#side pairing: blaise x luna

[dramioneasks]

The Handkerchief - Gr8t_78 - E, 140 chapters, Words: 400,277 - **this work is entirely canon compliant** The years at Hogwarts were a trying time for Harry Potter, but he was not the only wizard to experience trials and tribulations over those years. Draco Malfoy, pureblood and heir to two Noble and Ancient Houses within the Sacred 28, finds himself in a secret relationship with a muggle born witch. If his father or his fellow Slytherins found out, he's certain things won't end well for either of them. But his draw to this witch is too great. Following the perspective of Draco beginning in the first year, we see all of the things that Harry missed over the years, namely that his best friend was secretly dating his rival the entire time. How will it all end?

[angelfrombeneth]

7 MINUTES - T . NOTT

Mature Content Ahead

Theodore Nott x F!Reader

Summary: *REQUESTED* During a late night with your friends, after a chaotic slytherin party - you all wind down in the boys dorms. After a while, a game is played with a twist, Who knows what'll happen in that small wardrobe.

Warnings: SMUT, Switch!Theo, Switch!Reader, Oral both F & M!Receiving, Breathplay, Dacryphillia

A/N: This isn't proof read, I apologise. I've been really busy with deadlines so writing may not be as good. I'm writing a good two part smut that'll come out soon!

You and Theodore are friends, and have been for years. You both harbour a small crush on one another but neither of you two know about the others crush - and neither do your friends, except Pansy.

Pansy knows every single secret that passes through Hogwarts. She knows everything about everyone and basically has hundreds of secrets at her disposal. Times like these, makes you grateful you guys are friends and not enemies.

After an infamous Slytherin party, which was chaotic as always. You all retreated up to the boys dorm and into Mattheo, Theodore and Enzo's shared dorm - much to Mattheo's dismay.

Mattheo stumbled over to his bed, crashing face first into the pillows, letting out a loud groan.

"I told you not to drink so much" Pansy scoffed, throwing a pillow harshly at him as she grabbed your hand and pulled you over to Enzo, who was sat on his bed.

You sat, giggling as you snuggled between Pansy and Enzo. The pair cuddling you from both sides.

"Why is it that the gay ones get the most action" Draco scoffed in our direction. Sitting beside Blaise on Theo's bed as Theo sat pratically ontop of Mattheo.

"Don't be upset Draco, we get more action that you" Pansy snickered.

"Fuck off" Draco scoffs.

At that moment Daphne, Luna, Astoria, Cedric and Hermione join. Hermione was particularly nervous being in the Slytherin common room, especially the fact her two best friends are Slytherin mega haters.

You and Pansy had adopted Hermione into your 'girlie' group after you heard abt issues between her and Ron, she needed some girly guidance and you guys were there.

"Mione!" You cheered, as she smiled seeing you as she walked over you both exchanging a hug.

"Nice to know your excited to see me Y/N" Astoria scoffed. You and Astoria were good friends, with her being Daphne's younger sister she was worried about bonding with people - but you two were like glue always having the best jokes together.

"Shut up Tori" You laughed.

Everyone sat down in huddles and exchanged light conversation. Mattheo pulled out his bong which got everyone looking at him. It wasn't long before everyone sat in a circle and was passing it around and basking in the 'chill vibes'.

You were sat inbetween Enzo and Astoria, giggling away at something Enzo had said. You felt eyes on you, and looked up to see Theo's dark piercing gaze looming over you. He had been looking at you all night, you noticed it and he knew you knew. But you both were too pussy to even make a move.

He turned away, putting a cigarette in his mouth, covering the end as he lit it with his lighter before taking the cigarette between his fingers, leaning back and exhaling up in the air. His arms tensed as he held his weight his muscles slightly prominent. Theo was the definition of a sleeper build, you didn't know for sure but what you had seen from his arms you had a suspicion.

"Alright!" Pansy slapped her hands together. "I think we should play a game. How about, kiss or tell~" She sang. Everyone laughing at her, a few groans sounding around the room.

"Kiss or tell?" Hermionie questioned.

Daphne giggled at her as she sat back on Blaises lap, "Its where someone asks you kiss or tell, you choose and if it's kiss- we spin the bottle and whoever it lands on you kiss OR tell, you have to answer a truth question". Hermione nodded.

"Okay... I'll start Kiss or Tell.. Enzo" Pansy smiled to Enzo.

