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Ernie Macmillan and the End of the World

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairings: Justin Finch Fletchley/Zacharias Smith, Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood, Miles Bletchley/Astoria Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson/Percy Weasley, Padma Patil/Romilda Vane, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Lavender Brown/Parvati Patil, Daphne Greengrass/Ernie Macmillan, Cho Chang/Theo Nott

Words: 3098

Read it on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18738772

Ernie MacMillan is fairly certain that the world is imploding around him.

It had all started when Zacharias Smith, looking harried and determined and a little wild-eyed, had arrived late at their weekly Hufflepuff pub night (or Puff Night, as Ernie liked to call it) and proceeded to snog the life out of Justin Finch-Fletchley.

Justin, for his part, had looked shocked for a moment before melting into the kiss, clinging to Zach’s arms like a lifeline, and Ernie wondered how he’d missed the fact that his best mate was apparently mad about Zach-the-Prat Smith. (And alright, none of their friends actually called Zach that anymore, given that he generally behaved marginally less twattish than before, but Ernie still found him rather insufferable). Zach was also, as far as they knew, categorically allergic to romance and had an impressively long string of short-lived ex-girlfriends, but, Ernie thought, watching him wind his arms around Justin’s neck and urgently tug him closer, there were apparently a few things they hadn’t known.

“I love you,” Zach said breathlessly when they parted, and Ernie had watched Susan’s, Hannah’s, and Terry’s jaws drop simultaneously, which would have been funny if this weren’t also likely an omen of the apocalypse.

“I’ve been an arse,” Zach had continued, and Ernie would have snorted if he’d been capable of making any sound, “and I’m sorry, and I know it’s probably too late, but…” at which point Justin had cut him off by snogging him so thoroughly Ernie was forced to concede that he’d probably have to get over his horror about the whole thing if Zach made Justin that happy.

The two of them had promptly Disapparated, leaving a table full of shell-shocked Puffs (and various partners) in their wake. Terry’s eyebrows had risen so high they disappeared beneath his hairline, Neville was gaping like a fish and Susan looked as though she’d seen a Dementor. Even Hannah, who was normally unshakeable, looked rather stricken, although the reason for that soon appeared in the form of Graham Montague, who’d peeled himself away from the crowd of Slytherins at the bar – all of whom had been shamelessly watching the spectacle – to make his way to their table, pausing in front of Hannah and holding out his hand expectantly.

“You owe me ten Galleons,” he informed her with just a hint of smugness.

Marcus Flint brushed past them then, scowling fiercely, which seemed perfectly normal, until Oliver Wood followed a moment later and put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. “Babe,” began Wood cajolingly, and Ernie was pretty sure he was going to die of heart failure at this rate.

“Come on,” Wood continued, “we’ve barely stayed for one drink, no sense going home yet.”

“No point in staying when all our friends are late to our bloody engagement party,” Marcus grumbled back, and really, Ernie thought, he was sure there had to be a limit on how many shocks one could suffer in a single night.

As if on cue, Terrence Higgs and Adrian Pucey burst through the door, both looking rather windswept and glowing with elation. Their smiles faltered a bit when they noticed the murderous scowl on Flint’s face, but Pucey (rather bravely, Ernie thought), smiled placatingly and stepped forward.

“Sorry Marc, we got a lead on our latest case and we had to follow up on it, we got here as soon as we could.”

Flint still looked supremely unimpressed, but when Higgs added “We’ll buy you the biggest bottle of Ogden’s they’ve got,” and Wood fixed him with an earnestly hopeful expression, he relented. Before they’d even returned to their table by the bar, the door opened again and Miles Bletchley swept in, hand-in-hand with his wife Astoria.

“Sorry, sorry,” he began, barely even flinching at the truly venomous glare Flint sent him, “the baby just wouldn’t settle, and Mom would kill me if I left before I got her to sleep.”

The door had barely even shut behind him when it opened again to reveal George Weasley and Lee Jordan, grinning widely and brushing what looked like soot off of the front of their robes.

"Apologies for our lateness, lads!” called George.

“And lasses!” added Lee with a wink.

“We had a slight difficulty with our newest set of customisable fireworks – reckon our neighbours wouldn’t be too happy if we’d left the courtyard on fire.”

“Or the hole in the roof!” chimed in Lee.

Ernie turned to watch Flint, who looked slightly mollified by the appearance of a truly enormous bottle of Firewhiskey and the fact that Oliver Wood was practically sitting in his lap. Ernie was just taking a fortifying sip of the fresh pint that had appeared at his elbow and wondering if he could inquire exactly when the two Quidditch captains had gotten together without sounding like an oblivious idiot when the door opened once more and Percy Weasley hurried inside, one arm snugly around Pansy Parkinson’s waist.

Flint, who had been pouring a row of shots that all appeared to be smoking, just raised a sardonic eyebrow at their arrival. It took Percy a few tries to form words – Ernie noticed he looked rather more agitated than normal - but then he burst out “We’re having a baby!”

The pub descended into a sort of shocked silence, broken by an excited squeal from Daphne Greengrass and a sort of strangled exclamation from Ron Weasley, who had stood up from a corner booth in open-mouthed shock. Then George and Wood rushed forward to clap Percy on the shoulder, Montague hooted triumphantly and held out his hand expectantly to Flint for what seemed to be a substantial number of coins, and several people clapped and called their congratulations before the hum of conversation started up again.

Pansy rolled her eyes good-naturedly and looked up at Percy with an expression that Ernie could only describe as fond exasperation.

Ernie had heard about Percy and Pansy, of course, but he’d just assumed it was nothing more than a politically advantageous alliance for the Parkinsons after the war, or a necessary union given the rapidly dwindling numbers of Pureblood families, or some other product of unfathomable Slytherin scheming.

But, he realised with a sinking sense of impending doom, watching Weasley smile besottedly down at Pansy, who couldn't quite bite down on a tiny, genuine smile of her own, that’s not what it was at all.

“Oh my God,” Ernie voiced with feeling. “They’re in love with each other.”

“I said ages ago that they were a cute couple!” Susan admonished, just as Neville said, “I told you I cried at the wedding!”

“I thought you were joking!” Ernie sputtered at both of them, reaching over to pinch himself on the arm to make sure this wasn't just the product of a very, very bizarre dream. It hurt rather a lot.

Since then, he's been able to settle his nerves a bit with both the rest of his pint and a fortifying shot of the Firewhiskey Pucey and Higgs had gifted to Flint after George and Lee had decided that the whole bar needed to join in on a toast and commandeered the bottle when Flint had gone to the loo. Ernie is just wondering whether he should start paying more attention to the gossip pages of the Daily Prophet or make more small talk with his coworkers about the current "it couples" of the Wizarding World when Wood and Flint pass by their table again.

“And where are you lot off to?” Warrington asks from his position next to the rest of the Firewhiskey, which he seems to be guarding rather protectively.

“Figured we’d head up to the Quidditch pitch for old times’ sake,” Flint tells him with a shit-eating grin, and the group at the bar breaks into a chorus of groans. Several of them, Ernie notices, seem to be digging out their wallets while Montague cries joyfully, “Pay up folks! Five Galleons apiece.”

Ernie frowns slightly, wondering why anyone would want to play Quidditch this late, and if they were even allowed on the old pitch anymore – surely Hogwarts had better security now? -, when he overhears Wood whisper to Flint, “I still have my old key for the captain’s office,” and immediately wants to Obliviate himself.

Padma Patil is standing a few feet in front of MacLaggen, who is hastily trying to extricate himself from Romilda Vane behind the bar, where he had apparently volunteered to help her with the drinks as a flimsy excuse to wrap around her like the Giant Squid. Romilda’s face is darting back and forth between them in rapidly dawning comprehension, although, Ernie notes with grudging respect, she looks much more intrigued than afraid in the face of Padma’s palpable anger.

***

Ernie’s just starting to wonder if things have finally calmed down, taking a sip from a fresh pint that he doesn’t actually remember ordering, when an outraged-sounding voice cuts through the buzz of chatter and the low hum of the Weird Sisters track he swears has been on repeat. “I cannot believe you, Cormac MacLaggen!”

“You blew off dinner with my parents to come here and flirt with Romilda Vane?” she continues vehemently, silencing him with a vicious glare when MacLaggen tries to get a word in. “I can’t believe I ever thought you could change. You’re still the same arrogant, selfish, idiotic prick you were back at Hogwarts, and I’m done wasting my time with you.” MacLaggen is glancing helplessly back and forth between Padma and Romilda, who’s got her arms crossed over her chest and is wearing a scowl that’s nearly as ferocious as Padma’s. “You’d have been in for a disappointing night anyway,” she tells Romilda pointedly, not bothering to lower her voice. The pub falls completely silent for a moment before someone – Ernie thinks it might be Padma’s sister – lets out a woop, before the crowd breaks into applause.

It's difficult to hear over the chatter - several groups appear to be toasting to different variations of "And good riddance, the tosser!" but Ernie thinks he hears Montague call out, "Tell Granger she owes me 2 Galleons!"

“Word of advice mate,” Blaise Zabini says in a faux-conspiratorial tone, clapping a shell-shocked looking MacLaggen on the shoulder. “If you’re going to date two girls at the same time, it’s probably best to tell them.” And with that, he turns on his heel and strides out the bar with his arm around Ginny Weasley’s waist, who is, Ernie realizes faintly, also hand in hand with Luna Lovegood.

Ernie's just set the tray of drinks carefully back on the table when a pair of furious-sounding voices emerges from the general buzz of conversation from the back corner, and he turns to see Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, standing on opposite ends of their table and glaring daggers at each other.

***

“I knew that he was going to cheat – Saw it this morning,” Ernie overhears Padma confiding to Romilda at the bar when he goes to get their next round of drinks. “Figured he deserved to be taken down a peg a little,” she finishes with a small smile, and Romilda grins, wordlessly sliding Padma another martini and what Ernie thinks might be her Floo address.

“I’m so tired of your – of your condescending bullshit!” bursts out Lavender. “None of my boyfriends are ever good enough – you’re always critical of something!”

“I’m just so sick of seeing you let these blokes treat you like crap, Lavender!” Parvati bites back, angrily swiping an errant strand of hair from her face. “You’re better than this” she adds, and Lavender’s cheeks flush a dark, livid red.

“No one could ever live up to these expectations, Parvati!” she cries.

“I would,” Parvati snaps, and then immediately brings her hand up to her mouth in horror, eyes wide as she and Lavender regard each other with identical expressions of shock. A rather conspicuous silence falls.

Parvati pauses for a moment, then takes a deep breath, squares her shoulders, meets Lavender’s gaze straight on, and, voice steady, repeats, “I would”.

“I’d call you after dates, and send you flowers, and never tell you you were being stupid when you were upset, and I know it’s not the same for you Lavender, and I’m sorry, I swear I’ll stop being so critical, I haven’t been fair to you and I–"

Parvati trails off in confusion as Lavender smiles. It’s hard to tell in the dim light of the pub, but Ernie thinks there might be tears in her eyes. He feels rather breathless as Lavender steps forward to interlace her fingers with Parvati’s.

Parvati glances down at their entwined hands for a moment before glancing back up at Lavender, a confused frown warring with the hopeful expression in her eyes.

“But – you don’t -” she starts, biting her lip.

“I didn’t tell you about all the dates I’ve been on,” Lavender tells her with a smile. When Parvati continues to stare at her wordlessly, Lavender adds, "You were so critical of the boys, I was just so afraid what you might say about the girls."

Parvati huffs out a slightly hysterical-sounding giggle, shaking her head and reaching up with her free hand to swipe at her eyes.

"God, I've been so stupid," Parvati bursts out, and then Lavender takes another step forward to cradle her face and pull her into a deep kiss.

This time it's Padma who leads the bar in a round of cheers, and there seems to be a lot of conspicuous sniffling from Ernie's table as Neville, Hannah, and Susan all pass around a Conjured handkerchief. Ernie nearly spills his drink all over himself when he's jostled by a rather glum-looking Seamus Finnigan, who presents a second bottle of Firewhiskey to the table of Slytherins, nodding resignedly at Montague.

"Thought for sure there'd be nudity," he mutters dejectedly as he passes by their table on his way back

Ernie glances over to the bar to see Romilda nonchalantly turning the volume on the music back up to normal, and she sends him a conspiratorial wink.

He tries hastily to wipe the tears that have trailed down his cheeks from the Brandy and hopes futilely that he isn’t the approximate colour of a tomato, but given the amount of alcohol he’s had and his complete and total ineptitude when it comes to women, he’s fairly certain it’s a lost cause.

“Sod it all,” Ernie thinks, and slides into a stool at the bar, nodding wearily at an entirely too pleased-looking Romilda Vane when she holds up a bottle of Brandy enquiringly. He figures he’ll just stay for a couple more drinks, and with luck, he won’t remember any of this in the morning. He’s just downed the shot, coughing violently at the unfamiliar burn in his throat, when he notices someone sliding into the seat on his right. And now, he knows that the world must be ending, because Daphne Greengrass has sat down next to him, and she’s smiling.

Because beautiful girls aren’t interested in talking to him, and they don’t smile at him like that, and even if by some miracle they do end up having a conversation, he inevitably ends up sputtering or fumbling and they move along. Because even if he’s mostly grown out of his baby fat and lost the tendency to be overly pompous when he’s nervous, he’s still awkward, proper, hopelessly Hufflepuff Ernie MacMillan.

And Daphne’s just sitting there, with her long blond hair in perfect waves, and her suntanned skin glowing faintly in the low light from the bar, with a bright smile on her impossibly soft-looking lips. “Daphne Greengrass,” she tells him with a smile – as if he would have forgotten.

