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basiatlu · 6 months
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Day 5: Cauldron
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“Oh, figures…”
Man oh man, I did not think I would make it in time! I am sleepy but it was worth it. This is probably the ‘loosest’ drawing so far but it’s super cute to me, all the same.
What do you think they smell, hm? 🤭✨
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miss--soapy · 5 months
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Garreth during potions class!
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fancy treats that bring us closer
Ominis Gaunt x GN!Hufflepuff!reader (Not MC) part two of the fancy series - [ToC]
Summary: Ominis seems to know you? He said your name without an introduction and trusted you to lead him to his wand. Now- he’s sitting with you in class? The kind, intelligent, and witty man you’ve been dreaming of from afar is now not so far and you’re not dreaming anymore. (more fluff, with an added bonus of FRIENDS / no beta, unless you count grammarly)
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When you finally made it to your potions class, you had finally, reluctantly, dropped his hand. It was only halfway through the walk that you had wondered why he asked you to lead him when you’d already retrieved his wand- but you weren’t about to bring that up and lose the warm feeling of having his hand pressed against yours. Plus, you were engaged in other conversation as it was, Ominis having asked different things about you. You spoke of the town you were from, and told him of your favourite food and why it was, a funny story that you really only told Poppy before. His amused laugh had brought a grin to your face and you couldn’t feel regret telling it to him, not even for a moment.
You didn’t want to say goodbye- and knew he was in this class so what was the point of saying it anyway?- so instead you marched over to your table where Poppy already sat on one side, smiling at you as you approached. You placed your bookbag down on your table and waited for her greeting, glancing up after a few moments of silence only to realize she wasn’t looking at you anymore. You followed her eye line and startled at Ominis, closer than usual. So close in fact, that he was currently standing at your table, to your right whereas Poppy stood on your left. You knew his usual seat in the class had been directly across the room, at a table that you had a clear line of sight on- though that was completely irrelevant.
You were opening your mouth to ask why he sat there but hesitated in your question. You didn’t want it to seem like you wanted him to leave- that was the opposite of the truth. Instead, in your deliberation, you stood there with your mouth open as across from you another bookbag is heavily slung onto your table.
“Merlin, Ominis, you could’ve told me we were switching tables today.” You snapped your jaw closed as you looked over to Sebastian Sallow, one of Ominis’ best friends and basically the man always by his side. Now that you thought about it, earlier without his wand was probably the first time that you had seen them apart.
“Well, I didn’t know I was until I walked over here,” Ominis replies quietly, slowly raising his bookbag onto the table and rummaging through it with his hands. He seemed almost hesitant, and you could see his eyes glance quickly toward your direction before focusing forward once more.
“I mean, it’s fine though!” Poppy squealed out, a bit louder than was probably necessary. You glanced at her to notice a bright blush across her cheeks, and she meets your eyes with a grin before looking back to Ominis. “We’ve always sat alone, it’ll be nice to have desk partners!”
“Desk partners,” Sebastian chuckled, ducking his head practically into his bookbag to dig for his textbook. Ominis slowed his hands, the one that had been searching now just resting on top of a book in his bag, the other still having hold of his wand, the red light pulsing faintly. You swallowed roughly, reaching your hand hesitantly toward Ominis before finally allowing yourself to gently lay your hand on the one holding his wand. You watched as his shoulders visibly relaxed, and he finally let go of his wand, turning his hand quickly to take yours and squeeze. His other pulls out his potions textbook as if nothing had happened, and you pull your hand away to start pulling your own textbook out as well.
You surreptitiously glance upward toward Poppy, noticing her eyes already waiting for yours, a huge smile spread across her face. She, very obviously, gave you a thumbs up and a nod, and you reach over to quickly swat her on the arm with a look on your face.
“Alright class, turn to page 243 and we will begin…” Professor Sharp begins to drone on about some potion or other that he wanted to be brewed, and you quickly turned to the page, listening to an entire class's worth of paper crinkling and flipping. You look up to see Ominis hold his hand out toward the desk, a wandless and wordless Accio pulling his wand into his hand, before waving it and murmuring a spell that flipped open his potions textbook and flew through the pages to land on the same page as you. He tapped it again with another mumbled phrase, and you watched bumps jump to appear over the text on the book, and you realized that of course, he would have a spell to translate his books into braille.
As Poppy loudly plopped her cauldron down onto the table over the burner, you jumped, turning to her with wide eyes and she nods down to her cauldron. You quickly bend down to reach under the desk, pulling your own up and placing it gently where you needed it. Poppy tapped your hand lightly, and you looked back to her only to see her nod her head toward Sebastian- who happened to be staring directly at you with a curious look. As your gazes met, you felt yourself hold your breath for a moment, though Sebastian didn’t look away. If anything, you could see the beginning of a smirk taking up the corner of his mouth, and at that you quickly lowered your head to your textbook, reading the different ingredients you would need to gather.