"Tell because I know you want some secrets" Enzo smirked.

"I always do, now.. Is it true you hooked up with Pucey and Wood in the same night" Everyone's head snapped to Enzo hearing the same rumour had been circulating Hogwarts for a few weeks.

"Yes and No? I did hook up with Pucey and Wood in the same night but it was also Fred Weasley too" He smirked. Everyone laughing at his response.

"You whore!" Draco laughed.

"I always knew you were sneaky" Mattheo looked at Enzo.

"Is that why I had to sleep on the fucking common room couch?" Theo scoffed.

Everyone laughed due to Theo's confession. The game went on a few more times, Draco choosing to kiss Blaise, Blaise admiring he blocked the toilet, Cedric and Enzo kissing, Pansy and Luna kissing, Hermione and Daphnne kissing, Enzo and You kissing which then brings you back to Enzo again.

"OK OK.. Astoria, Kiss or Tell?"

"Kiss duh!" She said as she pushed her hair back from her shoulders.

"Kiss... Mattheo" Enzo span the bottme, watching as it landed on Mattheo, he smirked. Only you, Pansy and Enzo knew of Astoria's mini crush on Mattheo.

You hid your mouth behind your hand as he grinned. Her eyes shooting daggers towards you and Enzo.

"Pucker up, sugar tits" Mattheo sighed as he watched Astoria get up from her spot.

"Shut up Mattheo" She groaned as she crouched before him, placing her hand on his shoulder as she kissed him.

Whopping sounded through the room as the pair kissed, after a few moment they pulled away- surprisingly both very red.

"Mattheo are you hard" Theo teased him, earning a massive smack over the head. "Ow! Fuck!"

You giggled slightly as Theo, rubbed the back of his head, looking up at you.

"Actually, I wanna change the rules because that was cruel!" She smirked as she rubbed her chin, staring directly at you. "Y/N" She cooed.

You stared at her blankly. "7 minutes" everyone sounded intruiged. "In the wardrobe with... Theodore" Astoria didn't know about your crush on Theo. Only Pansy but you froze when she said his name.

"Interesting pairing Tori" Blaise quirked.

"Very interesting actually, I didn't expect that" Cedric looked to Enzo, him nodding along.

You stood up, darting your eyes over to Pansy who had a devilish grin.

"While your both in there we will play Spin the bottle!" Astoria clasped her hands. You turned your head away from her and was faced with a chest. Theo's chest as he stood infront of you. You froze for a moment but he took your wrist and guided you over to the slightly walk in wardrobe. The pair of you pulled the door to the side as you stepped in, closing the door.

"Seven minutes!" Astoria yelled and that's the last thing you heard before shut.

"Why would she change the game" You scoffed, leaning against the wall.

"Very Astoria, flippy-floppy as always" He laughed. The small light in the room, lighting up his face slightly but it was still quiet dark. The pair of you leaning against opposite walls as you looked at eachother. Despite being on other sides it was a small wardrobe. His leg was pratically sandwiched between yours as you both cramped in here. Theo was like 6'1 and you were like 5'6 so the height difference was a bit.

"Its so cramped in here" You moved slightly, looming up to see Theo right above you. This was a very uncomftable situation and you were getting hot. "Its quite hot in here-" You awkwardly laughed as you fanned yourself.

Theo smirked down at you, noticing your very prominent cheeks. He had an ideas, he wanted to test- it was either now or never. He lifted his leg slightly between yours rubbing his thigh against your core as yiu squeaked. "Sorry, its quite tight-"

Your face reddened, your mind was plagued with dirty thoughts as you let out a shaky laugh. "Its ok-" You croaked.

"Fuck my life, your oblivious" Theo groaned as he placed a hand on your neck, crashing his lips against yours. You froze for a moment which caused Theo to pull away. Before he could say anything you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him back as your lips hit eachothers. This is all you wanted, was to kiss Theo.

Theo's free hand slid down your waist and around to your ass as he squeezed it slightly. You gasped at the motion which he took as an invitation to shove his tonguebin your mouth. The two of you were making out for what felt like forever before you both pulled away panting.