“I remember,” Ernie says hastily, reaching forward to shake her hand enthusiastically before he can stop himself, but she takes his hand immediately, her smile turning slightly amused. “We were in the same year at Hogwarts, of course, and we had Herbology together in fourth year, and I think we shared a carriage to Hogsmeade in February of our sixth year,” and oh god, why can’t he stop talking? “I did see you at your sister’s wedding, you know you looked absolutely stunning in that shade of pink, and I believe we crossed paths in Diagon last summer when I was looking for a new broom with Justin..."

“Sure,” he tells her with certainty, and Daphne just smiles wider.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Daphne asks when he finally pauses for breath, and for what must be the sixth time that night, Ernie’s mouth drops open.

He is aware that sitting with his mouth agape in front of the most beautiful woman he’s seen up close is not the smoothest of responses, but really, Ernie thinks, he’s just pleased that he hasn’t fallen out of his chair. He’s seriously wondering if maybe someone spiked his drink for a laugh, or this isn’t all just the product of some very bizarre, very detailed curse. He’s broken out of his reverie when he feels a stinging hex hit him from the direction of the bar, and he swears he can see Romilda Vane slipping her wand back up her sleeve when he glances that way, rubbing his wrist, but then he turns back to the girl next to him, who is beautiful and lovely and is still waiting patiently. He takes a deep breath and thinks, why the hell not.

“Um,” begins Percy, who looks hilariously torn between his desire to provide the right answer and the need to prevent his newly-pregnant wife from going into hysterics.

“Did I just see Daphne leave with Ernie MacMillan?” Pansy asks in shock.

Astoria looks positively thrilled, although that might have less to do with Daphne and more to do with the fact that a scandal involving her sister might just prompt her parents to forget about the fact that she married Miles Bletchley when she rather obviously 4 months pregnant.

Behind the bar, Romilda is beaming, casually waving her wand as she dries a glass so that Theo Nott's bar stool slides just a little closer to Cho Chang, both of whom are blushing rather furiously. Only one person, in fact, looks dismayed by this recent turn of events. Rather than radiating self-satisfaction and collecting his dues on another successful bet, Graham Montague looks rather flabbergasted. He opens and closes his mouth for a few seconds before taking a fortifying sip of his drink.

"I owe McGonagall ten Galleons," says Montague in astonishment.

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keijislove · 3 years

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Hello ! Could you do a harry × hufflepuff!reader with the promps 6 ans 14 ? Thank you !😊😊

A/N: Hi! Sorry if it’s a bit long... This was the first request I got off anon, lmao

ENJOY!!

Prompts used:

6. 'Don't make me hex you into the next year! ' 'I'd like to see you try.' 14. ‘My Ammortentia smells like you...’

Strawberries: Harry Potter X Hufflepuff!Reader

It was just another day in Slughorn’s Potions class, you stirring your cauldron while daydreaming.

‘Who do you think yours will smell like?’ asked Luna. ‘I feel mine is going to be a Crumple-Horned Snorcack.’

You stuffed your knuckles into your mouth to prevent yourself from giggling. ‘I, um, don’t know.’

‘What do you smell? I know it’s weird... for you, having a soulmate or whatever.’

See, that was one of the things you adored about Luna.

You couldn’t possibly keep a secret around her, somehow, she just knew. But it also allowed you to seek her consolation at times without having to embarrass yourself by telling her what it was.

Why?

Well, she was Luna Lovegood after all.

You were one of the best potion students, and were fairly good at all your other classes, Luna and Cho kept asking you why you weren’t a Ravenclaw.

You just hoped your Potion skills could help you find out who you were meant to be with...

You swallowed, snapping out of your daze. ‘Uhm, yeah, not sure. Hope it’s someone nice.’

‘That’s sweet.’ Luna remarked in her same, breathless voice.

You smiled.

‘Alright, now, time’s up.’ Slughorn clapped his hands together. ‘Who wants to share what their Ammortentia smells like? Miss Diggory?’

You cursed internally. ‘Yes, Professor.’

You took a sniff. ‘Sir, it’s, um, treacle tart, um.... pumpkin juice? Yes, and...’

You sniffed again.

‘... muddy grass?’ You spoke.

‘Very good, miss Diggory!’

‘What was it?’ Luna asked as you left. ‘The muddy grass?’

‘Can you stop doing that?’ you joked. ‘It’s freaky.’

‘Don’t change the subject Y/N.’

You sighed. ‘It smelled like, I dunno like quidditch robes or something. Maybe it’s a sporty guy.’ You mumbled.

You didn’t have to specify who, it was Luna.

‘How do you know what boys’ quidditch robes smell like?’ Luna questioned as you whacked her with your book.

-----------

You traced shapeless patterns on the grass, softly caressing your yellow scarf with your other hand.

It was a scarf you were very proud of.

Your brother had given it to you, and it was the last thing he ever did give you, to be completely honest...

Your tiny ‘revisit’ was interrupted by a sneer behind you.

‘Hey Diggory, who did your potion smell like?’ Malfoy asked in his horrible, drawling voice. ‘Longbottom?’

‘I seriously don’t understand what you’ve got against Neville.’ You spoke. ‘And no, if you must know. It smelt like someone else.’

‘Bet it was a grave.’ Malfoy sniggered. ‘Oh, where’s your brother?’

You tensed up immediately, but stroked your scarf to calm down.

‘Patience is one of the most important qualities a true Hufflepuff should possess,’ Cedric had told you. ‘And you, Y/N/N, are one of the best Hufflepuffs I know.’

‘Where is he?’ Malfoy continued.

‘Shut up.’ You spoke through gritted teeth.

‘It’d be nice if he’d passed some of his qualities onto you.’ Pansy lazily called. ‘At least he was good-looking. Look at you, bag of pickled toads.’

‘Shut up, prat.’ You warned.

‘Blimey Diggory... is your brother dead?’ Malfoy asked. ‘I didn’t even notice...’

That was the last straw.

‘

Oh, fuck patience.’ You muttered under your breath, lunging at him.

‘Argh!’ Malfoy groaned as you socked him square in the stomach. ‘Geroff me, you lunatic!’

‘What’s going on?’ Harry, Ron and Hermione had approached you.

Understanding the situation, Ron and Harry both seized either arm of yours while Hermione ripped Draco off of you before both of you could hex each other too badly.

‘Get-off-me!’ you snarled in Harry’s face.

‘No.’

‘GET-OFF-STUPID-PRAT-’ you struggled against his firm grasp. ‘IDIOT-CEDRIC-NOT-FUNNY-’

‘What exactly are you trying to say?’ Hermione asked, confused.

‘Shut up Granger, I don’t want to talk about this.’ You spat, snatching your bag up and ‘accidentally’ whacking Harry with it, before leaving.

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‘What happened?’ your friend, Hannah had asked when you had stormed into the common room.

‘Malfoy.’ You curtly answered. ‘And Potter.’

‘You know, I don’t see why you hate him so much.’ Ernie walked up.

‘Who doesn’t hate Malfoy?’

‘No, no, I meant Harry.’ He spoke.

You groaned.

This was a subject they’d brought up millions of times.

‘He is a prat, for one.’ You began. ‘He’s so bloody proud... all the teachers fawning over him, Slughorn calling him ‘special’, heck, even Snape would be happy now that he’s suddenly become excellent at Potions. I reckon he cheats off Granger.’

‘Nah, Hermione isn’t like that.’ Hannah said.

‘And he is thick-headed.’ You finished.

‘Oh, is that it?’ Ernie smirked. ‘You’re jealous of him?’

‘OI!’

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‘Good morning.’ Professor McGonagall crisply greeted. ‘In the five years you’ve been with me, you have learnt that Transfiguration is not a topic to be messed around with. And as you start your sixth year, I expect you all to behave more mature with this subject, especially you, Mr. Smith.’

Zacharias Smith scowled at her.

‘Now.’ She continued. ‘Who remembers what I had told you all at the beginning of your first year at Hogwarts? Miss Diggory?’

‘Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts,’ you recited, trying to imitate her voice. ‘Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned.’

The class howled with laughter.

‘Charming, Miss Diggory.’ Professor McGonagall sarcastically remarked, but you could’ve sworn you saw the corner of her lips twitch.

You grinned to yourself.

‘Now, as Miss Diggory said.’ She spoke. ‘There will be no messing around. I demand silence as I declare... the Gryffindors shall be joining us today.’

You knew by ‘silence’ she meant your groans.

You stuffed your handkerchief into your mouth before groaning quietly.

The red-scarved students made their way in.

McGonagall began assigning partners.

‘Weasley with Macmillan, Brown with Smith, Granger with Abbott and Potter... with Diggory.’

‘Not with him!’ you yelled at the same time as Harry yelled ‘Not with her!’

‘Yes, definitely together.’ The Professor mumbled.

You scoffed as Harry sat next to you, both of you glaring daggers at each other.

‘Look, I don’t want to fail this subject.’ You warned. ‘My career depends on it, so will you try to act civil?’

‘Yeah, I’ll try.’ Harry sneered. ‘Do you even have a career plan?’

‘For your information!’ you hotly began. ‘I do. I want to become an Auror.’

‘Auror?’ a small flicker of interest flashed in his eyes but vanished as you rolled your eyes and turned to your work.

Harry sniffled.

He paused, terror rising up inside him.

He croaked out. ‘Do you... can you smell strawberries? And vanilla?’

‘Oh.’ You frowned. ‘Um, yeah, the strawberries would be my shampoo and... the vanilla would be my lotion, why?’

‘No reason.’

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‘Oh, merlin’s arse.’ You muttered, trying to get past a horde of boys wanting to ask you to Slughorn’s Party.

You knew they didn’t like you; they just wanted an excuse to attend it.

‘FOR THE LAST TIME, SOD OFF!’ you yelled, shoving past.

They still followed you.

You ran to the library, where you met a certain Chosen One.

‘Don’t mind me.’ You huffed. ‘Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t tell them I’m here!’

Harry opened his mouth to say that it was alright, but stopped as a smirk settled on his face.

‘No.’

‘What?’ you asked. ‘Merlin’s arse, please! I told you, I’ll do anything!’

‘Anything?’ he cheekily asked.

‘Anything.’

‘Hmm... let’s see.’ Harry smirked further, thoroughly enjoying himself.

'Don't make me hex you into the next year!' you warned.

'I'd like to see you try.'

Brandishing your wand, you tried thinking of a jinx while Harry stood there with an amused expression on his face.

‘I’ll tell them you’re here.’ He said lazily.

‘Oh, alright!’ you snapped. ‘You win, I’ll give you whatever you want, now let me hide!’

‘Promise?’

‘Promise, MOVE!’

You dove behind a shelf and stayed.

Meanwhile, Harry was having the time of his life.

He wasn’t going to rat you out to those guys anyway, but there was something on his mind and he couldn’t pass up the perfect opportunity.

As a stampede of boys rushed over, Harry realised why you were so desperate to hide.

‘She’s not here.’ He coolly spoke. ‘Try the Hall.’

‘How should we know you’re not helping her hide?’ a Ravenclaw demanded.

‘Have you met me?’ Harry sarcastically said. ‘I don’t help my enemies.’

Yes, as lame as it had sounded, they seemed to buy it.

‘I don’t help my enemies?’ you questioned, climbing out of the shelf.

‘It... it sounded cooler in my head.’ Harry muttered.

You supressed a giggle. ‘Well, O’ Chosen One, what can I do for you?’

‘Er, about that.’ Harry began. ‘I wanna ask you something first?’

‘Yes?’

He smirked again. ‘Do you actually have a date?’

You covered your face and groaned. ‘No, they don’t even like me, they just want to get out of detention or come to the party, most of them.’

‘Mmhmm.’ Harry said distractedly.

‘Do you have a date?’ you shot back.

‘I will, by the end of this hour.’ Harry nonchalantly replied.

‘Whatever.’ You huffed. ‘What do you want.’

‘Be my date for Slughorn’s Party.’

If you had been drinking water, you were sure you would’ve spit it out.

You opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish.

‘What?!’ you finally sputtered.

‘Be my date for Slughorn’s Party.’ He repeated.

‘No.’ you stated. ‘No, no, no way, no.’

‘You promised!’

‘WHY DO YOU WANT TO TAKE ME?’ you yelled. ‘Take Ginny Weasley or Cho or something.’

‘But I want to take you.’ He said.

‘Why?!’

‘Our deal did not include so many questions.’ Harry cut off. ‘You’re coming, that’s final.’

‘Oh, well, fine!’ you snarled, stomping off.

Damn your loyal arse.

----------

‘I look ridiculous.’ You remarked, looking in the mirror.

‘Nonsense, you look amazing!’ Hannah squealed. ‘I’m so jealous, I wish I could go too.’

‘Yeah, yeah.’ You muttered.

You were wearing a(n) F/C dress, complete with your H/C hair falling elegantly onto your shoulders.

‘Oh, I forgot to ask.’ Hannah spoke, ‘Who’s your date?’

‘You do not want to know the answer to that question.’ You said. ‘Believe me.’

Hannah shrugged. ‘You look hot! Have fun!’

You walked in the direction of the Gryffindor common room, waiting for your ‘date’ to come along.

‘Hurry up, Potter.’ You muttered.

As if on cue, a voice sounded behind you.

‘Someone say my name, Diggory?’

There he stood, in all his glory, Harry Potter, the Boy With a Large Smirk Plastered Across His Face.

‘Can you not do that?’ you whined.

‘What?’

‘That weird face.’ You spoke. ‘It’s annoying.’

‘My apologies. Shall we, m’lady?’ he offered you his arm in mock-kindness.

‘Of course.’ You played along, taking it.

‘Where is this positive energy when you threaten to break my arms almost ten

times a day?’ he quizzed in amusement.

‘Shut up.’

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Boring.

That’s how you were feeling.

You desperately wished you hadn’t agreed to come to this stupid party.

Harry seemed to notice your gloomy mood.

‘What’s wrong?’ he whispered.