“So, lacewing flies, and…” Poppy mumbled, trailing off halfway through her sentence as she read the lines of the book. You were used to her half-mumbles as she read, tracing the line she was reading from with her finger. Sebastian was currently buried into his bookbag once more, Ominis dragging his fingers slowly over his book and looking straight ahead. You were curious, having seen his wandless magic and remembering he had mentioned trying to summon his wand earlier to no effect and reached your hand out to place on his closest one- the one currently trying to read his book. He stopped immediately, turning to look at you with the beginnings of a smile.
“You know wandless magic?” Your question was a whisper, and Ominis ducked his head in response. You could see the tips of his ears turning pink once more and wondered if he was embarrassed again.
“Ah- barely. I know how to summon my wand to my hand, plenty of practice with that. It’s a bit more dignified than- well, than crawling around on the floor trying to feel for it.” You nodded slowly, it made sense. If he ever dropped his wand, he’d be without his faux-sight, and wouldn’t know where it landed unless it made a clatter. You squeezed his hand before pulling away.
“That’s-” powerful, “-ah, helpful.” You laughed breathlessly once more, looking away to continue reading up on the assignment. Right, lacewing flies and a fwooper feather, chopped. You glanced upward at a sign of movement, noticing Sebastian setting ingredients in front of Ominis and listing them as he placed them.
The class from there was mostly quiet, with slight mumblings back and forth about which ingredients go in at which times, mainly just helping each other out. You did notice, however, that every time Sebastian asked Poppy a question her blush would deepen and she stuttered a response to him. You smiled at her with a knowing look, and she waved her hand toward your arm in an imitation of when you had swatted hers earlier.
Just then, however, you felt a pressure on your hand and turned to see Ominis leaning closer to you. “I don’t seem to have any crushed moonstone, you wouldn’t happen to have any to spare?” You tilted your head, looking at his side of the desk before a giggle welled up unintentionally.
“You do have some, actually, it’s just over- well, here,” You turned your hand around and grasped his, pulling his arm slowly over toward the middle of the table, further away from his bundle of work. You tapped the side of his hand to the small stone bowl holding the glittering dust, a smile on your face as you whispered back, “It must’ve been pushed too far back for you to reach. There you are.” You looked back at him to see the top of his cheekbones lit up once more in a furious blush, and you could feel your face heating to match.
“Wow, and at the table Ominis. We’re in class!” Sebastian finally calls out, perhaps not loudly, but definitely louder than your table mutterings had been all class. You released Ominis’ hand immediately, pulling it back and burying your face in your textbook again- okay, the potion will turn blue, then-
“I have no clue what you’re insinuating Sebastian, but I’d really much prefer you don’t,” Ominis replied easily, and you looked up briefly toward him to see a frown on his face, the pink having faded already. If only your blush would fade, then you wouldn’t be so embarrassed to have Sebastian staring directly at you once more- with that stupid little smirk no less. You drew in a breath, swallowing roughly before you heard Poppy speak up in a voice you’ve heard very rarely.
“Is there a problem, Sebastian?” As he turned to look at her with startled eyes, you could see her blush still deepen, but she kept her chin raised with an impetuous look. She crossed her arms, and you recognised her anger, though had only seen it whenever a few foolish students would attempt to bully the magical creatures kept in the pens outside of the castle. Sebastian raised his hands quickly, shaking his head.
“No, no, of course not! What gave you that impression?”
“You’ve been staring at Y/N this entire time, with that silly little self-satisfied smirk- and let me tell you Sebastian Sallow,” You had to temper down a grin at his full name and the frightened reaction it invoked, “If you’re planning on doing or saying something to my best friend you better stop that right now or so help me, Helga, I will end your dreams before they even begin!”
“Sebastian,” Ominis admonished, reaching a hand over and smacking his robe sleeve, the boy jumping at the assault from both sides and raising his hands again.
“Okay, woah, calm down you lot,” His eyebrows were raised and he seemed incredulous, shaking his head, “I was planning no such thing I can assure you. I was just,” He sighs, shaking his head, glaring lightly toward his friend before meeting your own eyes, his face softening. “I’m sorry if I made you at all uncomfortable, Y/N, that was not my intention. I must’ve been-” He hesitated just enough before you noticed a slight uptick in the corner of his mouth, “Lost in thought, that’s all.”
