Hopefully it works.

“And Y/N!” Ginny called.

You came to halt and turned around, eager to head towards the fireplace.

“Remember, it’s called Diagon Alley. Speak very clearly, if you don’t then I don’t know where you’ll end up and mum will kill me.”

“Got it! Diagon Alley!” you reassured her. 

You’ve done this plenty of times. What could go wrong?

You ran to the fireplace and took a handfull of the Floo powder. Stepping inside you turned so that you faced the outside of the Weasley’s house. Taking a deep breath in you focused.

“Diagonally!” you shouted throwing the powder down. You were engulfed in green flames and began to spin very fast. 

This felt different than all the other times where you held onto somebody’s hand and transported. This was way more nauseating making you almost feel sick to your stomach. Something hard knocked your elbow and you tucked it in tightly, still spinning and spinning. Finally coming to a stop, you fell, face forward, onto cold stone dizzy and you could’ve sworn bruised. You stood up and you appeared to be in a stone fireplace of what looked like a large, dimly lit wizard's shop but nothing seemed as bright and happy like it did before.

A glass case nearby held a withered hand on a cushion, a blood-stained pack of cards, and a staring glass eye. Evil-looking masks stared down from the walls, an assortment of human bones lay upon the counter, and rusty, spiked instruments hung from the ceiling. You turned your head too look at the dark, and even worse, narrow street through the dusty shop window. This was definitely not Diagon Alley.

Your heart rate picked up and you knew you had to get out of here. You began to walk towards the door when a hand was roughly slammed down onto your shoulder making you gasp and turn around.

“And just who might you be?” a creepy and wrinkly  stooping man said eyeing you up and down. He smoothed his greasy hair back from his face.

“O-Oh, I’m just.. I’m not-”

“You’re not wearing robes, eh,” he said in his oily voice. “Who do you work for?” 

He got uncomfortably closer to you to the point where you could smell his breath. You attempted to take a step back but he was suspiciously watching your every move.

“I don’t- I don’t work for anyone-”

“And your accent...,” he drawled.

It would be best if you had just stopped talking overall at this point. You were screwed and you didn’t know what you were going to do.

Seconds later, a bell clanged, and someone had stepped into the shop catching the man’s attention.

“Young Master Malfoy, what a pleasure to see you... How may I be of assistance? I must show you, just in today, and very reasonably priced-”

“Y/N, I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” that familiar voice said with a wave of relief washing all over you.

The oily man’s smile faded and he slowly stepped away, still eyeing you. You turned around and looked at Draco’s face, still shaken up. He looked at you motioning towards himself. You sped walk closer to him and stood by his side.

“Draco I-”

“Shh,” he hushed immediately. you nodded zipping your mouth closed as he straightened his suit. He pushed you behind him. “Mr. Borgin, sorry to bother. I came looking for her. She must’ve ran off when I wasn’t looking. Good day.”

“Good day yourself, Young Master Malfoy,” he lightly bowed and disappeared into a backroom.

Draco grabbed ahold onto your hand and pulled you along outside. You had emerged into a dingy alleyway that seemed to be made up entirely of shops devoted to the Dark Arts. Turning your head, you looked at the sign of the shop. It was called Borgin and Burkes, makes sense why Draco called that man Mr. Borgin.

Two shabby-looking wizards were watching you follow Draco from the shadow of a doorway, muttering to each other. 

“Draco,” you tried again.

“Be quiet right now, Y/N,” he muttered lowly, still pulling you ahead. You didn’t know where you were going, but you were thankful to have been with Draco. You had passed many questionable shops, one of them being a shop selling poisonous candles. You didn’t even know this was allowed in the Wizarding World.

Draco pulled you up a flight of steps and soon enough, you saw a familiar, snow-white marble building in the distance that Ginny had told you to be Gringotts Bank; a bank for the witches and wizards. Draco had steered you right into Diagon Alley, where you had wanted to be in the first place. 

"Are you dense? What were you doing down there," said Draco scolded harshly.

“I didn’t know where I was. I used that magical powder in the fireplace and then I wounded up there,” you defended, still a little shaken up. “Where was I?”

He shook his head running a hand through his hair. “That was Knockturn Alley, it is extremely dangerous for muggles like yourself. Had they found out what you were they would’ve killed you.”