You stared at him, his face just millimeteres from yours. You can feel eachothers breath on one another. You saw his lips curl into a smirk as he pecked your lips once more before latching his mouth to your neck. It took you off guard and you let out a soft squeak as you leaned your head back. His lips were attacking your neck, nibbling and sucking but not enough to leave a prominent hickey which you were grateful. He moved further down towards your chest before stopping and looking up at you. You smiled down at him and he took that as permission as he reached round and unzipped your strapless dress, watching as it fell from your body revealing your extremely bare breasts.

"One piece of fabric covering these.. Fuck me" He smirked, kissing towards your breast before latching his mouth onto them, sucking the skin softly as he groped the other one with his hand. You let out soft shaky moans, gripping his hair tightly as you leaned your head back.

"Fuck- Teddy" you sighed, you could feel his smirk against your skin as he pulled away, dropping to his knees as he pushed you up against the folding door. It rustled for a moment but you were too invested in Theo. He bit and sucked at your thighs, definitely leaving marks here as he moved closer and closer to your core. His fingers hooking on the sides of your panties as he looked up at you.

"May I?" You nodded as he smiled, pulling tour panties down slowly as you quickly stepped out of them and he tucked them in his pocket. "Going to keep these, a little trophy"

Before you could protest his hand pushed your stomach as you leaned back against the door, your hands tangled in his hair as you peered down at him.

"Don't worry Bella, I'm a master" He smirked as he tapped your thigh for you to spread your legs before diving in head first.

You yelped, gripping at his hair as you leaned back, nibbling at your lip to hold your moans in. You gasped as you felt his tongue move inside of you, his nose rubbing against your clit as he ate you out.

You were entranced in heaven. Theo lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder to get a deeper angle, you really were in heaven. You tugged his hair as you let out soft moans, being careful not to be too loud.

"Fuck!" Your body betraying you as you slapped a hand over your mouth quickly as you grinded down on his face. Your eyes rolling in pleasure as he tongue moved lyrically against your folds. Like he was singing a song. The way he swirled and flicked had you nearly on the floor, if it wasn't for him and the door supporting you.

You gasped loudly as you whimpered out tugging his hair before throwing your head back and cumming all over his face. You panted heavily, your hand still over your mouth as you stood out of breath.

Theo pulled away, putting your leg down as he smirked, licking his lips as he stood up to look at you. "Taste perfect"

You gulped as you looked up at him.

"I love how you're still nervous, you're cute. Now taste yourself" He smiled as he kissed you softly once again. His hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer. You could feel his clothed boner rubbing against your stomach as you gulped.

"Mhm.. Cute" He smiled as he pulled away. Theo didn't expect anything from you which was a huge change. He wanted to pleasure you and that's that- but you wanted to pleasure him.

You took his wrist looking at his watch. 4 minutes. You flicked your hair back as you settled onto your knees. Theo looking down at your questionably as you tugged at his trousers.

"Oh- Bella you don't have to-"

"Shh, I want to" You smiled, yanking off his belt, dropping it to the floor as you unbuttoned his trousers, yanking them down.

His throbbing erection directly infront of you in his boxers. You took a deep breath before yanking down his boxers, as they dropped to his ankles. Watching as his dick sprung out. You stared up at him in disbelief due to the size. You hasn't been with anyone this big before.

"You think you can take it, Principessa" He smirked as he caressed your cheek.

"I can try" You chuckled, pumping him a few times before licking the tip softly. His bottle lip instantly retracting into his mouth as he bit the flesh. You worked on getting him excited, licking up his length and swirling your tongue around the tip as you listened to his gasps and sighs above.

After a small amount of teasing you took the first few inches into your mouth. Sucking softly as you used your hands to satisfy the rest. Soft moans left his mouth as his hand collected your hair and yanked it into a ponytail.

"Fuck- your so hot" He sighed.

You take a few more inches, bobbing your head up and down at this point as you gripped his thigh. After getting used to it you took him in whole. You gagged slightly at first but continued to swirl your tongue around his whole length as you moved your head up and down against it. Theo's soft whines leaving his lips as he leaned back, panting heavily.

"Fuck yes.. More" He whimpered out as he pleaded to you. You didn't know you needed to see a submissive Theodore till now.

You continued to work your magic, popping his dick out your mouth as you licked and sucked the side before deep throwing yet again. The moans and whines from him as he hit your throat were amazing. You snaked your free hand that wasn't gripping his thigh down between your legs and you rubbed your clit. Grinding down against it as you hummed, bobbing your head. He was making you feel good all over and it was driving you insane.