“What kind of thoughts could you possibly be thinking about,” You heard Poppy mutter, finally relaxing her posture and bending over her cauldron to make sure it was still brewing correctly. She picked up her wand, dipping it into the brew to stir a few times, and you moved to do the same, following her lead. Ominis stood there with a concerned look for a moment longer before moving his gaze downward, running his fingers along the lines of text on his book. You glance into his cauldron, then lean closer toward him with a whisper.
“Your potion is looking a little cerulean, you should probably add a pinch more chopped wings.” Ominis’ face practically glowed with a smile at your recommendation, immediately moving to where he knew his ingredient was and placing it into his own cauldron. He picked up his wand, the tip pulsing briefly twice before the red fades, and he dips his own wand into the cauldron to stir as well.
Once the potions were complete and bottled, the four of you remained at the table to clean your cauldrons and stuff everything back into the book bag. You had planned on moving a bit slower than usual, and at your glance upward you realized that the other four seemed to have the same thought, each one taking their own time. You knew Poppy was wiping her cauldron down for the third time when she finally spoke up.
“So, Y/N, I was planning on heading down to the creature pens outside. Did you want to accompany me?” You glanced briefly over to Ominis, who seemed to have slowed his packing and stood there blankly for a moment, though with no response or interruption from him, you finally shrugged and looked back to her.
“Oh, sure. I wanted to visit my little buddy anyway.” You tried not to sound so disappointed but were afraid that you failed miserably at the task. Poppy, thankfully, didn’t fault you for your tone, only nodding with a pleasant smile.
“Your little buddy?” Ominis mumbled, finally closing the flap of his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, turning his body to face your direction. “Who’s that?”
“Oh,” You breathed, giggling quietly before finally closing your own bag and leaning down to place your cauldron back under the table where it belonged. “I have this fwooper I rescued from the edge of the forest. I nursed him back to health, his wing had been pretty badly injured.”
“The result of those Merlin-forsaken poachers, no doubt,” Poppy growled out, slinging her bag over her own shoulder now. You nodded along, your face falling at the memory, before taking a breath and trying to push past that particular topic.
“Anyway, he’s all better now but he still stuck around. I think he has a nest somewhere in the forest, but whenever I come down with Poppy he always visits. I have these little treats I make him that I keep in my bag! He seems to like them.”
“He loves them, as he should,” Poppy insists, passing by and taking your arm briefly to begin the walk out of the classroom. You look quickly back, and Ominis has his wand lifted and walks behind you, tilting his head to listen. “You spent so long researching everything about fwoopers for him, got all their favourite ingredients and cooked them all together and cut them into those little shapes- honestly if anyone spent as much time as that on me- well I think I’d just fall in love instantly.” You giggle, shaking your head, moving to bump your shoulder against hers.
“Don’t be so silly.” Her words made you start thinking, though, and you wondered if he only ever visited you for just the treats, and not just because he loved your company as you did his. You pursed your lips, turning to look back toward Ominis again. You watched him lift his head, almost as if meeting your eyes, before elongating his strides to move up to your other side.
“I’d love to meet him if you’re willing to introduce us?” His assured voice sent a tingle down your spine, and you straightened your posture with a smile.
“I’d like nothing more!” You almost reached to take his hand, but hesitated, walking on the wrong side of him as he was still holding his wand out with the hand near you. You made it across Central Hall and through the hallway that led toward the outside, and Sebastian stepped quickly in front of Poppy to push the great door open, holding it for the three of you. You tilted your head, wondering where he popped up from.
You felt a brush against your hand and turned toward Ominis, noticing his wand pulsing in his other hand now, and his free hand once again brushed against the back of yours. You couldn’t keep the smile from your face, and took his hand in yours quickly, attempting to play it off.
“Here, let me lead you there! It’s just down this path!” It was obvious that they all knew where the Care for Magical Creatures class was held, along with the pens beside it, but no one seemed to have any contradiction on their tongue for your excuse. Ominis only squeezed your hand once, and you had to take a deep, steadying breath once he did to tame the butterflies in your stomach.
The pens were empty of other wixen, and you scanned the area around to see if you could spot your little fwooper friend. When he couldn’t be seen, you instead watched as Poppy began to wander off with Sebastian trailing, ranting on about some kids who recently cut one of the kneazle’s whiskers and her plans on how to care for it. You pulled Ominis’ hand lightly, guiding him a few steps away from the creatures’ area.
“I think he might be hiding in the forest right now,” You begin, biting your lip and watching for his reaction. When he only nods his head, you turned to look over toward the trees, mumbling, “I don’t know how secure you are in being near the forest but- well, whenever I can’t find him I usually walk to the edge and whistle for him.”