‘Look at this.’ You muttered in disgust. ‘Look at all of them, sapping over each other when they barely know the other.’

He laughed. ‘Wanna slip out?’

‘Where are we going to go?!’ you asked in exasperation.

‘I know somewhere.’

---------

‘The Astronomy Tower?’ you questioned.

‘I like coming here when I’m bored.’ Harry shrugged. ‘Looking at the stars calms me.’

You nodded, understanding.

‘Let’s... sit.’

You sat down as Harry copied you, settling down next to you.

‘This is nice.’ You remarked.

‘What is?’

‘Not having to fight with you.’ You explained as Harry laughed.

‘Maybe we just assume too much.’ He suggested, causing you to giggle.

It was a sound pleasant to Harry’s ears, and for some reason, he wanted to hear it again.

‘I never asked.’ He began. ‘And I’m sorry. How have you been, er, holding up?’

He didn’t need to explain, you understood.

‘I’m fine.’ You answered. ‘I do miss him, awfully so, but... nothing’s changed much.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean that it’s still the same.’ You explained. ‘Nobody comforts me. Nobody knows me as Y/N Diggory, my best friend or Y/N Diggory, the girl from Hufflepuff, none of that. I was always Y/N Diggory, Cedric Diggory’s stupid younger sister. And now I’m Y/N Diggory, the late Cedric Diggory’s mourning sister.’

‘Oh. That’s... well, at least you’ve got your parents.’ Harry mumbled.

You let out a mirthless laugh. ‘I’d trade places with you, then. See, it’s the same at home. I’m just... an extra waste of space. Even mum and dad preferred Cedric. I’m the useless one, you see. Next to their beautiful son Cedric, I was always second best. Y/N. Their second-born. The less talented one. The stupid one. The non-attractive one.’

Your voice cracked a bit at the end, but you composed yourself. ‘I’m being thick, you probably think I’m stupid.’

‘I don’t think you’re stupid.’ Harry muttered. ‘How come you never cry? Like Cho, I mean.’

‘Because I don’t want to appear weak for him.’ You sighed. ‘You see, as much everyone preferred Cedric over me, I still loved him. I loved him quite a lot, actually. He hated it when I cried. I remember once when we were young, Cedric fell out of a tree and hurt his leg so badly, I started crying because of how bad it looked. He didn’t have any of it. He always told me, ‘Whatever happens, Y/N/N, don’t cry. You’re strong. You’re tough. And I can’t bear seeing you in tears. If and when a day comes where you cry because of me, I swear I will never forgive myself.’ And there he was such an idiot. Put his name in the Goblet. Went along and got murdered by Voldemort, didn’t he?’

Harry didn’t speak, so you continued.

‘I just wonder.’ You whispered. ‘You know, if he’s watching us this very moment. Somewhere from up there.’

You gestured to the stars.

Your head was turned towards the sky, but Harry couldn’t stop staring at you.

‘And so I know.’ You said, ‘I know if I cry, he’s up there somewhere, feeling disappointed in me. I don’t need anymore of that. I’ve had enough of ‘Diggory’s sister Y/N’ and ‘The ugly one’ or ‘the useless one’ it’s maddening.’

‘I don’t think you’re useless.’ Harry whispered. ‘Nor ugly. And you always were Y/N Diggory to me.’

‘That’s a bit consoling.’ You mustered a weak smile. ‘Thanks.’

At that moment, a familiar smell made it’s way to your nose and you gasped.

‘Your hair.’ You shakily whispered. ‘It... it smells like fresh, muddy grass.’

‘Oh.’ Harry flushed. ‘Er, yeah, sorry, I had Quidditch earlier this evening.’

‘Oh my god.’ You muttered. ‘No way.’

‘What?’

‘If I tell you something, Potter.’ You began. ‘Don’t make fun of me.’

‘I would never.’

You swallowed. ‘I think...My Ammortentia smells like you...’

Harry didn’t speak.

‘Go ahead, laugh.’ You muttered, trying your best not to cry then and there. ‘Run away. Hex me or something.’

Harry couldn’t think straight.

Your delicious scent was ever-so inviting, the strawberries fresh in your newly shampooed hair.

His gaze kept unwillingly flickering to your soft-looking lips, covered in a light tint of cherry lip-gloss.

As the lips he was looking at pressed themselves into a think# line, his gaze shifted towards the rest of your face, and to his horror, you were crying.

‘No, no, no, no!’ he said quickly.

‘What?’ you hiccoughed a little, ‘Go ahead, call me names or just leave.’

‘No, Y/N!’ he pressed. ‘Don’t cry, no please. I didn’t mean... no, I was just thinking. I think my Ammortentia smelt like you too.’

You let out a tiny gasp.

Neither of you knew what you were doing, somehow, your lips had messily collided and were now moving in sync.

You brought out a hand and tangled it into Harry’s untameable hair as he softly caressed your cheek.

Both of you parted, lips swollen, gasping for breath.

‘Well...’ he began. ‘That was unexpected.’

#harry potter #harry potter x you #harry potter x reader #imagine

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theoisnotty · 3 years

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Theo Nott x Hufflepuff!Pureblood!Reader

900+ words

It had been years since our graduation from Hogwarts, six to be exact. I tried my hardest to keep in touch with my friends, Hannah, Zacharias and Ernie. Especially my Slytherin friends, Daphne, Astoria and Pansy. I had known them through family galas, though we grew apart as school took over our days as children. I had kept up enough to know Hannah was happily engaged to Neville Longbottom, Ernie had ended up with Susan Bones, and there were heavy rumours of Astoria dating Malfoy. Malfoy and Zabini were no friends of mine. Before age eleven we were all a friend group, Malfoy, Zabini, the Greengrass girls, Pansy, Theo and I. After I was sorted into a house of the loyal, only the girls stuck with me. Malfoy and Zabini did a bang up job of sneering at me throughout the years, occasionally uttering the ultimate insult, “Blood traitor!”. This had led me to easily befriend other “blood traitors” like Ernie and Ron Weasley. As far as they are concerned, they’ve been cut out of life since the day they disowned me… As tough as it has been to leave them in the past.

There is one specific Slytherin that I am completely up to date with, Theo Nott. Pureblood customs had us arranged to marry at age thirteen. We have met up every Sunday since we were eight to stay up-to-date with one another. I was quite fond of him growing up. My Teddy. He always had some protective claim towards me and even defended me against Zabini and Malfoy, no matter how close of mates they became. That was until I turned eleven and he too labelled me as a blood traitor. Our Sundays grew more and more tense as time went on, even to a point where neither of us spoke at all. Now, at age twenty-four we are still intended to marry and proceed with our set up “dates”, arranged by our parents. An unbreakable vow was made for us as babies, that of the age thirteen we would be forever bound, and married by twenty-five. As thirteen-year-olds this was very embarrassing. It was the latest “hot gossip” in the English pureblood community. It definitely worsened the harassment by Malfoy and Zabini, the other Slytherin boys were considering this to be a stain on Theo’s reputation. Daphne and Pansy, both in my year, were the only Slytherin sympathizers, besides Astoria who was a year younger.

“And I’m supposed to end up with one of those pompous assholes too!” cried Daphne, clearly in a state of distress and empathy for me.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N, they can be so rotten…” Pansy had trailed off. It was well-known she had a crush on Malfoy, yet she was still offended on my behalf.

Today I owled Daphne and Pansy to come meet at my manor via Floo to discuss tomorrow. Tomorrow was the day rumored to be the day my parents and I were to be scrutinized by Theo’s parents. It was my final examination before Theo would receive a formal blessing to propose. I had a list of tasks to complete in the Nott manor, and he would complete his own list in my manor. This is a very strict and formal tradition. The lists of tasks are provided by the future spouse and their parents and friends and extended family were always invited. I was almost certain I would make a fool of myself, dooming my marriage. All I’ve ever come to know about life beyond Hogwarts was pureblood tradition. I was ashamed and embarrassed and ever-so reluctantly owled my two closest friends their invitations. Of course they showed up not too long after. Daphne first, Pansy right on her heels.

“It feels so soon for it to be just around the corner. I was expecting this, though. Typical of you both to arrange last minute invites.” Daphne thought out loud.

“This isn’t an ideal situation to begin with for any of us. I’m sorry for such short notice.” I hung my head in shame. “I thought we could talk about potential items on the list to prepare a bit. My mother did this with her friends, albeit, a lot more willingly, before completing my father’s list. Do either of you have any ideas about tasks he might be interested in?”

“Judging by his days at Hogwarts, I’d say he appreciates the glamorous type.” Pansy added. She had been working as a stylist at a Parisian wizarding fashion house for the last three years.

Besides doing my makeup, I never really considered myself the most glamorous. The three of us looked over our mothers’ lists of tasks to gain some sort of understanding. Tasks included “Cook a meal for myself and our future children”, “change a diaper”, “demonstrate a hidden talent”, “recite poetry of your choice”, “sing a song of your choice”, “prepare a cup of tea”, the lists went on.

“What happens to be on your list?”

“My parents came up with most of it, honestly.” I deadpanned. I start to read off the tasks I would ask of Theo. “Demonstrate a quick protection spell, prepare your favourite dish, come up with a list of things to do with our future children on a rainy day, express a topic that you’re passionate about and discuss your stance on it, ride a horse, bathe a cat, play Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy on piano-”

“My future partner might ask for a recital of our old piano lessons!”, cried Daphne. I cringed at this, feeling sorry for the expectation.

“In my defence, my parents came up with all of the tasks besides bringing all of his old quidditch jerseys as an engagement gift. I just didn’t get to that part yet.”

My first one-shot! Should it become a series? I would love for feedback! Even of no one likes it, I might write a part two anyway lol

#theodore nott x reader #theo nott #harry potter #slytherin #draco malfoy #astoria greengrass #daphne greengrass #pansy parkinson #ron weasley #one shot #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #drabble #Theodore nott #draco

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olivieblake · 7 years

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The Faith in the Horizon [ AO3 ] | [ ff.net ]

Hardly any time had passed before the night girl came to love the day best, because it was the crown of the day boy, and he more exalted than the moon; and the day boy came to love the night best, because it had borne the night girl, and she more brilliant than the sun.

"But perhaps," the night girl said to the day boy, "in love, shall we not come to find a day as much greater than this one as your day is greater than my night?"

And the day boy, who had learned faith in the horizon, promised her this:

"Let sun, or moon, or monsters come; for always, we will rise."

And with that, a happy ending to our tale.

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lucky-peoqle · 4 years

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unwanted guests | d.m.

pairings: draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader, somewhat platonic!weasley twins (fred is pretty flirty😁)x hufflepuff!reader, platonic!cedric diggory x reader, and platonic!zacharias smith x reader.

summary: y/n the hufflepuff american student promised her housemates, cedric and zacharias, that she would watch them practice for their next match, she was accompanied by the infamous gryffindors, the weasley twins. as watching her house, she starts hearing whooping and hollering, she soon gets annoyed with the group of slytherins and confronts them.

warnings: some swearing, blood, pansy bodyshames reader

a/n: hello, ive bee super busy with school !! im currently obsessed with hp again :) hope u all enjoy this,, its a bit longer than usual. this is set during goblet of fire !! :) very unedited and kinda rushed :/ sorry

the temperature was pretty cold on this particular fall day, as the y/h/c hufflepuff sat outside, writing in a journal she kept, looking up to answer her housemate and one of her best friend, cedric diggory's questions.

"so, will you come? zacharias thought it would be a good idea," he said, motioning to the blonde hufflepuff boy who was watching from afar.

"hm? oh, uh, sure! if it makes you two happy," she looked up from her journal, smiling at the brunette, then the blonde.

"great! i'll tell him when we get to lunch."

and with that, the bell rang, making the other people outside with you get up and head inside to the great hall.

the two of you got up, and started making your way to the great hall, colored robes passing you by. "did you ever open up the golden dragon egg?" you said, looking up at him.

"yeah! that reminds me, i have to tell harry about that. thanks," he smiled.

you smiled back, "potter? you're telling him how to open it?"

"why not, y'know. it's the least i could do," he shrugged.

"that's so sweet! i'm glad you two are getting along."

by now you were in the great hall, walking past the gryffindor table to your table, making eye contact with the golden trio and weasley twins as you passed by with your best friend.

you were in the same year as the golden trio, meeting them the first day on the train, them finding you american accent amusing, but they got use to it pretty fast. then they introduced you to ron's twin brothers, fred and george, they were drawn to you instantly, poking fun of your accent from time to time.

last but not least, you met cedric. you met cedric in the common room your second day of hogwarts. you had drifted to sleep, one of you housemates cats curled on your lap, and cedric had woken you, helping you back to bed. ever since then you had been best friends ever since.

you took your sear next to cedric, zacharias smith, another close friend of yours, sat across from the two of you.

"zach! good news, y/n is coming to watch us practice tomorrow," the brunette smiled brightly.

"great! i can't wait to show off to you, maybe it'll make you fall for me instead of that weasley twin," he said jokingly.

"who? fred?" she chuckled, "zach, you're kidding right? freddies just a friend. sure we flirt, but that's what friends do, right?"

"you have a weird interpretation of friendship y/n/n," zach stifled a laugh.

you rolled your eyes, turning your head towards cedric, who was looking at the ravenclaw table, that was standing next to your table. you followed his eyesight that was met with cho chang.

"ced is making googly eyes at his girlfriend again," you laugh, making him turn his attention to you.

"so what? don't act like i didn't see you smiling at fred weasley."

"i smiled at all of them! fred and i don't have feelings for each other," she huffed.

"suree," zacharias said in a sing song voice.

you shook your head, poking your food around your plate, looking across the ravenclaw table to the slytherin table. you saw draco malfoy joking with his friends, his cold grey eyes drifting to meet your warm y/e/c ones. his eyes grew colder once they finally met yours. you softly smiled at him and his eyes grew softer, and he quickly turned his attention back to his group of friends.