"Fuck- Y/N- I can't hold back.. Fuck im sorry" He yelped as he gasped, gripping your hair tightly as he began to fuck into your mouth. It didn't take you completely off guard as you prepared for it. Your eyes rolled slightly as he continuesly hit the back of your throat, light gags coming from you as you slid your finger past your folds and inside of you as you fucked yourself.

Theo's breathless moans and whines sounded the wardrobe as he growled as he fucked into your throat harshly. Tears streaming down your face as your hand gripped harder on his thigh.

"Yes, take it like the slut you are hmm.. your a slut for me right" You hummed loudly as you sobbed with his cock full in your mouth.

"Love it, when cry for me" He smirked, watching as tears fell down your face. His pace speeding up at the sight.

You needed to tap out it was too much for you, you pushed your finger inside you once more before you came all over it, quickly pulling you as you gripped his thighs tightly aa his pace sped. You gaged quite loudly as tears poured from your eyes. Theo pulled out quickly for a moment, jerking himself off harshly as he took your head in his hand. "Yiu ok- Fuck" He moaned as he panted, his dick twitching in his fist.

You coughed slightly, before wiping your mouth and eyes looking up at him nodding.

"Good girl- Ah.. fuck- stick out your tongue" He groaned, as he watched you stick your tongue out staring up at him. His thrusts his hand roughly over his dick as he let out a deep groan as his body jerked as he came on your face, but mostly in your mouth.

You swallowed it all, before licking your lips and wiping some off your cheek and sucking your finger. You stood up looking up at him and smiling as he smiled softly at you, with a fucked out expression.

He leaned against the wall panting heavily as his hand was over his eyes. "Fuck- I can't even see straight" He laughed. You giggled, taking his wrist checking the time and seeing 1 minute.

You pulled your dress back on, zipping it up as you pulled Theo's phone from his jeans, fixing your makeup in the minimal light.

"You got me fucked up" He laughed, pulling up his boxers and jeans and buckling his belt before wiping his face over and ruffling his hair.

"Good, and I'd happily do it again" You smirked, flattening your hair out as the two of you now look widely presentatable.

Just in the moment you heard a mumble before light pours into the wardrobe as the door is ripped open. You squinted adjusting to the light, everyone looking at the pair of you.

"What! I wanted to catch them fucking or something" Mattheo scoffed.

"Boring, I would've been so down for that" Astoria groaned.

"We just spoke, there's nothing else to do" You shrugged, walking back to the group. Pansy's eyes like daggers on you and Theo as she scanned you both. You'd nearly gotten away with it until you turned towards Daphne who was sat next to her to reply and she saw the dark bite mark on your thigh just under your dress.

"Gotcha" She smirked to you and you looked at her clueless. You sat back down in your seat opposite Theo as the two of you smiled to one another.

You'd be doing this again sometime soon...

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[myfictionalboyfriendsandme]

Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming

Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x female!reader, Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini x Luna Lovegood

Prompt(s): "Shut up, I'm trying to confess my love to you."

Word Count: around 4,100

Warning(s): very AU, sad reader, swearing, DRAMIONE FOREVER, Sirius and Remus are alive FIGHT ME, mentions blood but nothing graphic, changing certain rules about Hogwarts to fit the story (prefect rules specifically), no house for the reader is mentioned but I suppose it's implied that she's gryffindor??

Rating: T (one f bomb)

Author's Note(s): This is so self indulgent, lol. I love fictional Theo. I don't know if y'all picture someone specific in your head but I always envision Cody Christian as Theo. Enjoy!

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"(Y/N), are you okay?"

It was always the same question.

(Y/N), are you okay? 

(Y/N), do you need anything?

(Y/N), can we do anything for you?

And she always gave the same answer.

"No, I'm fine."

But she wasn't fine, and she hadn't been fine for quite some time.

She sat alone in her bedroom at 12 Grimmauld Place. The rain pattering down against the window like tears against the glass. The fireplace was lit, emmitting a soft glow about the room. A shabby knitted blanket was wrapped around her shoulders, keeping in what little warmth she felt. There was a cup of tea sitting on the side table that she hadn't touched since Mrs. Weasley put it there, the heat long gone.