“You go to the forest alone?” You looked back at his low tone, afraid you had angered him but you were only met with concern lacing his features. “Y/N, that’s-”
“I know, Ominis. I don’t go inside or anything, just to the edge. If you don’t want to come-”
“No! I do, I want to come.” He replied so quick you had to blink a few times to fully process what he said, studying the concern that was pushing his eyebrows together. He squeezed your hand once more, taking a small step closer and leaning toward your ear, “I’d like to be here if you do that again, actually. I don’t want you wandering there alone.”
“I’ve done it so often, Ominis. Really, it’s fine.” You were standing so close you could smell his scent off his robes, a mix of dragon’s blood and the potion he had successfully brewed in class. You were brought back to when Professor Sharp had wandered over to your table, leaning over Ominis’ cauldron and mumbling praise for how well his concoction was coming along, mentioning something about how he was improving remarkably. After the professor walked away Ominis reached over and squeezed your hand, as if he was attributing the praise to you.
“The forest is dangerous, even just the outskirts. The poachers themselves have been wandering out a lot more lately-”
“They wouldn’t come this close to the castle,” You try to reassure, and you watch his shoulders tense briefly and wonder if he’s going to press the topic before finally they fall and he nods slowly. You hated the dejected look that crossed his face briefly before he turned his head, and hated even more that you were the one to put it there. “But, I could be convinced to bring you along next time. You know, if my- if the fwooper likes you.”
The smile you had hoped for slowly crossed his face, and he nodded quickly to you, tugging lightly on your hand. You were startled, realizing you had been just standing in place for so long- though, you admit you didn’t want to leave the little bubble that Ominis seems to place around the both of you- and began to lead him over toward the forest. Once close enough, you whistle out a familiar tune and wait. In only a few moments you could hear flapping, and your smile widens as your favourite fwooper sores out of the forest and lands on a stump nearby you. You pull Ominis closer before letting go of his hand, digging into your bookbag,
“He’s right on this stump. He’s a lime green colour- oh, uh,” You hesitate, glancing up at him and his quirking eyebrow, before laughing and continuing, “Kind of like the colour of grass, but paler? Or, hm,” You hum to yourself, pulling your sack of treats out and opening the tie. “Oh! Like a sour apple!” You pull a treat out and place it on your palm, flexing your fingers back and holding it out to him, watching the fwooper bend down and pop it into his mouth. You heard Ominis hum in response.
“An apt description. Does he seem at all wary of me? Can I approach?”
“Oh!” You smile, feeding the fwooper the second treat you already had in your hand before moving next to Ominis, grabbing his upper arm with both of your hands. “Don’t worry, he’s really friendly when I’m around.” Even so, you lead Ominis slowly, step by step, closer to your little creature friend. The fwooper turns his head almost 90 degrees as he watches, before righting himself and trilling softly. You giggle, letting go of Ominis and digging in your bag. Picking his hand up, you instruct him on how to flex his hand and place the treat on the centre of his palm. The fwooper takes a few wobbling steps closer, then leans and pops the treat right into his mouth once more.
“He is friendly,” Ominis agrees with a smile, turning his head to face your direction, “He must’ve caught that from you.” You laugh in response, shaking your head and placing another treat on his palm.
“I don’t know about all that. Though, Poppy did get me thinking.”
“About what?” You bite your lip, shrugging and feeling the brush of his robes against you.
“I don’t know. I mean, maybe he really does love the treats. And- well, maybe he only comes out here for the treats, y’know?” You try to smile but it feels forced, the weight of your self-doubt weighing on your chest, and you look over toward the fwooper, who seems to be watching the both of you with interest.
Ominis turns suddenly, moving his hands to grab your upper arms, and you’re surprised enough at this action to raise your eyes back up to meet his milky ones. “Anyone, and I mean anyone, creature or wixen, should be honoured to be in your company.” He takes a breath, and you start to see that familiar flush light his cheeks, “You practically radiate sunshine, and you’re so selfless it’s a wonder that everyone isn’t scrambling at your feet for your attention.” You laugh incredulously, shaking your head immediately.
“I don't know about all of that, Ominis. I’m just- well, I’m just me.” He chuckles lightly, raising his eyes to the sky and lightening his grip, rubbing your arms gently.
“Even a Hufflepuff needs emotional support sometimes, Y/N.” His eyes fall back in your direction, and his hands lower slowly until they mingle with your own. “I’d be honoured if I could be that for you.” Your jaw drops at this, eyes widening in surprise, and he lowers his voice, a fond smile lighting his face. “I mean, you’re already my own emotional support Hufflepuff, right? Why not be there for each other?”