'huh, weird,' you thought, turning your attention back to cedric and zacharias.

the day quickly passed, ending like it always does. going into the hufflepuff common room, it being filled with muggle and non-muggle type plants, the warm fireplace going. you made your way up to your dorm you shared with hannah abbott. changing out of your robs and falling asleep quickly.

you woke up, the warm fall sun peeking through the window of your dorm. you looked over at hannah, who had been awake but reading, it was still a bit early so breakfast wouldn't be ready yet. it was saturday after all, so no need to worry about classes.

"morning," you mumbled tiredly to hannah.

"good morning!" she put her book down, "i came back late last night from study with ernie and you were out like a light!"

"yeah, last night was kinda of tiring," you chuckled, sitting up, "why are you up so early anyway?"

"i thought we could go down to the great hall together, we've been so busy and rarely get to talk, why not catch up on our way down there yeah?"

"sure! that sounds lovely," you smile, getting up from your bed.

the two of you got ready for the day, putting on your hufflepuff robes, and made your way down to the common room. only a few people were sat in the common room, a few waving and bidding you good morning as you passed by.

you two walked out of the common room and head up to the great hall. "so how have you been?" hannah asked beside you.

"i've been well! busy with getting cedric through the tournament, y'know..."

"yeah, that must be though."

"it isn't actually! im extremely proud of him, i know he'll win this."

"i really hope he does! finally a hufflepuff getting the recognition they deserve," hannah smiled.

"newt scamander is pretty cool," you smiled, "i take great pride in being as the same house as him."

hannah shrugged, "yeah, very interesting man, he is. isn't loony lovegood related to him?"

"don't call her that, she's very nice. but, i believe so, in some way."

by now, you're in the great hall, making your to your table. you continue to chat till hannah departs from you to sit with susan bones and leanne, who were chatting amongst themselves.

you quickly find cedric, who was chatting with justin finch-fletchley. you sat next to him and started putting food on your plate. he heard you and turned your attention on you.

"good morning y/n/n," he smiled brightly.

"good morning ced, how're you?"

"great! excited for practice today."

you two chatted for the rest of breakfast, by the end of it, you were stuffed. you looked at the slytherin table, remembering the look draco malfoy gave you. you spotted him, he was talking to crabbe, goyle, and pansy, laughing, smiling, he looked happy.

draco turned his head to answer someone's question, while doing so, he caught you staring. you blushed brightly, hesitating before giving you a smile. he returned the gesture with one of his iconic smug smirks.

you looked away, turning your attention to cedric, "practice starts soon, i should get ready. see you out there?"

you nodded with a smile, and he smiled back, getting up and leaving the great hall.

you got up after a bit of thinking, and made your way to your common room to grab your journal and scarf, since it would be chilly out.

once you did so, you made your way back up the stairs, going through corridor to corridor.

you were walking in peaceful silence, until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, and lift you up, spinning you around.

you let out a laugh as the two head headed boys laughed loudly, "fred weasley! put me down!"

"what's the magic word?"

"please!"

"no, but close enough," he said, dropping you, making you land on your butt.

"ouch! fred! george! what were you thinking?"

"we weren't! so what are you up to?" george chuckled.

"i'm going to watch cedric and zacharias practice," you smile, "wanna come? i wouldn't mind the company."

"sure!" the boys said together.

you're little group of three walked to the quidditch posts, your yellow and black scarf clashing with their red and yellow ones. fred had thrown an arm around you shoulder.

you sat down in the middle of the twins, fred's arm sitting around you. you were right, it was chilly, but it was nice. this was your favorite time of year.

you watched as cedric and zacharias flew around, catching the ball or passing it to another teammate. zacharias caught sight of you, and winked, motioning to the arm around your shoulder. you just stuck your tounge out in response.

the time you spent was fun, until a certain group of slytherins decided to crash the practice. you rolled your eyes as the began to yell and laugh at them, distracting the players.

"ignore them," george said, "they have no brains, nor can they play fair."

you chuckled at that, "you're right on that one."

the four slytherins were still yelling, it was very annoying. fred and george reassuring you to leave them alone and they'll get bored and leave soon.

you kept your temper, watching your house practice. it was going fine, until draco yelled something towards cedric that made your best friend look at him, the ball hitting him right in the face, knocking cedric off his broom.

you gasp as you got up quickly, looking over the railing, watching cedric get up from his spot on the ground, wiping his now bloodied nose.

you turn to malfoy, who was staring in disbelief, but always laughing. pansy parkinson was shrieking out laughter, it hurt your ears. you walk up to the four, george and fred calling out to you to stop.

"hey!"

the four turned towards you, laughing still.

"what do you want, l/n?" draco asked.

"you ass! cedric could have gotten hurt! he's never done anything to you! you distracted him on purpose so that you wouldn't have to face loosing to him in our next quidditch match against slytherin!"

"and so what? it's not like you can stop us from coming up here during their practice," pansy laughed. "you're just a pathetic little hufflepuff, well i wouldn't say little... your robes make you look fat."

you took a step back, you had always been insecure about your weight and body image. you began to tear up. george and fred too far away to hear what was going on. you opened your mouth to defend yourself, but nothing came out except a small squeak.

pansy, crabbe, and goyle all let out shrieks of laughter. you couldn't let them see you cry, so you ran. you heard shouting behind you. draco yelling something, and the twins shouting after you, following you.

you had lost them though, finding yourself in moaning myrtles bathroom. you said down the wall, letting out sob after sob. you sat there crying for a while, until you heard someone come in.

"leave me alone, you're unwanted here." you choke out, looking away from them.

"sorry about what pansy said back there, i told her since the start of third year, you were off limits."

you turn around, seeing the platinum blonde slytherin. "off limits?"

"from us bullying you, she's been jealous of you since."

"jealous? of me? what are you talking about?"

draco took a seat next to you, "i've fancied you for a while, just never had the courage to tell you. i thought you liked one of the weasley twins honestly."

you shook you head, "or were you just too ashamed to tell me since im a pathetic hufflepuff?" you sniffed.

"what? no, no! that's not it, i was just scared. I didn't want to be rejected, i guess."

"the thing back there with cedric, you're an ass for that."

"i know, i didn't mean for him to get knocked off his broom, i deserved to get yelled at."

you sat in comfortable silence for a while, not knowing what to say. pansy's words making their way back into your thoughts.

"pansy was right."

draco laughed, "about?"

"me being fat, my robes look horrible on me."

"don't say that! y/n, you're on of the most beautiful people i've ever seen walk this earth," draco said looking over at you.

"why the sudden urge to tell me about your feelings?"

"because it felt right... like yesterday and this morning, you smiled at me and it felt like it was time," he sighed.

you smiled over at him, and grabbed his hand. he intertwined your fingers and smiled back. he began to lean in, until his lips met yours, fireworks going off. you pulled away, your face bright read.

"who would of thought, me, draco malfoy, slytherin prince, dating a hufflepuff..."

"the world works in crazy ways," you smile, "i'm glad you came looking for me."

"so am i, y/n, so am i."

end.

#draco malfoy x reader #draco fanfiction #draco imagine #draco malfoy #fred wealsey #george wealsey x reader #fred weasley x reader #draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader #weasley twins #george weasley #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter imagines #cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #harry potter x reader #draco malfoy imagine #weasley twins x hufflepuff!reader #fred weasley x hufflepuff!reader

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The Maroon Jumper | 4

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: It’s their sixth year, Draco and the reader are placed in an arranged marriage by their pureblood families, expected to follow through they navigate their feelings for each other amongst the many other social pressures at Hogwarts.

Warnings: the reader not eating due to stress/events (please eat I love you all :), Nightmares, cursing, people being general assholes

Word Count: 7.6k

A/N: I have to note that this includes direct quotes from Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince by J.K R*wling so the ending includes a citation just so I cover my own ass :) This is only for fun and fictional purposes not anything else!

If Draco had been bothered by what he or you smelled in the Amortenia, he only made it known to you at that moment after class. As the next day, you were back to breakfast with him and his posse as usual. He was starting to act normal, well, normal for this year, which was still odd. Honestly, thinking about it too much hurt your head. Your only real respite was Hermione. Harry, of course, had apologized and made up with you; not only was it November and quidditch was taking up plenty of his time, but Harry was ripe with theories that Draco was a Death Eater. While you knew the possibility was there, it wasn’t something you were willing to think about right now. As for quidditch practice, neither you nor Hermione minded much, you even often attended practices for the opportunity at getting some fresh air. But even with everything going on the year moved forward, and you were being pulled along.

The morning of the Gryffindor/Slytherin quidditch game, you elected to eat breakfast with your friends, which was proving to be a rare occurrence this year. Of course, this choice, as well as the gold and red jumper and makeup you had donned in brazen support of your house, earned you nasty looks from Blaise and Pansy, along with the loud boos and chants from the Slytherin table when you walked, but you elected to ignore them, your excitement for today’s match outweighing any jeers your rival house could throw your way.

The Gryffindor table, a solid mass of red and gold, cheered as Harry, Ron, and Ginny approached. Harry and Ginny grinned and waved while Ron grimaced weakly and shook his head. You and Hermione followed shortly behind.

“Cheer up, Ron!” you heard Lavender call. “I know you’ll be brilliant!”

Hermione rolled your eyes, and you giggled at Brown’s idiotic flirting, but Ron just ignored her, instead, wallowing in self-pity.

“Tea?” Harry asked Ron. “Coffee? Pumpkin juice?”

“Anything,” said Ron.

“How are you both feeling?” Hermione asked, trying to break through the awkward air.

“Fine,” said Harry, who was nearly ignoring Hermione and concentrating on handing Ron a glass of pumpkin juice. “There you go, Ron. Drink up.”

As Ron began to drink, Hermione interrupted, “Don’t drink that, Ron!”

“Why not?” asked Ron.

Hermione was now staring at Harry, “You just put something in that drink.”

“Excuse me?” said Harry.

“You heard me. I saw you. You just tipped something into Ron’s drink. You’ve got the bottle in your hand right now!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Harry, stowing the little bottle hastily in his pocket, it clearly being the bottle of Felix Felicis he had won in potions class earlier in the term.

“Ron, I warn you, don’t drink it!”

Ron picked up the glass, drained it in one gulp, and said, “Stop bossing me around, Hermione.”

You scoffed at his attitude, and Hermione cut you off before you could say anything.

“You should be expelled for that. I’d never have believed it of you, Harry!” She said, her tone lower so only you five could hear her.

“Look who’s talking,” he whispered back. “Confunded anyone lately?”

You all watched as she stormed up the table away from them.

“I should probably go after her,” you said. “Good luck today guys, and just in case you didn’t already know Harry, Malfoy isn’t playing today, something about being sick which is bogus,” you said, your voice dropping into the same hushed tone as Hermione’s had been.

“See you after the game?” Harry asked, and you nodded.

“Of course,” you responded. “You’d better win.” With that, you left, following the route Hermione had taken.

It didn’t take you long to find her as she hadn’t gone very far. She was near the courtyard, hiding underneath a large stone staircase.

“Hermione,” you said, pleading with her to forget the events that had just transpired and accompany you to the match. “Please.”

“Fine, but for you and Ginny, not the boys,” the two of you knew each other probably a little too well at this point.

“I love you, you know that?” You asked, a smile breaking onto your face.

“You’d better,” she said grumpily as she took your arm and began the walk to the quidditch pitch.

You and Hermione sat next to Luna, who had thankfully saved you fantastic seats despite neither of you asking, and luckily you had arrived just as both teams were rising into the air. You adored the sport of quidditch, but you loved cheering on your friends even more. The matches were one of your favourite things about school, and it was a relief to finally take your mind off everything else and simply enjoy something.

“Well, there they go, and I think we’re all surprised to see the team that Potter’s put together this year. Many thought, given Ronald Weasley’s patchy performance as Keeper last year, that he might be off the team, but of course, close personal friendship with the Captain does help,” you heard Zacharias Smith, who played for Hufflepuff, cut through the roar Luna’s lion hat and you rolled your eyes.

“What an arse,” you said, and Hermione chuckled, her mood lightening.

With half an hour of the game past, Gryffindor was leading sixty points to zero, Ron and Ginny’s performance had gotten Zacharias off their case, instead, picking on Peakes and Coote instead.

“Of course, Coote isn’t really the usual build for a Beater,” said Zacharias loftily, “they’ve generally got a bit more muscle —”

“Hit a Bludger at him!” you heard Harry call to Coote as he zoomed past.

But Coote, grinning broadly, chose to aim the next Bludger at Harper instead, who was just passing Harry in the opposite direction. You cheered when the bludger found its target, and you saw Smith’s face go white with fear. You continued to watch as Harry and Harper chased down the snitch. They were far enough away from where you were sitting that you had a hard time seeing what was going on. It wasn’t until Harry started flying back down to the ground with his hand high above his head and his fist clenched that you and the rest of your house realize that he had caught the snitch, and Gryffindor had won. You, Luna, and Hermione shouted so loudly that you didn’t even hear the whistle that indicated the end of the game.

Hermione tugged on your sweater to get your attention, “C’mon, I want to go talk to the boys.”

“Luna! We’re gonna go find Harry and Ron, see you later!” You shouted so your friend could hear you, and she nodded and smiled in response.

Once you and Hermione made it to the changing rooms, the rest of the team had gone. It looked like both of the boys were just getting ready to leave themselves. It had taken you a while to fight through the crowds of angry Slytherins and elated Gryffindors to get there.

“I want a word with you, Harry.” Hermione took a deep breath. “You shouldn’t have done it. You heard Slughorn, it's illegal.”

“What are you going to do, turn us in?” Ron asked, immediately taking the offence.