She was surrounded by people. The entire Order of the Phoenix would spend their days coming and going. The permanent residents of 12 Grimmauld Place, like the Weasley family and of couse Sirius and Remus, wandered the house daily awaiting news of anything.

And she still felt so lonely.

No one in the house really understood why she felt the way she did. No one except Hermione. Hermione was in the same situation as her, she just hid her feelings better. No one knew that Hermione would sneak into (Y/N)'s room at night and the two girls would cry themselves to sleep, hugging each other in comfort. (Y/N) was the only one around who knew how Hermione was really feeling.

Distraught.

Sad.

Frightened.

On the verge of losing the only shred of sanity they had left.

There was a sharp knock on (Y/N)'s door before she heard it open, knocking her from her melancholy trance.

"(Y/N)."

She turned to look at Hermione standing in the doorway.

"Sirius just sent a patronus." She said, her voice laced with urgency. "He's on his way here and he has three defectors with him."

(Y/N) immediately stood up, the blanket around her shoulders abandoned in the chair, her eyes wide. "Hermione..."

The other girl nodded. "I know."

Bounding towards the door, (Y/N) wiped her eyes. "Could it be them?"

"I don't know."

"Did Sirius say anything else?"

"No."

"Absolutely nothing?"

"Just that he's on his way here."

She felt like she'd been struck by lightning.

"(Y/N), we have to be emotionally prepared if it's not them." Hermione whispered.

"Fuck that, Hermione."

"(Y/N)..."

"No. I can't take this anymore. I really can't."

Before Hermione could say anything else, there was a commotion from downstairs. The two girls whipped their heads toward the staircase. Muffled screams were coming from the main level of the house.

(Y/N) looked at Hermione before the two of them exited the room, moving to look over the third floor banister. They saw Harry and Ron rushing down the stairs, Ginny and Luna close behind.

"Let's go." (Y/N) said, already making her way to the top of the stairs.

She hurried down the steps as fast as she could without hurting herself, Hermione on her heels.

Please, please, please let him be here. Please let him be okay.

Once they reached the landing between the first flight of stairs and the second, (Y/N) scanned the main floor. Harry and Ron stood at the bottom of the stairs, their attention turned towards whatever was happening in the dining room. Her eyes moved towards the doorway and she froze. Standing there was Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood wrapped in his arms.

Her heart stopped.

"Blaise?" She asked.

His eyes moved towards her.

Another body moved through the doorway revealing a head of platinum blonde hair.

Hermione gasped. "Draco?"

His head snapped to where they stood on the landing. "Hermione!"

Hermione moved past (Y/N) and rushed down the rest of the stairs before throwing herself into the boy's arms.

(Y/N) stopped breathing.

Three of them. There's supposed to be three of them. Where is he?

She carefully made her way down the rest of the stairs, moving by a very disgruntled Ron Weasley and a rather perplexed Harry Potter. "Where is he?" She couldn't help but notice that Blaise and Draco were both covered in blood. Her voice cracked as she felt the tears well up in her eyes. "Blaise, please."

He looked at her, his brown eyes tired and full of sympathy. Another scream echoed through the house. Without a word, he looked towards the dining room.

That's when her heart cracked in two.

Members of the Order were scattered around the room. Ginny was running back and forth between the dining room table and the parlour carrying bandages and vials of what looked like healing salves. Remus and Sirius stood with their backs to the main doorway, going through the vials and picking out what would be the most helpful before setting them on the table in a separate pile. Molly was scurrying this way and that around the table, her attention set on something different every few seconds. But on the table was a boy, bloody and writhing in pain.

Theo.

She fell to her knees, her face in her hands. "No..." The tears that had been pooling in her eyes finally fell. A pair of arms wrap around her. "He can't die. He can't die. He can't die."

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N). Come on, you don't need to see this." Hermione held her up, supporting almost all of her weight so she wouldn't fall back to the ground. "Mrs. Weasley knows what she's doing."

(Y/N)'s eyes darted back to Theo. "I can't leave him."

"Let's just go to the kitchen and let them work. We won't be far."

As Theo let out another agonizing cry, (Y/N) let Hermione lead her away. She looked back towards the dining room entryway but it was blocked by Blaise, Luna, and Draco who were following them down the hallway. The three looked back at her with sympathetic eyes.