You gulp loudly, then wince at the sound before nodding. Then, realizing your mistake, you open your mouth again to agree but your voice refuses to cooperate. You take a deep breath in, then take your hands away from Ominis, instead lifting your arms and wrapping them around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug. Your fwooper trills softly nearby, and you couldn’t have asked for a better day.
A/N: Let me know what you all think! A part 3 is possible if you all want? I know I kinda rushed the affection but I could explain it in later parts if this becomes a series!
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in a new body
pairing: draco malfoy x fem!insecure!reader (enemies to friends and maybe lovers, but not stated)
request: imagine being insecure about your stomach because of draco then he gets to know you and makes you feel more comfortable in your skin? please
warnings: body-hatred, insecurity of body, body dysmorphia(?), honestly just hating one's body
notes: this one hit home, just cried to my therapist last week about this! haha! live, laugh, love!
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you hated draco malfoy.
actually, hate is a strong word; you extremely disliked draco malfoy. he believed he was better than everyone else with his stupid face, his stupid slytherin family history, his stupid rich background, and his stupid cruelty towards you.
draco malfoy was stupid and you highly disliked him.
for years, you had received as much torment as harry potter from draco malfoy due to your weight, especially your stomach. you'd be the laughing stock of malfoy and the rest of his slytherin gang, no matter how many times ginny weasley and hermione granger would tell you, "don't pay that evil little cockroach any mind."
you wish you could say the same thing to the voice in your head, screaming at you to do those ab workouts, to not eat as much during the school meals. you wish you could just flip a switch, that draco would stop asking you how many pounds you put on just from breakfast alone, or if you had any trouble fitting into your skirt that morning.
"or you can just sock him in the throat," mentioned ron, mouth full of food.
"you wanna do it for me?" you asked back, an eyebrow raised. ron shook his head and went back to his plate.
hermione sighed beside you, "why not bring it up to dumbledore? or even snape? they should hear the vile things he says to you."
you shrugged, "i don't know, i don't think it's worth it, honestly. that might just make him come at me more and at the moment, i cannot handle that." you tried to laugh at the end, but it came out struggled.
ron gave a smile across from you, mouth full of food, "at least you're not harry, fighting draco constantly to see who the heir of slytherin is."
harry's face turned red, "ron, please, can we not?"
you gave a quiet laugh, "i actually appreciated that ron, thank you." harry groaned beside the redhead.
ginny was about to comment until you heard the goblin voice of draco malfoy himself directly behind you, "hey, y/n, walk any steps today to shed off some pounds? looks like you need to."
hermione glared at draco, "how dare you speak to her, or anyone, like that! you are utterly repulsive!"
draco glanced around the table, "granger, when?"
hermione shot him a look, "when what?"
draco snickered, "did i ask? but seriously y/n, give your legs a break from carrying all that!" and with that, he walked away, proud of himself as he pounded knuckles with crabbe and goyle.
ron and harry stood up, ready to lunge at draco before you gave them a look, shaking your head.
you bit your lip, "suddenly not hungry anymore. um, i think i'm gonna head up to the dorms. see you guys later?"
before anyone could disagree, you stood up from the benches and made your way out of the great hall, running into fred and george who quickly noticed your watery eyes.
"you alright there, y/n?" fred asked, and you nodded quickly, "yes, i'm fine but i have to go - study. goodbye."
the twins looked at one another, and then at your retreating form, "y/n, are you sure-" their question dropped as you continued on.
and with that, the twins were left dumbfounded until they were informed by their friends, brother, and sister.
not long after that incident, draco left you alone, making you and your friends become very suspicious, as if malfoy had a trick up his sleeve. but shockingly, he didn't, and he continued to not talk to you until potions class.
when professor snape decided partnering up different classmates was a great idea, and you two ended up together. he had wandered over to your desk, sitting beside you.
he smirked, "y/n."
you nodded, "listen, just let me do this potion so we can get a decent grade and then you can go back to torturing me, ok? unless you want your grade to suffer?"
draco stayed quiet, somewhat taken aback by your words, "i can help, you know, might as well make sure someone like you doesn't screw it up."
you looked up from the textbook, "someone like me? right, because i'm so repulsive to look at, draco. thank you for the reminder, i'll make sure to dedicate my next workout to you, you git."
with tears on the verge of falling, you grabbed your textbook and hastily walked out the room, professor snape yelling, "and two weeks worth of detention for you, miss l/n!"
you flipped him off right outside the classroom, somewhat bummed and relieved at the same time that he didn't see it.
draco was stunned, simple as that. he knew he was a jerk, a total asshole, but to him, it was pure fun. there was no harm - at least to him. but now, as he sat in potions class, noticing how all eyes were on him, he came to the realization that there was harm done.