You widened your eyes and looked at your feet. “Thank you for saving me back there,” you said shyly.

Draco stood there nodding mumbling a ‘you’re welcome’ under his breath. He fumbled with the hem of his jacket. He wanted to say something but he didn’t know how to go about it. 

“Okay, well uhm, Y/N,” he spoke clearing his throat. You looked up, gazing into his silver eyes. He was nervous.

“I wanted to ask you this under different circumstances, but would you.. like to go out some time?” he asked. A blush slowly crept onto your cheeks. For weeks you’ve been feeling attracted towards him, but never knew if he felt the same way. It was the same vice versa.

It could’ve been his accent, his height, the way he dressed, or even his whole demeanor. There was just something about him that you felt drawn to.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you released a cheesy smile. “Are you sure you want to do that with an American muggle like myself? With a muggle who doesn’t belong here?”

He lets out a small smile, closing his eyes, and bowing his head. He opens his eyes and nods. “I’ve always loved a challenge.”

He extended his elbow for you to link onto. “Shall we?” he asked.

You accepted his arm, wrapping yours around it. “Just as long as I’m back at Olivander’s Wand shop by six o’ clock.”

“Deal,” he grinned, taking you to who knows where.

[missnight0wl]

Ask time xD I got myself thinking, why Rowan's Imperius attack happened the way it did?

I don't know all about the Imperius curse, but I would assume the person doing it, somehow, was watching them. And let's assume MC would undoubtedly say they don't want them to hurt neither of her friends at the question which is a stupid question because by trying to kill MC, the objective was not to send a warning.

So I was wondering why do in front of all those friends? If they wanted that to work why not influence Rowan to be alone with MC then turn rogue? Because MC cares enough about Rowan that just a threat to their safety would leave them shaken up. Were the friends present there, the ones the attacker wanted to be there? Barnaby AND Ben are both people prone to protect MC and I guess Jae would too had the situation gotten dyer.

Idk just the way everything happened and why it happened... I know it brings a sense of uncertainty - I guess they could control any of my friends at any moment -, but then... it never happens again. Unless I'm reading this all wrong and the intent was to prompt MC into a duel with Rowan.

Please enlighten me with your theories if you'd like x)

In short, I don’t believe that Rowan was Imperiused by R back then, not really. And it actually has quite a lot to do with our old discussion about Pettigrew, so I’ll just link it here. Now, to the proper explanation.

First things first. Yes, you’re right about the Imperius Curse. I mean, I believe that you can control people even with bigger distances (Draco controlling Madam Rosmerta, Death Eaters controlling people at the Ministry). However, when you cast the curse, the distance matters. I’m pretty sure both Rakepick and Snape mentioned that: “Time and space matter in magic” a couple of times around Rowan’s incident.

It was also pretty heavily implied that it was Pettigrew who was behind the curse. Percy was lurking in the background with Scabbers, Rakepick was asking us about our surroundings later as well:

The only correct option here is Percy. Bill was with Rakepick in the Training Grounds at the time, and Charlie with Snape. In the last part of Y5Ch19, we learn that Patricia actually got deeper into the case:

So yeah, I think it’s pretty safe to say that it was indeed Pettigrew. The thing is that I doubt he did it on R’s order– and that’s mainly because, as you pointed out, this whole situation didn’t really make sense.

At the beginning of Y5, we were attacked by the Red Cloak who told us:

By the end of the year, we found out that R needed MC because of the Legilimency door. I still believe that MC is also needed for the final Vault and the Legilimency thing is kind of a bonus, but either way, the point is that Rowan’s attack happened before the Portrait Vault. It’d be incredibly stupid from R’s point of view to put MC in danger then. But that's what they did:

Moreover, I absolutely agree with your point about all of the witnesses present at the scene. In Y4, R forged the note from Kettleburn and attacked us when we were alone in the Courtyard. At the beginning of Y5, we were only with Ben. In both cases, it was evening and the attacker was wearing the Red Cloak. R cares about secrecy. So, what the hell happened with Rowan? Well, here’s what I’m thinking.