The next thing (Y/N) knew, the group had entered the kitchen. Hermione had pulled out a chair for her to sit in before taking the seat directly to her right. Draco followed suit and sat next to Hermione while Blaise and Luna sat across from them. Once they were situated, Blaise grabbed Luna's hand and held it in his lap.

"We didn't know you and Blaise were seeing each other, Luna." Hermione observed.

Luna laid her head against his shoulder, smiling softly despite the sadness of her friend. Blaise glanced down at her before answering. "We're both rather private, Granger. We didn't really want to advertise our relationship to all of Hogwarts, especially considering the state of the wizarding world."

Hermione nodded. She looked at Draco. "I understand that. I think we all do."

There was a moment of silence as everyone at the table took in their current situation. (Y/N), finally snapping back to reality, looked at Blaise again. There were blood stains covering the front of his shirt and a rip in the sleeve of his jacket. Draco also looked disheveled, his usuaully styled hair unkempt and scruffy. Both boys had dark circles under their eyes.

"What happened?"

Blaise made eye contact with (Y/N). More screams sounded from upstairs. "(Y/N), I don't think-"

"I want to know." She interrupted.

He sighed. "Okay." He looked at Hermione then back to (Y/N). "We've been planning to defect for months. I think we all came to the same conclusion around the same time. The night Dumbledore died."

Out of the corner of her eye, (Y/N) could see Draco squeeze Hermione's hand.

"We wanted to stay that night, but it was impossible. They would have killed us right then and there. We had no choice but to leave." Blaise paused and looked at Draco. "We practically had to drag Theo." He cleared his throat. "Earlier today, we were summoned to go on a mission. Someone had gotten word to the Dark Lord about Order members being in Diagon Alley. We were told we would have the upper hand so an ambush would be easy. That's when Draco sent his patronus to Sirius."

"Draco, that could've been dangerous! What if someone had seen you?" Hermione scolded.

The blonde rolled his eyes. "No one knows I can even form a patronus, Hermione. It was the only way to get word to the Order as fast as possible."

"Yes, now we all know that Draco's patronus is an otter. Adorable, mate." Blaise quipped.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Oh, piss off."

"Anyway," Blaise continued, "when we showed up, it was already a shit show. The fighting had already begun, so they sent us in as reinforcements. Luckily for us, it looked like the Order was winning. That was the only way our plan was going to work."

"I saw Sirius right away." Draco added. "There was no one else around right then so I helped him disarm Yaxley, then before anything else could happen I cast my patronus again. Poor bloke looked like he'd seen a ghost."

"That's when Theo asked him for help." Blaise leaned forward, his elbows on the table. "Sirius rushed us into a side alley and asked if we were being honest. It didn't really take much convincing though. We all looked rather... anxious. Then he told us to apparate to the Burrow. Said he'd meet us there after the fighting had stopped."

There was another pause as Blaise hesitated.

Draco continued. "The four of us were about to apparate, but-"

"The four of you?" Hermione asked.

He nodded then bowed his head. "Pansy was with us, too."

(Y/N) watched Hermione put her hand on Draco's back in comfort.

"Before any of us could leave, we were cornered in the alleyway." Blaise spoke up. "Sirius stepped in front of us and blocked a curse, which obviously tipped off the one's shooting at us that we were no longer on the same side. It was Dolohov and Theo's dad. They just started shooting anything they could at us, yelling about blood traitors and the like. Well, that caught the attention of Bellatrix."

(Y/N) felt her blood run cold at the name.

"She rounded the corner and when she saw Draco, she went ballistic." Blaise explained. "She sent hexes at all of us but she took one last look at Draco before she sent the killing curse his way."

Draco shifted uncomfortably in his chair. (Y/N) saw a tear form in his eye. "Pansy saved me." He sniffled.

Hermione whipped her head at Draco in surprise as (Y/N) let out a light gasp.

Blaise took a deep breath before he continued speaking. "None of us could have seen it coming. She just... stepped in front of him. Then she was gone. We didn't have time to do anything about it. I saw Lupin and a Weasley come up behind Dolohov and then Sirius yelled for us to go, so we apparated."

"So what happened to Theo?" (Y/N) asked, wiping her eyes.

"It was his father." Draco sneared. "Bastard sent a cutting curse at Theo before he could apparate."

Blaise sighed. "Sirius and Mr. Weasley showed up seconds after we did. They probably planned on more of an interrogation but then they saw Theo and brought us straight here."