“What are you two talking about?” asked Harry, he had turned his back on all of you as he hung up his robes.

“Harry we saw you put the Felix Felicis in Ron’s drink this morning,” you said.

“No, I didn’t,” said Harry turning back around, a sly smile on his face, and you started to catch on while Ron and Hermione still hadn’t gotten it.

“Yes you did, Harry, and that’s why everything went right, Slytherin players were missing, and Ron saved everything!” Hermione said, her volume low in fear someone was listening in to what she was saying.

“I didn’t put it in!” Harry, as he pulled out the tiny sealed bottle full of golden liquid. “I wanted Ron to think I’d done it, so I faked it when I knew you were all looking.” He turned to Ron. “You saved everything because you felt lucky. You did it all yourself.”

Ron and Hermione’s reactions caused Harry to chuckle, and you to smile.

“There really wasn’t anything in my pumpkin juice?” Ron asked, and Harry shook his head. After wrapping his head around it all, he turned on Hermione, his voice raised in an attempt to mimic her voice. “You added Felix Felicis to Ron’s juice this morning, that’s why he saved everything!’ See! I can save goals without help, Hermione!”

“I never said you couldn’t — Ron, you thought you’d been given it too!” said Hermione, clearly offended by Ron’s rude imitation.

“Ron, really, she was just looking out,” you said, taking Hermione’s side as you so often did.

But Ron just picked up his things and pushed his way through both and shoved open the door, rudely rushing out.

You turned around sharply, angry at his sudden attitude. “There’s no reason to be a prick to your friends Ronald,” you shouted through the open door, but he continued to walk away, prompting you to roll your eyes.

“Er. Shall, shall we go up to the party, then?” Harry asked, unsure of what else he could say as he realized that his plan had backfired in a way he hadn’t expected.

“Yeah, it’ll be a perfect excused for me to knock some sense into that prick.”

“You go! I’m sick of Ron at the moment. I don’t know what I’m supposed to have done,” you and Hermione spoke at the same time.

However, Hermione caught on faster than you could, “You two go.”

You gave her a questionable look.

“Seriously, go. It’ll feel good to know someone’s telling him off,” she said, her tone even but her eyes starting to well up, but before either of you could say anything, she swiftly exited the changing room choosing a different route than the one Ron had taken.

“Well congrats on a good game Harry,” you said and sighed, causing Harry to chuckle awkwardly in an attempt to release some of the tension that had built in the last couple of minutes.

“She doesn’t realize Ron is miffed at her because she went to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum, does she?” He asked.

“And he doesn’t realize she’s pissed at him because he won’t stop being a prick and just ask her out, does he?”

“Touché,” Harry said, and you smiled.

“I’ve missed you, Potter,” and with that, you both slowly walked back up to the castle, many congratulating him as you walked by, and some Slytherin’s giving you questioning or nasty looks, some a combination of both, and you weren’t sure if it was because you were with Potter or because Gryffindor had beaten Slytherin, or if because you were with the Captain of the quidditch team who had just beaten their own team. You didn’t even consider the fact that it could be because you were with the guy your ‘boyfriend’ hated the most.

The Gryffindor celebration party was in full swing when you arrived causing the Common Room to be packed to the brim, not allowing you or Harry to see if Hermione had ended up here. It didn’t help that the second you entered, Harry was swamped by an assortment of girls as well as the Creevy brothers. Despite having to split up, you found Harry again along with Ginny at the drink table, and just as you arrived, you saw Hermione run out of the common room.

“Harry!” You said, just loud enough for him and Ginny to hear. “I think you should go after her. She may be sick of Ginny and my’s advice at this point.”

He nodded in agreement and rushed off after her.

“Yeah, which is to forget the prick,” Ginny said, and both of you giggled.

“So Ginny, how are things going between you and Luna?”

After that night, things were tense. You had quickly taken Hermione’s side and was ignoring Ron. On the other hand, Harry was determined to split his time between the two, so you were still seeing very little of him.

Not a week later you were visited by your family owl for the second time this year. This time the owl dropped the letter between you and Draco. You were again thankful to notice that the envelope shined silver and not red.

“Shit,” you said when it dropped, clearly disturbed by the presence of the letter.

“Well that looks exciting,” Draco said, pushing the letter towards you, and you rolled your eyes.

“You can’t make me read it,” you whined, and Draco cracked a small smile.

“It can’t be that bad love,” he said.

You gave him a look, no letter from your parents could ever be less than bad. Nevertheless, you delicately peeled open the envelope and extracted the heavy parchment that awaited you.

‘Y/n,

I have been informed that you have started spending time with Draco since my last letter, and I am glad to hear that after six years at that school, you have finally found some suitable company and are no longer choosing to poison your time by spending it with mudbloods.

Now, as you know, I have arranged plans with Narcissa for your Winter Holiday. You and Draco shall be travelling from Hogwarts directly to Malfoy Manor. Since you will be meeting his parents before you see your father and I, I demand that you look presentable, and remember the manners I’ve taught you. Your father and I will meet you at Malfoy Manor the night you return from school for dinner. As you will be staying with the Malfoy’s for the entirety of the holiday and not be returning home, I will pack and send the clothing I find suitable for you to wear throughout this visit. I do not find it necessary for myself to be involved in the wedding planning; therefore, I am leaving it up to Narcissa, who has said that she will take the time with you to plan. Your father and I will occasionally be visiting, but I expect for you to be on your best behaviour while we are not there.

You know the consequences should you decide to not take this seriously.

Signed,

Layah Y/l/n.’

When you finished reading all you could do was sigh. Not that you didn’t expect it, but seeing the words on paper in your mothers script felt like a knife to the gut. You handed Draco the letter for him to read, you couldn't not bring yourself to speak, and you were unaware whether he had been made known of these plans or not.

He read the letter rather quickly then tucked it back into its silver envelope and handed it back to you. “Well then,” he said.

“Aren’t they just so much fun?” You asked as you tucked the letter into your bag, fake enthusiasm and sarcasm lacing your voice.

Your joke caused another small smile to rise to Draco’s lips. “I am very excited to meet them again,” his statement reeking of sarcasm.

“I promise it will be the time of your life,” you said and he shook his head, ridding himself of the laugh that was rising in his chest.

“Meet me at the library this evening after class?” His tone made the sentence sound like a question, but you knew it was a statement, although you didn’t mind much, so you nodded in response. You appreciated the somewhat friendly banter that had finally blossomed between you.

You walked to your first class with Draco and Blaise, only changing ways once you had Divination. You were the only sixth year in the class, which didn’t surprise you, your peers all hated the course and had been excited to drop it this year, but you were a natural and found the class to be quite peaceful. Your classes went on naturally, which was pleasant as you had plenty on your mind with your mother’s letter. You were out of class and in the library by 5:15. You found Draco in the large leather armchairs he had chosen to use during your first study session, and that had become a bit of a tradition at this point.

“Evening, Draco,” you said civilly as you sat in the chair across from him and began pulling some books out of your bag.

“I’m just curious when you were planning on asking your boyfriend to Slughorn’s Christmas party?” Draco asked, not even looking up from his book.

You looked up. The event had honestly barely even cross your mind since you had received your invitation. “Oh, yes, Draco, would you mind accompanying-”

“Yes,” he said, curtly cutting you off.

“Draco, there is no need to be an arse about it, alright? I'm sorry for not asking sooner,” you bit back at him.

“I just don’t know why he doesn’t bloody invite me to those dinners. I’m a Malfoy for Salazar’s sake,” you weren't sure that was the real reason, but you knew that he wouldn't tell you either way.

You shook your head. “Well, I’m not the person to take your frustration out on,” you said. “I’m sorry for not asking you, but it wasn’t intentional.”

“Surprised you didn’t ask Potter,” he said under his breath.

“I’m sorry?” You asked, the volume of your voice rising. You had heard what he said but you wanted to give him the chance to redeem himself.

“I said I’ll pick you up at eight,” he hissed, his nose wrinkled in disgust.

“What got your knickers in a twist?” you muttered.

“Pardon me?” he questioned.

“Nothing, darling,” you said, giving him a sickly sweet smile before opening up your book. What is it with this boy and his bloody mood swings? The study session went on in the same hostile tone, and every time you spoke to each other, it was in an attempt to piss off the other. You made snide remarks about him and he would bite back with rude remarks about your choice in company. Draco walked you to the Great Hall, keeping your hand in a tight grip the entire time, but when you arrived, standing in the doorway, you ripped your hand out of his and left him to go sit with Harry, and Hermione, keeping eye contact with him until you sat down. A scowl resting on your face once you broke the eye contact to turn to your friends who were absolutely silent having observed you since your grand entrance.

“What was that about?” Harry asked. Not only did he witness your little stint with Malfoy, but he could feel your icy demeanour from the second you stepped into the Hall.

“Do I need a reason?” your attitude was still sour. “It’s Malfoy.”

“What did he do this time?” Hermione asked.

“What didn’t the fucker do?” you asked as you violently added food to your plate.

“Hello everyone,” it was Draco behind you, his tone starkly sweet compared to how it had been in the library. “Mind if I sit?”

You refused to turn around and give him the time of day, but the entirety of your house had dropped their forks, forgotten about their food, and were staring at the platinum blonde as he squeezed onto the bench in-between you and Hermione.

“Yes,” you said, keeping your eyes on Harry who was across from you. “We do mind. Anyways, why aren’t you sitting at your table with your minions?”

“I thought it’d be pleasant for me to get to know your friends, love,” he said. It was a load of bullshit, of course, you just didn’t know why he wanted to fuck with you so badly tonight.

“Malfoy-” Harry started.

“Hey, everyone! Woah-” Ginny said as she approached the four of you. “Is that Malfoy?” she asked Harry as if the boy before her was a fake.

“Yes, he’s really here,” you said. “You know what Gin? Go ahead and pinch him just to be sure.”

Draco started picking food off of your plate, food that you had elected to ignore. “I don’t think that’s how that works darling,” he said nonchalantly prompting you to scoff.

“What is this about?” Hermione asked him.

“Can’t I eat dinner with my girlfriend and her friends?” He asked, smiling at her, which you thought was the first time you had ever seen that.

Nearly every student at Hogwarts was staring at you now, no one could believe the events that were transpiring right before their eyes. Even some of the professors were staring, although mainly Slughorn and Dumbledore were engaged in the drama transpiring.

You, Hermione, Ginny, and Harry all exchanged looks, eventually silently figuring out that he would not be leaving anytime soon. And, the silence that filled the Hall as you deliberated was deafening.

“So what are your plans for the holiday?” Hermione finally asked, her words seeming to echo around the near quiet room, but she was sick of the silence.

“I’m surprised she hasn’t told you yet,” Draco responded as he started eating grapes off of Ginny’s plate.

Ginny pulled her plate out of Draco’s reach. “It’s not like you give her much time to talk to us.”

“Oh, I’m sorry about that we’ve just got lots of planning to do,” he said as he put his hand over your left.

Harry scoffed and shook his head at the ridiculous nature of Draco’s tone.

“What’s the matter, Potter?” He asked. “Mad that I ended up with the girl you like to snog at parties?”

You almost choked when the words came out of his mouth, while Hermione and Ginny both turned to look at you, eyes wide as they processed the information Draco threw out onto the table

“I’m sorry Malfoy,” Harry said through clenched teeth. “I think you were just drunk and seeing things.”

“To my recollection, you two were the drunk ones. Very, very drunk. Anyways I’m sure you’ve done it both drunk and sober, what with the way she wears your sweaters and cheers you on at Quidditch games.”

“Quidditch games you’re to chicken to play at because you know I’ll beat you?”

“Gentlemen!” when you heard McGonagall’s voice, you sighed in relief. “Mr Malfoy, Professor Snape is requesting your presence, he’d like to speak with you regarding your prefect duty tonight.”

Draco released his tight grip on your hand and gave everyone the fakest smile you’d ever seen. “It was a pleasure eating dinner with you all, really it was quite amusing. We should do this again some time,” he said, then swung his legs back over the bench, and swiftly departed.

“Everyone, go back to your dinners, gawking is rude,” said McGonagall loudly, then returned to her seat at the top of the hall.

“I’m going to bed,” you said and rose departing the hall, not having touched your food.

You exited the Hall quickly, viciously aware of all of the eyes following you out. You couldn’t help but imagine the rumours that would be flying around the school tomorrow, but you did your best to push them out of your head. You tore into your common room, halfway between your exit from the Great Hall and your walk to your dorm you had started crying, and the last thing you wanted was for someone to see you cry. Clearly, sometime between breakfast and 5:15pm, someone had told Draco Malfoy that you and Harry had been sneaking around behind his back which just wasn’t true. And what was even more clear that Draco was livid about it, and you weren’t sure if he would listen to your excuses this time. You weren’t sure how long but at some point after you found your bed Hermione and Ginny entered your dorm.

“Y/n?” Hermione asked softly when she saw you lying on your bed, your face buried in a pillow.

“I’m sorry-”

“For what? Not telling us that you occasionally snog Harry?” Ginny asked. “Who cares, I mean it's in the past, and I think we’re both more curious how that came about, we’re not pissed at you.”

“Still,” you said as you dragged yourself up into a sitting position, your face streaked in mascara and tears. “I should’ve told you I don’t know why I didn’t

“Sure you should have but the thing is, we’re your friends, and we’re here for you through everything. We aren’t going to judge you for something like that,” Hermione said and, she and Ginny took seats on opposite sides of you.

“I’m just more curious what it was like,” Ginny teased and nudged you with her shoulder.

“Now tell us why Draco was acting so weird because I have a feeling that you know,” Hermione said.

“He thinks Harry and I are sneaking around behind his back,” you said. “Which we aren’t.”

“Anything else?” Hermione asked, why did she have to be so smart?