draco never actually thought you were heavy or overweight, or even ugly; by merlin no, he thought you were so pretty. yet, he wanted to slap himself as that was no excuse to bully her until she cried - no, he knew that was the wrong way to go about it.
so then why did he do it? he hated that stupid saying that guys bullied girls because they liked them, but draco wondered if that were true in his case. or if he just didn't want to acknowledge his feelings for you.
he pondered the rest of potions class, speechless as to why he thought making fun of your weight was any excuse to talk to you. all he did was hurt you so deeply, cut wounds into your being.
draco knew he was an asshole, and knew he messed up. so how does he apologize?
apologizing was not his strong suit as he never needed to; well, at least to anyone besides his parents. why apologize to anyone else if nobody was as important as them? oh, but you were. you were so full of life and jokes, so kind to him when you all arrived as first-years, yet he has always been so cruel to you. was draco seriously this foreign to kindness that he decided the easiest way to reciprocate was to be mean?
yeah, i guess so.
draco stood up, his chair screeching against the floor. everyone looked at him and draco glanced to snape, "i've got to go." and with that, he was gone, leaving everyone with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.
hermione looked to ron, "where do you think he's going?"
ron shrugged, "beats me. maybe thinking of new insults to hurl at y/n. it's been a while."
hermione sighed and shuffled uncomfortably in her seat, "i wanna go look for her, ron."
harry heard her and shook his head, "bad idea; i think snape might lose it if one more person leaves or even raises their hand."
severus snape was indeed distraught at the behavior that was taking place in his classroom.
but he was not as taken aback as you were now in the astronomy tower.
why had it taken all up until now for you to snap? to even come back at him with something as much as anger? draco deserved to be yelled at, to be slapped, to be, as ron said, "socked in the throat."
you wiped your tears, sitting on the concrete floor as sobs racked your shoulders again. a few owls surrounded and flew around the tower as you whispered, "i hate my body. i have so much hatred for this fat, the way i look, the way i feel. i hate it." you sobbed, feeling the tears slip down your cheeks.
you let out a shaky breath, looking in your bag to grab a tissue before snot became your worst enemy. you wiped your nose, wrinkling it at the feeling before you sighed. you sniffled, tears filling your eyes again.
"i'm sorry."
you jumped, looking around for the source of the voice until you saw draco shuffle out of the darkness by the concrete wall.
you scoffed, "ugh, merlin! go away, malfoy. you're the last person i want to see right now, if you haven't caught on."
he kicked against the floor, "i deserve that."
"and i deserved your bullying, too, right?"
draco glanced to you, shaking his head even though yours had turned back around. he stepped closer, "no, no, you didn't. i'm... i'm a git, you're right."
you sniffled, looking to him as he sat beside you. you grumbled, "took you long enough."
draco huffed a laugh, "it did. and you can still hate me after this, but i truly am sorry. you didn't deserve what i said and did to you, and i can't imagine how you must feel."
silence enveloped between the both of you until he continued, "i heard what you said earlier, about your body."
your eyes had been closed, and you hummed, "not exactly a shocker."
"because of what i said? no, it's not, and i'm sorry again."
you held up a hand, looking at him, "draco."
draco looked you in the eyes, "y/n."
you gave a slight laugh, "it's okay, i forgive you."
draco nodded, "i'm sorry for making you feel so shitty about yourself. nobody deserves to feel that way, especially you, because you were nothing but kind to me and i treated you terribly."
you smiled softly at him, "you did, but you're apologizing now. my issues i can deal with on my own, but you took the time to apologize now so i'm grateful for that."
draco was stunned, a frown on his face, "how are you kind to me right now? i was terrible to you!"
you gave him side-eye, "i said terrible shit about you in my head, so i figured i should be nice."
the two of you laughed loudly at that comment, draco's eyes crinkling. as it died down, he rested a hand on the back of your head. he turned you towards him, "you're beautiful. truly stunning, y/n. i'm sorry i said those things about you."
you gave a small smile as tears welled in your eyes, "thank you draco, it's okay."
draco leaned back on his one hand, the other still in your hair, "can i help you in any way? to help you love yourself and your body?"
you were shocked to the core at his words this entire time, but now your eyes were just popping out of your head. you stumbled, "oh - no, no, i don't think so. it's just something i need to learn, y'know, to love my body. it's just...hard."
draco nodded and he smiled, "i have an idea."
your face drained of color, worried this might have been a joke all along. draco continued, "instead of insults, i'll give you compliments throughout the day. maybe that can help?"
this draco was so sweet compared to the old one; you suddenly had the urge to just grab his cheeks and go on about how sweet he was. this was such a turn of events.