There was a lull in conversation then. None of them had anything else to say. Hermione was rubbing circles into Draco's upper back. (Y/N) just stared at a spot on the wooden table, unable to meet eyes with anyone.

Another screamed echoed through the house.

Luna stood up. "I think I'll make some tea."

As the blonde moved about the kitchen, (Y/N) felt heartbroken. Heartbroken for Theo. Heartbroken for Pansy. Blaise. Draco. All of them.

They didn't deserve any of this.

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She wasn't sure how long she'd been sitting at the kitchen table staring at the same spot of wood, but she noticed the tea in front of her was cold.

As usual.

"(Y/N)?"

Her head snapped to the doorway. Ginny stood there, observing everyone in the room before looking back at her. "Uh, mum says you can come up if you'd like."

She didn't have to be told twice.

Dashing up the stairs two by two, she didn't think she'd ever moved so fast in her life. She made it down the hallway and to the dining room entryway in record time, the rest of the group following behind her. (Y/N) looked into the room and saw that it wasn't as chaotic as the last time she'd been standing there. The dining room table had been transfigured into a bed. Mrs. Weasley stood near the foot of it, looking at Theo who had been laid against the pillows. His arms and his chest were wrapped in bandages, but he was breathing.

"(Y/N), dear." Mrs. Weasley whispered, beckoning her closer.

Inching her way into the room, (Y/N) looked to the motherly woman. She looked exhausted. "Is he...?" (Y/N) asked, trailing off.

"He's going to be fine." Mrs. Weasley answered. "He lost a lot of blood, but we gave him a blood replenishing potion. He probably won't wake up for a while yet, but I can assure you he will be okay."

(Y/N) released a breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding.

"Do you need anything, dear? What can I do for you?"

(Y/N) was in awe. What would any of them have done without Molly Weasley?

Finally taking her eyes off Theo, (Y/N) turned to face her. "You've done more than enough, Mrs. Weasley." She made her way closer to the woman and threw her arms around her in an embrace. "I can't even begin to thank you for what you've done."

(Y/N) felt Mrs. Weasley's arms tighten around her just a smidge before pulling back and smiling at her, the corners of her eyes crinkling. "Is this boy the reason you haven't been drinking your tea?"

In that moment, she really couldn't help herself. (Y/N) gave a soft chuckle before turning her face towards Theo. "Is it that obvious?"

Mrs. Weasley continued smiling, her eyes softening just a touch. "Oh, (Y/N), the boys under this roof might be a bit dense, but I'm not." She moved to grab a blanket from a chair in the corner before making her way back. "I knew something had to be bothering you. I would've bet anything that it was a someone." She wrapped the blanket around (Y/N)'s shoulders. "Does he know how you feel?"

(Y/N) didn't know how to answer. Did Theo know how she felt? She thought he did, but come to think of it, she'd never out right said the words I love you to him.

In the grand scheme of things, (Y/N) and Theo hadn't actually been together for very long. She'd always had a crush on him, there was no doubt of that, but they hadn't really spoken to one another until their sixth year at school. If (Y/N) was really being honest with herself, she'd always been too nervous to even look in his direction, afraid she'd do something to embarrass herself. Then, one fateful day in potions class, Professor Slughorn introduced amortentia.

It was like she was there. The same fragrances she registered in potions suddenly wafted into her nose, overtaking the rest of her senses. 

That day, down in the dungeons of Hogwarts, (Y/N) was overcome with a feeling so overwhelming she really didn't know what to do. She couldn't help but look at him.

Little did she know, the same thing was happening to Theo.

They locked eyes across the classroom and (Y/N) thought she might have died a little inside. He smiled at her and her body erupted into butterflies.

One would think after such an earth-shattering experience, a person could maybe gain the confidence to talk to another.

That was not the case.

(Y/N) and Theo didn't have any other interactions, big or small, until almost four months later.

Because Ron and Hermione weren't speaking to one another, there was some tension among their table in potions. (Y/N) and Harry, the two who were stuck in middle ground territory, were trying their best to make everyone get along. There weren't any positive results as of yet.

This led to their group being separated, because as Slughorn put it, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder."