“And in potions when we were brewing Amortentia he smelled me, I think, and I started to smell him I think but the scent disappeared while I was trying to smell it. Slughorn explained that happens when you’re unsure of your feelings.”

Ginny ran a hand through your hair comfortingly. “Malfoy is so bloody dramatic,” she muttered.

“I don’t know what to do,” you said, your voice had started getting hoarse from the crying.

“Maybe you should tell him?” Hermione said. “He’s had his reasonable moments in the past with you. And Y/n?” you looked up at her. “It’s a pretty big deal if he smelled you in the Amortentia.”

“He said that he smelled ‘Vanilla, old books, peonies, and firewhiskey’” You recounted.

“Shit that son of a bitch is astute,” Ginny said.

“Yeah, that’s pretty exact,” Hermione whispered regarding the potion, considering the possibility that Malfoy was indeed in love with you. “Y/n why don’t you take a shower, go to bed, and talk to Draco in the morning?”

You nodded, “That’s probably a good idea.”

Hermione woke you up the next morning from a restless sleep. The entire night you were riddled with nightmares in anticipation of the coming weeks, of your father and mother, and the darkness your world was about to be enveloped in. After you both got ready, she walked you down to the Great Hall, where you split once you arrived. You approached the head of Slytherin’s table, where Draco was perched, slowly, anxiety boiling angrily in your stomach.

“Good morning,” you said to everyone there once you arrived. “Draco do you mind if we step outside and talk?”

He shared a look with Blaise that lasted a long moment before turning to you and giving you a single nod. He rose and followed you out of the hall, and out of the castle into the now empty courtyard.

“What is it?” He asked impatiently, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I’m sorry,” you started. “Draco I haven’t been spending much time with Harry, even as a friend. But I haven’t been sneaking around behind your back with him.”

“Really because that's not what I’ve heard,” he snarled.

“After the quidditch match Hermione, Ron, Harry, and I got into an argument in the changing rooms. Hermione and Ron stormed off, and Harry and I just walked back up to our common room together, that’s all,” you explained. “And the sweater is mine, I just like them larger cause I like tucking them into my jeans.”

As you were talking, Draco started pacing around the courtyard and running a hand through his hair. “You have to understand how it looked, you and Harry leaving a changing room together, alone.”

You nodded. “Of course, I just sometimes need you to not assume the worst of me.”

As you finished, he stopped his pacing and looked at you. “Alright, is that it?”

“No,” you said, as you started to become a bit more confident. “I, well I smelled you- in the Amortentia in Slughorn’s class but,” you paused, afraid of what you were about to admit. “But, Draco I’m- scared.” you finally caught his eyes and made eye contact, and you paused for a moment to try and drag your thoughts into comprehensible sentences. “I’m scared of my parents, I’m scared of the war that's coming, I’m scared of my feelings for you because how am I supposed to know how you feel about me when one moment you’re yelling at me and hurting me then the next you’re buying me books and joking with me?” You wiped your eyes, angry at the tears that were forming, you hated crying in front of him, you hated looking weak in front of him. “Draco what happens if I fall in love with you just for you to do something awful? You- you can’t trust me! And fuck Draco that hurts. Merlin, Draco I’ve been trying to not fancy you since our third bloody year, but you've always just made it so hard."

He stared at you in disbelief, of course, he didn’t know this you didn’t once make it obvious which he was aware was intentional. He didn’t know how to respond, what to say. He had loved you for so long and he couldn’t believe that you reciprocated his feelings in the slightest. He could tell you that you held his heart in your hand and that if you wanted to crush it, you could. That he would never be able to love anyone else. But, he was still Voldemort’s errand boy tasked with something terrible he couldn’t rope you into. He loved you, and he would rather be the source of your pain than the cause of your death.

“Well, I’m sorry you feel that way,” he said, unable to meet your eyes.

“Look me in the eyes and say that Draco,” you said, entirely shocked by his words.

But he didn’t. Instead, he turned and left you in the middle of the courtyard, utterly alone.

You weren’t sure whether or not Draco was still planning on picking you up for Slughorn’s Christmas Party, but you decided to get ready and go anyways, everything about your relationship had been unpredictable this far, and you didn’t expect that to change now. The two of you hadn’t spoken since that morning in the courtyard, and you had stopped eating meals with him and the rest of the Slytherins entirely. Of course, plenty of drama was circulating, rumours about your relationship on everyone’s lips but you had gotten good at blocking it out. You donned a cherry red dress along with gold accessories, hoping that if Draco did accompany you, he would despise your chosen colour pallet, you had to admit that sometimes you found joy in pissing him off. You weren’t ready to go until 8:27pm at which time you descended down into the common room and out of the Fat Lady’s portrait into the Hall where you found Draco dressed in a slick black suit.

“You showed up,” you observed coldly.

“I never miss appointments,” He said as he offered you his arm.

Still livid with him you refused it, walking away towards the dungeons where Slughorn’s office resided. Your pace was quick but not rushed, easily defined as elegant, and it took Draco a moment to catch up to you.

“Keep up Malfoy,” you said, keeping your gaze ahead of you.

The two of you did not exchange another word for the entirety of the walk, Draco simply confused by your behaviour as he had only seen you act like this at society events. The cold demeanour you donned not unlike that of many purebloods he knew. When you did arrive at the party, you took his arm and plastered a fake but convincing smile on your face before entering.

“Ah! Miss Y/l/n,” Slughorn exclaimed excitedly when you entered. “And Mr Malfoy, well don’t the two of you just make the most handsome couple! You know I paired up Lucius and Narcissa in a couple of projects their sixth year before they started dating?” He said, more to Draco than to you.

“Well, then I owe you, my life Professor!” Draco said with a charming smile.

He bellowed in laughter at the half-hearted joke. “You could certainly say that young boy! Now I hope you two enjoy tonight, and Miss. Y/l/n, please come speak to me when you have a moment. Now- ah have you seen where Mr Potter has disappeared to?”

You shook your head. “Professor we’ve just gotten here, you’re the first person we’ve seen!”

“Ah my dear tell me how you didn’t end up sorted into Ravenclaw,” Slughorn chuckled again before disappearing.

“I’m going to get a drink would you like anything?” You asked Draco, walking away before he could respond.

When you arrived at the elaborate bar, a red drink in a coupe glass caught your eye. You picked that up for yourself, and a silverly drink in a whiskey glass for Draco. You turned to return to your date when you saw Ginny and Luna arm in arm.

“Good evening! You both look lovely, Luna I adore your earrings,” you said and smiled, excited to finally see them together, Ginny had confessed her crush on the Ravenclaw to you last year.

“I was so excited when she said yes I can’t believe I forgot to tell you,” Ginny said shamelessly, and you caught Luna blush.

“Oh Merlin don’t worry, I’m just happy for you. Have you told-” you trailed off, Ginny well aware of the nature of your question.

“I told Ron and Harry last week, I plan on telling mum and dad when I get home,” she said, absolutely beaming.

“Gin! I’m so happy for you, you have to tell me everything when we get back, alright?” You said she had told you and Hermione back in her third year, and you were so happy she was ready to come out to her parents and family.

Ginny dropped Luna’s hand for a moment to hug you around the glasses you were carrying. “Thank you for everything, Y/n,” she whispered.

“I'm here for you through everything Gin,” you promised. “Now you two have fun tonight!”

“It is a perfect night,” Luna said thoughtfully. “Tell Draco hello for me, Y/n.” She said, and with that, she and Ginny disappeared into the crowd, Draco appearing in the spot behind them.

You reached out the drink you had picked up for him, and he accepted it. “They’re together?”

“They are here as a date, yes,” you said, anticipating nothing but judgement from him.

“Then Blaise owes me five galleons,” he said, and you looked at him questionably. “He always thought she’d end up with Hannah Abbott, I was sure Weasley would end up with Lovegood, and it looks like I was right.”

You were surprised Draco hadn’t had a more offensive bet with his friend, but you decided to not challenge him on it. “Yeah she’s fancied Luna for over a year now, it’s all she talks about.” As you were taking a sip of your drink, you noticed Harry across the room getting cornered by Slughorn and Snape. “Draco I’d like to go ask Harry if he’s seen Hermione if you don’t mind.” You expected a fight, but Draco just shook his head and indicated for you to lead the way.

“Y/n! I was just thanking Professor Snape for providing me with such well prepared students,” Slughorn exclaimed as you and Draco approached him.

Snape nodded, “Mr Malfoy and Y/l/n, have been quite talented in potions since their first year.”

“Thank you, Professor,” you thanked both your teachers, although you were acutely aware of some tension between Draco and Snape.

“I’d like a word with you, Draco,” Snape said suddenly, seemingly coming up with this out of thin air. “Follow me, Draco.”

They left, Snape leading the way, Malfoy suddenly looking resentful at his Head of House pulling him away, and you and Harry exchanged looks.

“I’ll be back in a bit, Y/n — er — bathroom,” he said, and turned to leave.

“Wait! Harry have you seen Hermione?” You asked quickly.

“She’s avoiding McLaggen!” He called, not bothering to look back, intent on his mission to follow Malfoy.

“Oh to be young and to have a date to run from,” Slughorn hiccuped. “What are your plans for the holiday dear?”

“Well, my family has arranged for me to stay with the Malfoy’s as they’ll be travelling and they don’t trust me to be home alone,” you lied through your teeth with a smile on your face.

“Do enjoy yourself dear,” he said and smiled.

You nodded as you prepared your next lie, “Of course I will sir, thank you. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go look for Hermione.”

“Go! Go! Don’t let me keep you enjoy the party!” he said, ushering you away and turning to two of the Weird Sisters who had appeared.

It took you a few minutes, but you eventually found your friend hiding behind some fabrics. You had seen her silhouette outlined through the material and instantly recognized her. You quickly slipped behind the decorative curtain, which spooked her.

“Woah! Y/n, how’d you find me,” she sighed, relieved it was you and not McLaggen.

“I’m just a good friend,” you said and smiled. “Is he really that bad?”

“I don’t know if it was even worth it,” she admitted.

“Well when Snape found Draco and me, he decided he had to have a word with him, and Harry followed them out,” you said.

“No, he did not,” said Hermione as she rolled her eyes, fully aware that Harry had followed the two.

“Yes, so I’m sure this means we’ll be getting more Death Eater conspiracies,” you scoffed.

“At least you’re here now to save me from my nasty date.” “Does his breath smell as bad as I said it would?” You asked.

Hermione nodded slowly, and you giggled, “I knew it!”

You and Hermione flitted around the party for a while longer although when you got tired of dodging McLaggen and realized that neither Harry nor Draco would be returning, you both decided to head back to your dormitory. Hermione still had to pack, and you just wanted to get a good nights sleep considering your next two weeks would be spent at Malfoy Manor. But, of course, neither of you went to bed until around two in the morning, electing instead to stay up and talk, about everything ahead of you, and her about Ron and Harry’s idiocy. You knew that once you fell asleep, you wouldn’t have your best friend again for two weeks, no letters, not a word.

You awoke to a grey sky and rain, the weather reflecting exactly how you felt. You had been dreading this day since September and here it was. It didn’t take you long to get dressed and to get your things together, but once you did, you had wished it had taken you longer. Once you had your things together, you and Hermione walked to the Great Hall where you assumed you would be meeting Draco.

“I’m going to miss you,” said Hermione as you approached the entrance to the Hall.

“I’m going to miss you more,” you said, and dropped your bags, hugging her tightly.

“I would tell you to write,” she said, chuckling sadly.

“Not if my parents have any say in the matter,” you said as you released each other from the hug. You gave her a smile, and forced a positive attitude. “We’ll see each other soon! Two weeks is nothing.”

Hermione was well aware that you were trying to convince yourself of this fact, but she let you fake a smile for your own sake. “Exactly,” she said.

“See you soon,” you said again before finally leaving her, and heading to the Slytherin table.

It was only Draco and Blaise sitting there, which perplexed you although you chose to not remark on the fact, instead, revelling in the lack of Pansy’s cold glare as well as Crabbe and Goyle’s incessant remarks for one morning.

“Morning, Y/l/n,” Blaise said when you approached the table as he was the first to notice you.

“Good Morning Blaise.”

“Morning, darling,” Draco piped as if last night had simply not happened.

“Blaise and I missed you when you disappeared last night,” you remarked, beside the fact that you and Blaise had not spoken last night, despite this Blaise seemed amused by your antics. “You didn’t even come to say goodnight.”

“Yeah mate, where did you disappear to? I was hoping you'd tuck me into bed,” He asked.

“Snape dragged me off to have me do a couple of things and by the time we were done I figured you’d both be asleep,” Draco explained, although the fist he was making around his fork was telling you otherwise.

“Well then Zabini and I will have to have a word with Professor Snape,” you teased, and Blaise chuckled, that was a first.

Draco rolled his eyes at both of you, “Let’s just get to the train, we wouldn't want to miss it.”

“No, but Y/l/n has to challenge Professor Snape to a duel for stealing her boyfriend!” Blaise said a little too loud, attracting a glare from Professor McGonagall, and a series of giggles from you.

You playfully kicked Blaise from under the table, “Shut up, Zabini! You’re gonna manage to get me detention over the break.”

“Which is exactly why we should be going,” Draco said, giving both of you dirty looks.

“Fine, but for the record, you’re a buzzkill,” said Blaise, rising from his seat and pointing an accusing finger at his friend.

As the three of you exited the Hall, you looked over to the Gryffindor table to see your friends still seated, and you were sure that you were not going to have the chance to say goodbye to Harry, Ron, or Ginny, which you had to find peace with for the time being. Once you boarded the train, you continued to follow them into their usual compartment, which was on the opposite side of the train from the one you frequented. When you sat next to Draco and across from Blaise, all humour fell away, and the reality of your situation set in, and you were suddenly sick to your stomach.

“Y/n, are you alright? You’ve turned green.” Draco noticed after a moment.