"then," draco went on, "you wont want to be in a new body."
you smiled, "that sounds like a great idea, draco. thank you."
draco's cheeks flushed, "yeah, not a problem, it's whatever."
maybe during this new change in events, draco and yourself can figure out how to deal with the pounding in your chests.
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malfoylust · 1 year
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DRACO MALFOY SMUT <3
- potions class -
soft dom draco / sub fem [oral sex from draco]
*:・゚✧*:・゚・゚゚・*:・゚✧
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anxiously tapping your foot under your desk, you sighed, cupping one hand on your chin.
as much as you loved potions, you couldn’t wait to get out of class.
he always made you nervous.
thinking about him, you felt your heart start beating out of your chest.
literally.
all you wanted to do was get back to your room & lay in your bed.
you had a crush on draco malfoy. luna knows all about him. you rant to her daily about how you want to run your fingers through his hair.
let’s not forget your wet dreams you have of him.
you fantasize of his lips crashing on yours & you feeling his body against yours.
you start to blush thinking about it. (completely tuning out slughorn)
you look around anxiously hoping no one can see your blushed face. it’s so embarrassing. you can’t help but blush when literally anyone talks to you.
as you quickly scan the room you catch malfoy looking at you.
you turn red & look towards slughorn as he teaches a lesson.
(a moment later)
in the corner of your eyes you see someone sit next to you. (slughorn was too invested in the lesson to even notice)
it was malfoy.
you felt sick. the butterflies in your stomach were making you ache.
“hey y/n” he whispered
you pretended not to hear. a few seconds passed so it was too awkward to say anything.
you gasped as his hand rested on your thigh.
as much as you liked having him near you, you wanted his touch more.
“is this okay?”
your voice shaky. you said yes.
you kept your gaze towards slughorn. you could not look at malfoy. he makes you so nervous.
he took his hand off your thigh & started twirling his fingers in your hair.
“do i make you nervous?” he whispered as he lightly tugged on your hair between his fingers.
you wanted him. bad.
malfoy traced his fingers down your arm making you shiver.
finally class was over. as much as you wanted to get back in bed, you wanted draco in it.
you finally turned to him. your face flushed. your eyes met his eyes.
you still haven’t said a word to him.
“i want to kiss you.” you blurted out.
in shock you both looked around to make sure no one heard that.
you turned back to him as he glanced at your lips.
“lead the way.” malfoy said as he fidgeted with his rings.
(smut warning)
before you could even set you bags down in your room, you feel malfoy’s hands grab your waist.
gently moving your hair out of the way, he starts kissing your neck. you loved the feeling of draco’s breath caressing your neck.
he spun you around so you are facing him.
your lips clashing with his.
his hands cupping your face as he kisses you passionately. he gently backs you up on the edge of the bed.
“if this is too much let me know.” he whispered.
you wanted more.
“touch me draco,” you whispered lustily in between his kisses.
leaving your lips, he leaves love bites down your neck.
while he unbuttons your blouse, you pull down your skirt, leaving you in your bralette & underwear.
kissing your breasts, draco grabs both of your breasts as you run your hands through his blonde hair.
this drives him crazy.
looking up at you his lips make their way down to your bellybutton.
as your breathing gets faster, malfoy starts to unbutton his shirt.
he sees your face get red as you waited eagerly for him to continue.
panting, “you’re beautiful,” malfoy tells you.
before you could process his words, you feel his hands move up both your thighs.
after he removes your underwear, revealing your pulsing pussy, malfoy gently pushes your legs apart & starts to kiss your thigh.
you let out a moan as you feel his warm breath near your heat.
he teases you by touching your wet pussy, looking at you.
your back arched as you feel two fingers enter your heat.
after a few seconds, you feel his mouth sucking on your opening.
malfoy slowly circles his tongue inside of you. giving you the greatest pleasure you have ever had.
as you feel your body almost coming to a climax, you hear malfoy whisper to you.
“moan for me love.”
gripping one hand in his hair and one hand on your bed sheets, you moan in pleasure.
“draco…i’m gonna-“
feeling malfoy’s fingers pump faster inside you drives you crazy.
exhaling a shaky moan, you climax over draco’s fingers.
draco lays next to you while you both pant.
you turn to his eyes gazing at you.
draco blushes and turns away from you.
rebuttoning his shirt, draco smirks & turns to you again.
“shit. you make me nervous.”