First of all, I believe that Pettigrew’s only connection with R is that he was supposed to deliver the vault portrait to Hogwarts. That's it. I imagine that they somehow learnt that he’s alive, and they were like: “Hey, get that portrait to Hogwarts or we’ll reveal your secret about being alive and hiding as an Animagus”. Let’s remember that at that point, R wanted MC to reach the Portrait Vault, and MC needed the portrait for that. Also, look at what Pettigrew himself told us:

Maybe it’s just me, but he doesn’t seem particularly upset about losing the portrait. Also, he technically didn’t say that Peeves stole it from him. I think it’s possible that Peter left the portrait somewhere for MC to find, and Peeves stole it from there. Pettigrew simply witnessed it.

Back to Rowan’s attack, though. We know that Rakepick was on Pettigrew’s trail back then already, right? So, I assume that by making that whole scene, Pettigrew wanted to draw Rakepick’s attention to MC and R instead. Like, he knew that she’s after him:

Unfortunately for him, it backfired and helped Rakepick connect the dots.

I mean, to be fair, I guess it did work in a way, just not exactly how Pettigrew wanted. Because Rakepick’s words in Knockturn Alley suggest that thanks to the attack, she figured out that Percy’s rat is very suspicious. On the other hand, Rakepick herself was mysteriously missing after we returned from Knockturn Alley, and she came back only after Pettigrew Obliviated us. So, I believe that that’s when she started some kind of negotiations with R. In other words: yes, she knew about Pettigrew, but at the same time, she got occupied with more important things, and so she dropped Pettigrew’s case.

Anyway, the important thing here is that Pettigrew didn’t know everything because R didn’t tell him to do anything beyond delivering the vault portrait. Therefore, he thought it wouldn’t matter if he tried to hurt MC. But then, how he’d know that R threatened in the past that they’ll hurt one of our friends? I mean, judging by Rowan’s words:

… he had to know something. Well, perhaps he was told some limited information, or he learnt about it through eavesdropping or something. Either way, in my opinion, the fact that Rowan attacks MC (if we don’t choose anyone) proves that Pettigrew wasn’t told the most important thing: that MC is very valuable. And it’d make sense if Pettigrew was simply a puppet, just a delivery boy.

And yeah, I think that’s it. If I wasn’t clear about something or you’d like me to elaborate, let me know!

[fancybehaviour]

If the saga were rewritten again only this time from the perspective of another character in each book who would the characters be?

My choices:

Philosopher's Stone: Hermione and Ron

Chamber of Secrets: Ginny

Prisoner of Azkaban: Lupin or Sirius

Goblet of Fire: Cedric, Barto Crouch Junior or Ron (when he was angry with Harry)

Order of the Phoenix: Neville, Luna and Dumbledore

Half-Blood Prince: Snape and Draco

Deathly Hallows: Snape, Voldemort and Neville

Awesome question! I have never really thought about it before but after some thinking I am going to go with:

Philosopher's Stone: Hermione.

It would be amazing to see the wizarding world for the first time from the eyes of a muggleborn. Although Harry was a muggleborn too in some ways, I think Hermione would have had some interesting musings about the parallels/differences between Muggle and Magical world.

Chamber of Secrets: Ginny. No explanation needed.

Prisoner of Azkaban : Sirius/ Percy.

I think via Sirius we would get a lot of info about Marauders as he would obviously think about them.

Percy would be interesting because I would like to see what Seventh Year at Hogwarts looks like and what kind of duties the Head Boy might have and also because pompous as he might be, I like Percy too.

Goblet of Fire: Fleur! I want to see Hogwarts through the eyes of a student from a school where there are no annual death attempts on any of the students facilitated by dubious staff appointments. Can you imagine how many scathing comments she would have? She would be perfectly in the right to say that Beauxbaton is far superior to Hogwarts in terms of Security. Also, because I am very curious about Fleur. She has received a lot of negativity in the books for her looks and her haughty flair; but there's more to her. It's not easy to deal with everyone's eyes on you all the time and I want to see her struggles and triumphs.

OOTP: Luna. Remember how many political things were happening then? Imagine all the theories she would come up with. Also, this way we would get to see the Ravenclaw house. And I imagine get a nice view of Ginny's life too considering they are friends. Could give us a view into bullying at Hogwarts too.

HBP: Any background Slytherin we haven't met already. This was they year tensions were rising; lines were being drawn and Voldemort was recruiting, I imagine. I want to see the Slytherin's side of the war. How their families stance affects them, do they agree with it, how are they going to deal with it etc.

DH: Neville, so we can see a leader being made.