“I just get a bit sick sometimes on the train,” you said quietly.

“We haven’t started moving-” said Blaise, and Draco shot him a glare, silently telling him to shut up.

“Sorry, I’ll be fine don’t worry about me,” you said and received nods from both of the boys who chose to move forward with a new conversation, allowing you to rest your head against the cold window.

You remained in this position until you were at least halfway to Kings Cross, unable to repress the nerves that tore your stomach to shreds. You were only interrupted when Draco alerted you that he had to step out of the compartment for a moment to which you responded with a nod.

Draco made his way down the train to Potter’s compartment, where he opened the door without any warning, “Potter, Weasley.”

“What do you want, Malfoy?” Ron asked, distaste clear on his face.

“It involves a shared interest, do you mind?” He asked, this possibly being the most civil interaction the boys had ever had.

“Is it about Y/n?” Harry asked, and Draco confirmed with a nod. “Come in.”

Draco stepped into the compartment, closing the blinds behind him. “I don’t wish to be long, but as you know, Y/n’s parents read through all of her mail.”

“Of course we know that Malfoy,” Ron sneered. “We’re her friends by choice.”

“Let him finish Ron,” Harry muttered, and Draco gave him a slight, possibly thankful glance.

“Well my mother does not read my mail, especially if it comes from Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, or Pansy Parkinson,” Draco said, and Harry was beginning to catch on. “Now since I would not like for Y/n not to be miserable for two weeks, and she’s already bound to be if you address letters to me from one of those three people I will pass them along. Just put your names inside the envelope, and I promise not to read them.”

“How can we trust you won’t?” Ron asked.

“Even if you can’t, isn’t it better I read them than her parents?” Draco asked. “And as I said earlier Weasley, this is a shared interest.”

“He’s right, plus he’s offering so you know it’s coming from, well, a decent place,” Harry said slowly, after last night still unable to trust Malfoy.

“I know I don��t deserve her,” Draco said, almost inaudibly. “But there’s no changing our situation and I would do anything for her.”

“We’ll hold you to that Malfoy,” Harry threatened.

“I am aware, Potter,” Malfoy said, and with that, he left the compartment to return to you. He found you in the same spot with your head up against the window but you had changed into a black dress and expensive witches robes, clearly something your mother had picked out. The outfit looked wrong on you, and for once, he could see exactly how you did not fit into the world you had been born into.

Part 5 - The Emerald Manor

@whatawildone @herequeerandstressed @lordfxxker @pillowjj @pointlesscoconut @lovelylangdonx @fire-in-her-veinz @morelovemorepeacemoretattoo-blog @oi-itsemily @lukehemmingslut831 @peachybeannn @lovebynorth @bubblesam06 @voidnarnia @bethii1

Rowling, J. K. and Mary, GrandPré, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. New York, NY: Arthur A. Levine Books, an imprint of Scholastic Inc, 2005.xn

#the silver letter #red writes #Draco Malfoy #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco x you

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curiouselfqueen · 7 years

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For the ships: Pansy Parkinson and Zacharias Smith?

Pansy and Zacharias are out furniture shopping. For their new home. Pansy looks completely disinterested as she’s constantly on her phone making calls and sending messages. She hasn’t stopped working just because they’re out shopping. Zacharias seems to be more focused, even if he also gives off an air of this outing being more of a chore than anything.

To anyone else looking on, they may seem more like business partners for the distance they keep between them. If you pay attention though, you’ll see they have a short-hand between them. Smith picks out a piece, glances at Pansy. She keeps working. At the next one she makes a face and even though it doesn’t look like she’s even looked at the couch, he knows that was a ‘no’. Before turning any corner he waits for her to catch up, never moving too far.

The marriage may have been mostly to placate Pansy’s mother after she delved “too far into that [redacted] Muggle world.” Posy Parkinson wasn’t even very happy at Pansy’s choice in Smith but at least he came from a family with an acceptable history. What the shrill older woman would never realize until the day she died was that behind closed doors, Pansy and Zacharias got along in their own competitive way. And if nobody else called it love, well, maybe they wanted it that way.

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you what they’re doing right now.

#pansy parkinson #zacharias smith #Zacharias x Pansy #Slytherpuff #Harry Potter #Slytherin #Hufflepuff #Slytherins #Hufflepuffs #do they have a ship name?#I'll add it in the tags if someone tells me #drabble #my writing #Parkinsmith #just a guess #thank you!

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slytherflynn · 3 years

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Masterlist

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Alicia Spinnet

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Andromeda Tonks

bkgd Date Swap... mention

Angelina Johnson

Date Swap at the Yule Ball x slytherin!ginny

Anthony Goldstein

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Astoria Greengrass

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Bellatrix Lestrange

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Bill Weasley

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Blaise Zabini

Alice Walker x slytherin!reader

Have Some Fun Before You Die x reader

In Hogwarts Hallways x slytherin!reader

Old and New x muggle!reader

One Chance x ravenclaw!reader

bkgd Date Swap... x Fred Weasley

bkgd Steven Universe

Asking You to the Yule Ball

Telling You “Happy Birthday”

Bluna #1 x Luna Lovegood

Friday the 13th x Luna Lovegood

submission to hpconversations

Why is Hermione so Shippable Like

Cedric Diggory

Asking You to the Yule Ball

Telling You “Happy Birthday”

Charlie Weasley

none yet!

Cho Chang

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Daphne Greengrass

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Dean Thomas

bkgd Telling You... minor

Delphi Riddle

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Draco Malfoy

Steven Universe x slytherin!reader

Asking You to the Yule Ball

Telling You “Happy Birthday”

IDK DON’T ASK ME WHY

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Why is Hermione so Shippable Like

Ernie Macmillan

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Fleur Delacour

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Fred Weasley

bkgd Date Swap... x Blaise Zabini

Gabrielle Delacour

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George Weasley

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Ginny Weasley

Date Swap at the Yule Ball x Angelina Johnson

Godric Gryffindor

Houses as Texts in My Sibling Group Chat

Slytherdor #1 x Salazar Slytherin

Hannah Abbott

none yet!

Harry Potter

Asking You to the Yule Ball

Telling You “Happy Birthday”

Why is Hermione so Shippable Like

Helena Ravenclaw

none yet!

Helga Hufflepuff

SlytherPuff #1 x Salazar Slytherin

bkgd Slytherdor #1 x Rowena Ravenclaw

Hermione Granger

Bluna #1

IDK DON’T ASK ME WHY

Why is Hermione so Shippable Like

James Potter

No Wait a Second Stay With Me Here...

Justin Finch-Fletchley

none yet!

Katie Bell

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Lady Zabini

bkgd In Hogwarts... mention

Lavender Brown

none yet!

Lee Jordan

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Lily Evans

No Wait a Second Stay With Me Here...

Luna Lovegood

Bluna #1 x Blaise Zabini

Friday the 13th x Blaise Zabini

Marietta Edgecomb

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Millicent Bulstrode

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Minerva McGonagal

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Myrtle Warren

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Narcissa Malfoy

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Neville Longbottom

Asking You to the Yule Ball

Telling You “Happy Birthday”

Newt Scamander

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Nymphadora Tonks

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Oliver Wood

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Olympe Maxime

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Padma Patil

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Pansy Parkinson

bkgd Alice Walker mention

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Why is Hermione so Shippable Like

Pavarti Patil

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Penelope Clearwater

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Percy Weasley

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Pomona Sprout

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Regulus Black

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Remus Lupin

No Wait a Second Stay With Me Here...

Rita Skeeter

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Romilda Vane

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Ron Weasley

Asking You to the Yule Ball

Telling You “Happy Birthday”

Follow the Spiders

IDK DON’T ASK ME WHY

Why is Hermione so Shippable Like

Rowena Ravenclaw

Houses as Texts in My Sibling Group Chat

Slytherclaw #1 x Salazar Slytherin

bkgd Slytherdor #1 x Helga Hufflepuff

Salazar Slytherin

Houses as Texts in My Sibling Group Chat

Slytherclaw #1 x Rowena Ravenclaw

Slytherdor #1 x Godric Gryffindor

SlytherPuff #1 x Helga Hufflepuff

Seamus Finnigan

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Sirius Black

No Wait a Second Stay With Me Here...

Susan Bones

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Teddy Lupin

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Terry Boot

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Theodore Nott

Why is Hermione so Shippable Like

Tom Riddle

Voldy to Every Muggleborn Magic-Myster

Why is Hermione so Shippable Like

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drawlfoy · 5 years

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Soft Spot

masterlist request guidelines requests are open!

pairing: draco x hufflepuff!reader

request: yes! there are two of you who requested something very similar, so i’m knocking this one out first to take care of both of you!

summary: you’ve had a crush on draco malfoy for as long as you can remember,...but the funny thing is, you’ve never even spoken to him. he’s mean, he’s spoiled rotten, he’s everything that a hufflepuff could ever want...but you will keep it a secret, right? won’t you? because it’s not like he even knows you exist...

warnings: language and cringiness

a/n: this is gonna kinda be my farewell fic for the summer, something that breaks my heart. i’ll be slowly drafting other requests and i WILL start posting that dramione one once it gets to late fall for the ~aesthetic~. thank you to everyone reading this! you’ve inspired me to keep writing and growing my skills. i love each and every one of you, and i hope you enjoy this last little tidbit of my writing for the summer! but also... i might have a little cringe surprise of a fic i already wrote like 6 years ago saved for later on. this isn’t goodbye, it’s just a see you later!

also... i don’t really know if seekers shake hands at the beginning of the match. i think it’s just the captains but like....let me live and let the plot thrive in a slight harry potter AU where seekers shake hands before games okay

music recs: 1980s horror film II - the wallows

word count: 3,383

tags tags tags! @accio-rogers @geeksareunique

also i literally cannot believe myself i was supposed to write this over a period of a week not 3 hours wtf

“The more concise the flick, the more concentrated your magic will be. No, no, Longbottom, I said concise, not unhinged...try again.”

Y/N watched sympathetically as the Gryffindor struggled to turn the vinegar into wine, Professor Flitwick peering over his shoulder and cringing as the boy flailed about.

“Poor Neville,” Hannah murmured to her right, her vinegar already having been turned into a deep crimson. “You’d think they’d let up on him by now and just let him do his thing with Herbology.”

“Yeah, but then again, he is abnormally talented at that,” Y/N said, watching the boy carefully. “He probably has the skills. He just needs to tap into them.”

Hannah smiled at her, leaning back into her chair. “Oh, Y/N, always seeing the best in everyone.”

“Oh, stop it. I’m just optimistic.”

“Are you, now?” Hannah leaned forward, wiggling her eyebrows. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think it takes more than just simple optimism to have a crush on--”

“Hannah! Quiet!” Y/N’s cheeks flamed at the suggestion. “You’re talking too loud.”

“Sorry, sorry.” She rolled her eyes, still wearing a mischievous grin. “It’s just so funny to me. Have you ever even talked to Mal--”

“Do not say his name!” Y/N hissed. “And...yes, for your information, I have. Last year he bumped into me. I said ‘sorry’.”

“And?”

Y/N looked puzzled. “What?”

“And what did he say back?”

She blushed even harder, slinking down in her seat. “Okay, okay, he didn’t say anything. He just nodded and kept walking.”

Hannah grunted, looking entirely unimpressed.

“At least he didn’t say anything mean! That’s an improvement!”

“Y/N, I love you,” Hannah began, “And I think you need to have slightly higher standards.”

“You antagonize me,” Y/N moaned, dramatically throwing herself over her chair. “Let me have a little fun. I know nothing’s going to come out of it. So do you.”

Hannah giggled. “I know. I’m just giving you a hard time. And if something did come out of it....” --Y/N laughed at that-- “...I would still love and support you no matter what. Besides, I think Nott is kind of a catch. Think you could set us up once you have your own Slytherin?”

Y/N smacked her arm good-naturedly. “Anything for my Han--”

“Ladies,” Professor Flitwich greeted. “I’m not seeing much magic occurring over here.”

“We’re done, Professor,” Hannah responded, motioning to the two charmed goblets of wine. Y/N simply nodded along, feeling slightly uncomfortable under the eyes of all of the students in the room. It had grown silent, and it seemed as though the Slytherins over in the corner were smugly awaiting a deduction of points from the Hufflepuffs. Draco Malfoy looked entirely uninterested, choosing to absentmindedly levitate a quill instead.

“Very well.” Flitwick nodded briskly. “But I would prefer if you two took your conversation out of my classroom. It seems as though you both have a grasp on this lesson and no longer need to be here...if you so wish.” There was a twinkle in his eye that reminded Y/N why Flitwick was one of her favorite professors.

“Thank you, Professor,” the two said in unison as they began to pack up their things. Flitwick waved his wand, effortlessly changing the wine back into its original form.

The Slytherins began chattering again, filling the room with its usual ambiance.

“Malfoy was looking at you,” Hannah hummed into Y/N’s ear.

“No, he wasn’t,” she responded. “I saw him. He was levitating a quill or whatever.”

“Not the whole time. And, oh, the way he was looking at you...total fuck-me eyes.”

“You’re gross, Hannah,” Y/N managed in between laughs. “Was that before or after he stood up on the desk and confessed his unconditional love for Hagrid?”

“During. He always did strike me as a polyamorous guy.”

“Stop!” Y/N burst into a laughing fit, drawing some attention to them as they walked out the door. “You’re bad!”

Hannah chuckled a bit herself, skipping down the corridor. The fall afternoon sun shone through the windows, casting a warm glow on everything inside. Y/N jogged up to meet her, struggling to shove the last of her supplies into the right pockets of her satchel.

“Slow down, will you?” Y/N called, stopping to catch her breath.

“Damn, Y/L/N, you really expect to be able to seek this weekend? With that lung capacity?” Hannah joked, skipping back to her.