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(this is my first ever smut…) <3
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missuntitledblog · 7 months
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I once read a post before, wondering what it would be like Snape teaching Luna potions
midjourney ai generated
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4everflowercore · 1 year
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A little treat for yall ❤️ I spend an ungodly amount of time searching for all the voice clips and cutting them together (not necessarily in the chronological order) 🙈
Volume up 🔈
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hogwartslegacypics · 1 year
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i was not expecting to turn and see ominis right there, i’m laughing so hard
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cursedonyx · 4 months
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It's not easy for poor Poppy to concentrate at the best of times, and it's near impossible when a sexy beast like Garreth is wandering around.
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slytherin-paramour · 7 months
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I couldn't resist a few more of our sweet little Gryffindor, this time doing what he does best!
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charmedimsure · 8 months
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this has been in my head for days and i needed to make it
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basiatlu · 6 months
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Day 9: Potion - Poison??
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Harry is doing his very best, you guys.
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miss--soapy · 5 months
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Professor Sharp during potions class!
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dorelia23 · 6 months
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I saw one spell fly off and was like, Doesn't matter if I calm him down or not, Snape is gonna kill us both.
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what a perv!
pairing: ronald weasley x fem!reader (usage of she/her pronouns)
request: based on a request in which ron is obsessed with fem!reader's breasts and snape notices ron's fascination, calling him out by saying, "I would greatly appreciate it if Mr. Ron would stop looking at Miss (reader)'s breasts and pay attention to my class."
warnings: embarrassment on ron's end, kinda fetishizing the female body/obsessing over woman's breasts cus it's ron and snape isn't afraid to call ron out
note: back to writing, i am! it has been a looooong time, but I'm ready to update and get on track!
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y/n's head was turned towards professor snape, hearing every word of caution and wisdom that fell from the man's mouth concerning the creation of draught of living death. her front, however, was in direct view of one ron weasley, and his eyes were not focused on his professor.
instead, they settled on a pair of breasts belonging to his lab partner, y/n l/n.
ron wasn't a pervert by any means, and that was true. he was a hormonal boy who was interested in the female body - a specific someone's body, but that is besides the point.
severus snape didn't think so, as he noticed the boy's gaze. the professor paused his lecture before taking a breath, "mr. weasley, i do think it would greatly benefit your grade if you stopped looking at ms. l/n's breasts and paid attention."
immediately, ron's face grew hot and he ducked his head, ginger hair falling over his eyes. his fingers became the most interesting thing he had seen all his life, and he didn't want to look up and notice how y/n had pulled up her blouse, making sure no cleavage was showing.
snape's face grew into a slight smirk, content in embarrassing weasley for such an act. he continued on with his lesson, making sure to go without missing a beat, and eventually let the students off on their own. he'd be coming around to check their excuse of a potion.
ron balled his hands into fists and he looked up at y/n, noticing that she'd become interested in biting her bottom lip and trying to focus on the potion. he mumbled, "i'm sorry about that, y/n, truly."
y/n glanced at ron, her cheeks feeling hot, "it's alright, ron. sorry if i distracted you."
ron's heart dropped. that's the opposite of how he wanted her to feel or even say. "no, no, sweetheart," he began, "it wasn't you. i just, i'm not a perv, promise. just get distracted sometimes."
she felt her cheeks get hotter as her eyes kept moving from her textbook and then to ron, "distracted?"
ron groaned, dreading this conversation, "well, yeah, by your breasts. the shirt does wonders, they look...great?"
he cringed as the words came out of his mouth, and y/n couldn't help but laugh. she smiled, "well, thank you, ron. glad to know that you're not a perv, but isn't that something all pervs would say?"
she laughed again at ron's face turned into one of horror, and once he realized she genuinely wasn't pissed at him, he cracked a smile. ron gave her a look, "i genuinely am sorry if i made you feel self-conscious or anything."
y/n reached across the table and laid her hand atop of his, "it's alright, ron. i was just taken aback by snape's sudden announcement. but thank you for the compliment."
ron nodded his head, "okay, glad we're good, sweetheart."
the two sat in silence, neither one wanting to move their hands until ron held onto her's a second more, "can i take you out sometime? maybe to hogsmeade?"
y/n's features fell into a smile and she crossed her legs under the desk, feet kicking lightly in excitement. she nodded, "i'd love that, ron."
harry and hermione couldn't believe their ears and turned towards one another, eyebrows raised, "what?"
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picklesonjupiter · 1 year
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It's stupid allowing first years (11-year-olds) to brew potions. That's like allowing children to handle chemicals when they do not know how to handle dangerous substances without harming people. One simple mistake and a potion can have catastrophic reactions. I understand why Snape was strict in his Potions class, especially with Neville, because messing up any of the steps of potions making could harm the students. I would also get upset at students who don't pay attention to instructions about potions that could turn lethal if there are any mishaps.
Hogwarts shouldn't allow brewing until third or fourth year after the students learn the practical side of potions.
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