“Says the person who has never played a single match of Quidditch in her life,” Y/N countered, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay, you got me there.” Hannah raised her arm in a surrender. “I watch you enough, though.Speaking of watching you...”

She sidled up close to Y/N, shoving her playfully. “How does it feel playing your very first game against...Slytherin? With Malfoy as the opposing seeker?”

“Oh, stop it,” Y/N groaned. “It’s nervewracking enough. I saw how he treated Harry in the last game. He plays rough.”

Hannah’s eyes widened.

Uh, oh. She only ever did that when she was plotting.

“That’s it,” she sang, skipping circles around a confused Y/N. “That’s how you’re gonna find out if he has a soft spot for you!”

“Huh?”

“You just said he plays dirty with Harry,” she explained. “And I’ve seen him mess with Cho too. If he’s nicer to you and doesn’t shove you off your broom...then you know that he likes you!”

“Hannah, I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” Y/N admitted, beginning to walk forward again. “First of all, even if he did like me, why would he be willing to be nice to me in front of the entire school? To a half-blood Hufflepuff? He couldn’t, it would ruin his reputation. And second of all, there’s no way he does like me. You said it yourself...he’s never said a word to me.”

Hannah sighed, cracking her knuckles as she looked at the stained glass on the ceiling. “That’s true. But you liked him even before you talked to him. Why do you assume he couldn’t feel the same way?”

“Because he’s a Malfoy, and I’m not his caliber,” Y/N said, her voice flat.

“And how come you get to decide what his caliber is?”

Hannah’s suggestion rattled around in Y/N’s head. It frustrated her--it really did. She was supposed to be training for her very first match, not daydreaming about how Draco’s hair would look under the setting sun of the pitch. But she couldn’t stop.

She started paying even more attention to him, if that was possible. She stole looks at him from across the dining hall, watching as he rolled his eyes and laughed at something Pansy Parkinson said. Now that she thought of it, she rarely saw Draco without Pansy...but she couldn’t decipher if that was a mutual decision or if Pansy clung to Draco like Hannah told her she did.

On Friday night, instead of discussing strategy with the captain, Zacharias Smith, she was watching a particularly interesting scene at the Slytherin table. Pansy was pushed up next to Draco, whispering whatever she was whispering into his ear. He didn’t look thrilled, but he certainly wasn’t pushing her away. Anger boiled in her chest, so much so that she almost didn’t notice the tap on her shoulder.

“Y/L/N.”

The firm male voice finally caught her attention as she spun around to see Blaise Zabini looking down at her.

“What?” Her tone was sharp, clipped from what she had just seen over at his table.

“Malfoy wants to talk to you,” he said blankly. “You are the seeker, right?”

“Er...yeah.”

“Come with me then, we don’t have all day.” Blaise grabbed her arm, hauling her up rougher than she would’ve liked. Hannah shot her a shit eating grin which Y/N did not return.

She was too nervous. Why would Draco want to talk to her?

Blaise dragged her across the Great Hall as the rest of her house curiously watched. The Slytherin table, hostile as ever, quieted down to a hushed murmur as she neared the group that always surrounded Draco.

“Here,” Blaise spat, pushing Y/N forward to him. She stared daggers at him in response. No, she was most certainly not in a cheery mood today.

“I said bring her over, not drag her by her hair,” Draco said, slowly dragging his eyes over her. She flinched in response, not quite knowing what to say.

“What for?” Her voice was strong, something that surprised her greatly.

He raised an eyebrow as Pansy scowled in the background. “It’s concerning our match tomorrow. I want to propose a deal.”

“A deal?”

“Yes.” Draco sighed, looking rather irritated that she hadn’t caught on yet. “You agree to not catch the snitch, and I’ll give you something that you want. Galleons, perhaps?” He smirked.

“No, that’s quite alright,” Y/N responded breezily, instead focusing on quelling the raging blush on her cheeks. The way that Draco looked at her made her feel like he could see into her soul, and she couldn’t tell if she liked it yet. “I’m perfectly content with just playing a fair game.”

“A fair game?” Draco snorted, and the rest of his friends followed suit with canned laughter. “I think you’ve forgotten exactly who you’re playing against, love.”

“If you’re so good, then you shouldn’t have to bribe me,” Y/N shot back before she could hold her tongue.

Wait...what did he just call me?

Draco shrugged, seemingly unbothered, but Pansy sprung to his defense. “Draco, I think you ought to teach this little Hufflepuff to mind her manners around you.”

Y/N, stunned by her realization, simply stared at him, waiting for a response.

“No need, Pansy,” he said, holding eye contact with Y/N. “There’s plenty of time for that tomorrow. You can...er...go now.”

Blaise seized her arm again, but before she could move to yank her arm out of his grip, Draco’s voice broke the silence again. “Zabini, I hardly think that she needs an escort.”

Dazed, she pulled her arm away from him and dashed off. Hannah was waiting back at the Hufflepuff table, her plate long forgotten.

“What was that??” she squealed, nearly bouncing in her seat. Y/N just stared at her.

“He called me love.”

Thankfully, she had long cast aside her thoughts of a particular white-blonde by the next morning. Y/N was so nervous that Hannah nearly had to force down her toast.

“C’mon, you need the energy!” Hannah pleaded. “At least drink some water. I can’t have you passing out on the pitch! Hufflepuff needs you!”

Zacharias, or Arias, as he asked her to call him, was sitting next to her, calmly going over the strategies for the game.

“You really do need to eat,” he informed her. “I know you feel like you’re gonna vomit, but you’ve just gotta force it down. You’ll thank me later.”

Under his watchful gaze, Y/N began nibbling on her toast, forcing it down.

“Atta girl,” he praised. “Anyways, your biggest worry right now isn’t the Beaters...it’s the other seeker. Normally it wouldn’t be like that against, say, Gryffindor, but you’ve seen how Malfoy plays. He isn’t afraid of a few fouls.”

Y/N nodded, the nausea returning.

“But you’re smart, and I chose you for a reason,” Arias said, patting her shoulder. “You’re going to do great. I know it. And our Chasers are great, so even if you can’t catch the Snitch, we’ll be okay.”

She nodded again, leaning into him and blinking hard.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a pair of ice grey eyes trained on her.

“...and I want a clean, fair game today,” Madame Hooch finished. Y/N was ashamed, but she’d spaced out on the entire speech, instead focusing on how nervous she was.

She was obviously shaking, and she felt even more pathetic standing across from the Slytherin team. They were all buff and tall and scary looking, and she was short and shaking.

Arias placed a hand on her shoulder to steady her. “Don’t worry, Y/N/N. It’ll all be over before you know it.”

She nodded, swallowing to try and combat her dry mouth. It didn’t work, especially when she saw that Draco was watching her with an amused look on his face. When she caught his eye, he raised an eyebrow quizzically at her and smirked.

Arse.

“Seekers, shake hands.” Hooch’s voice cut into her thoughts. Arias prodded her forward, and Y/N complied, stepping closer to Draco.

He clasped her hand firmly, leaning forward just a fraction.

“Don’t be so scared,” he stage-whispered. “We’re playing a fair game, remember?”

At this, his Slytherin teammates chortled in the background as Arias frowned.

“Leave her be, Malfoy,” he hissed, pulling Y/N back to the Hufflepuffs. “I swear, if you lay a hand on her, I’ll...”

“Relax, Smith, I’m not gonna touch your girlfriend,” he drawled.

“She’s not my girlfriend!”

“Mhm.”

At Hooch’s command, the two captains stepped forward and shook hands, Arias glowering at Malfoy and Malfoy smirked down at him.

The game started before Y/N knew it, and suddenly, her worry slipped away. She was no longer a lowly Hufflepuff--she was a seeker, and a damned good one at that.

She had watched enough Slytherin matches to know Malfoy’s dirty strategies. He generally relied on faking out the other seeker, which she found a rather cheap tactic.

Y/N decided to just take a few wide sweeps around the arena, dipping up and down through the air. Draco clearly hadn’t seen anything--he was flying in lazy circles much higher than her, clearly trying to get a higher vantage point of the arena to search for the gold glint in the air.

Speaking of which...when she flew past the Ravenclaw section, she caught a glimpse of a slight shimmer in the air.

No way. This early in the game?

Y/N squinted, pausing in the air for a second. The gold shimmer moved again, just a few hundred feet away from her.

She’d spotted it!

Glancing up, she saw that Draco was watching her intently. As casually as she could, she began making her way towards the Snitch, still flickering around a little next to one of the columns of the pitch.

When he turned away for a second, Y/N gunned it, speeding towards it. It began to move away from her rapidly, but at the same, time, she was gaining momentum.

“And it appears that Y/N Y/L/N has spotted the snitch!”

The Hufflepuff section roared as she closed in on the distance. She began stretching her hand out and was just inches away from it when something lightly bumped her shoulder.

Draco.

He moved so his shoulder was pressed to hers, keeping up with her exactly and leaning forward, mimicking her movements.

“You’re not half bad, you know,” he mused as nonchalantly as the whistling air would allow.

“I do. Same with you.”

Y/N’s broom was going as fast as it could without being uncontrollable, and it seemed that that was the case for Draco as well. His arms were longer than hers, though, and he was just inches from grabbing the snitch.

She could’ve just shoulder checked him to throw him off balance like she had seen him do so many times, but at the same time, he could’ve as well--but he wasn’t.

In a sudden stroke of creativity, Y/N dived down , throwing Draco’s attention off just enough to lag behind for the briefest of seconds. Darting forward, her fingers managed to close around something cold and vibrating with energy.

“HUFFLEPUFF HAS CAUGHT THE--”

Her head was heavy in the middle and light at the sides. Had it always been like that, or was she just hyperaware of the fact?

Her surroundings were dimly lit with a single candle, but even that hurt her eyes as they fluttered open. She vaguely recognized that it had to be nightime--wherever she was. Y/N tried to sit up, whimpering as the small of her back ached.

“Whoa, slow down,” a familiar voice cautioned. It was posh and male, but she couldn’t quite place it.

“Mmmhmm.” Her acknowledgement of the person speaking to her was unrefined and embarrassing, but she didn’t care. Whoever it was clearly cared enough to watch over her.

The memories came flooding back...the sensation of the snitch humming in her hands, Draco flying next to her, awe written all over his pretty face..but then the white hot sensation in her back, the sudden halt of her broomstick, the rushing motion as she plummeted to the ground...the boneshattering impact, the sounds of Draco wailing for help...

But then it cut off there.

With newfound energy, Y/N hoisted herself up, taking in more of her surroundings. It was most certainly at some hour in the night in the Hospital Wing. A figure sat at the chair next to her bed, and a candle illuminated the currtain surrounding her.

She squinted at the figure. “Who are you? I can’t see.”

“Oh.”

Dark arms rustled about, pulling out a wand and whispering Lumos. A ball of light revealed a very disheveled looking Draco Malfoy. Y/N gasped.

“Sh, you’ll wake Pomfrey up,” he whispered. “It wasn’t me who hexed you. It was Harper.”

Y/N blinked up at him. “I know.”

“You do?”

He stared at her for a few seconds, his mouth agape.

“Of course I do, I heard you yelling for help. I wouldn’t do that to someone who just hexed me.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. Bet you wish you took that bribe now, huh?”

Y/N snorted. “No. I won.”

Draco just shrugged again. “How are you feeling?”

“Not great.”

“I figured.” He shifted in his seat a bit. “Listen, I...er...”

“What?”

He scooted forward just a few feet. “I’m sorry for trying to bribe you. I’ll be honest, I was just kind of looking for a reason to talk to you. Winning this match would’ve just been the cherry on top.”

“You...what?” Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Stop it right now. What did Pomfrey give me? She must have me on some hard stuff...wow...”

He laughed, leaning forward even more. Y/N could smell a clean whiff of pine and black tea. “No, no, you’re not on pain potions. That I know of, at least.”

“So you’re telling me the truth?”

“Why would I wait her for...I don’t even know how many hours for you to wake up only to lie to you?”

“You were here for the entire time?”

“I mean, I had to shower and eat, but yeah, basically.” He cleared his throat, carding his hand through his hair. “I find you kind of interesting. Always have. Is it a crime to want to get to know you more?”

“I must be dreaming,” Y/N muttered, turning her eyes up to the ceiling. “Have you forgotten who I am?”

“My parents aren’t as strict on half-bloods,” he hastily said. “And your academic and athletic record kind of...outshine the fact that you’re a Hufflepuff.”

“Charming,” Y/N responded dryly. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that...” He wrung his hands together, gazing down at them instead of meeting her eyes. “I’m saying that I have...I don’t know, a soft spot for you? And if you feel the same way, I think it’d be, er, interesting to maybe see where this goes.”

“You’re saying that you have a crush on me?”

The abruptness of her comment caused her to shyly look away at the ground.

“No, look at me,” he murmured. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Y/N let out a lengthy exhale.

“What is it?”

“Could you tell? That I’ve had a massive crush on you since, well, forever?”

He shakily laughed. “Oh, thank god.”

“Well, could you?”

“Hm.” Draco thought for a few moments, placing an elbow on her bed so he could rest his chin in his hand. “Yeah, kind of. I couldn’t tell if I was overanalyzing everything, though.”

“You weren’t,” she assured him, turning to face him again.

He stared at her for a few seconds, his soft grey eyes wide with wonder. Inching his free hand closer to her, he paused. “May I?”

She smiled then, ignoring how her face hurt. “I mean, you waited hours for it.”

“No,” he corrected. “Years.”

With that, he gently slipped her hand into his, rubbing slow circles onto it as she drifted off to sleep.

final a/n: me: so i’m not posting any more imagines until i’m literally into college and an adult! also me: here’s a fic i wrote in two hours because i couldn’t focus on my sat prep! also so so so sorry for any spelling mistakes/plot holes/grammatical errors in here. i just slammed this one out

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