She wasn't sure how it happened, or why, but she was then sat at a table with Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott. (Y/N) tried her best to avoid eye contact with the cute brunette, and was actually doing really well until she realized she had forgotten to grab an Ashwinder egg. She sighed, rather deeply, and made to move to the storage cupboard, but before she left her stool, a gloved hand entered her peripheral vision and set an egg down next to her cauldron. She quickly looked to her left and saw Theo looking right at her.

And that was only the beginning.

It was Theo's idea. They find a spot and meet in secret. They were both prefects, so it wasn't hard to do. Without raising too much suspicion, they would trade shifts with whoever was partnered with the other. They would walk the halls doing their prefect duties and then they would go to their special place.

The astronomy tower.

Not many people ventured to the astronomy tower. It was secluded and sort of cut off from the rest of the castle. It was the perfect place for two young people to meet without anyone else finding out. Until the night Dumbledore was killed.

Theo had been acting weird the couple days leading up to it. Everytime they were together (Y/N) noticed he seemed on edge, almost nervous to be around her. (Y/N) was beginning to think he had changed his mind. Maybe he didn't feel the same way she did. Maybe he wanted to move on from her. Maybe there was someone else.

"Are we meeting at the usual time tomorrow?" (Y/N) asked, looking up at him. They were sitting near the edge of the astronomy tower. The sky was clear and the stars were shining bright.

Theo didn't say anything right away. He was staring out at the grounds surrounding the castle as if in a trance.

"Theo," (Y/N) said, her voice trembling, "are you okay? You've been acting... different."

He seemed to gain some awareness back before he looked back at her. "No."

She was shocked. "What? Theo-" But she was interrupted.

"You can't be here tomorrow night."

In an instant, (Y/N) knew something was wrong. "Why?"

"Please, (Y/N)," Theo said, grabbing her hand and holding it tightly, "you can't come anywhere near the astronomy tower tomorrow night. Promise me."

(Y/N) didn't know what to think. After a few moments of silence, her eyes met his. "I promise."

Theo let go of her hand and moved his hand gently up to the side of her face before bringing his forehead to hers. "Whatever happens, we'll see each other again. I know we will."

Any doubt (Y/N) had been feeling about him immediately lifted. She could feel her eyes start to tear up. "Why does this feel like a goodbye?"

Theo pulled back to look her in the eyes. "Because it might be." Then he leaned in and kissed her.

That was the last time she had seen him. The next night, she was roaming the halls with other members of the D.A. when the death eaters had broken into the school and Dumbledore was killed.

(Y/N) was suddenly shifted back to reality.

"We never..." (Y/N) started before trailing off. "I never got the chance."

Mrs. Weasley smiled softly then patted (Y/N)'s arm lightly. "Well, it looks like you'll get the chance, dearie."

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(Y/N) couldn't remember falling asleep. After her conversation with Mrs. Weasley, the rest of the teenagers that were in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place made their way up the stairs into the dining room as well. Draco and Blaise wanted to check on their friend and both made sounds of relief upon seeing he was going to be okay before they were ushered up the stairs where the bedrooms were located.

Moving the comfiest chair she could find to Theo's bedside, (Y/N) kept the blanket Mrs. Weasley had given her and sat down. She tried to make herself as comfortable as possible before she grabbed Theo's hand. She must have fallen asleep looking at him because when she woke up, her face was sideways on the edge of the bed and his hand was still in hers. She propped her head up with her open hand and took a moment to look at the bindings across his arms and his chest, her eyes moving all the way up to his face.

It took her a second to realize Theo's eyes were open and looking at her.

"Theo?" She whispered. Her voice was hesitant, as if she thought it was a dream.

He smirked at her but it was full of adoration. Only Theodore Nott could make a smirk look adorable.

"I told you we'd see each other again."

(Y/N) didn't know what to do. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming."

Theo chuckled gently. "Would you like me to pinch you?"

She felt a flood of relief overtake her body and it was so powerful, she started to cry.

"Oh, darling, no." Theo tried to move but grimaced before deciding it was probably better to lay still. "Darling, please. Don't cry."

(Y/N) sniffled and brought the sleeve of her shirt up to her eyes to wipe the tears away. "I can't help it, Theo! I was so worried!" Theo attempted to interrupt but (Y/N) continued before he could get a single word in. "I've been worried for months! I didn't know if you were alive or dead, and then you show up here covered in blood!"

"(Y/N)-"

"And then Draco tells me you were hit by a cutting curse by your own father! You could have died by bleeding out if you hadn't gotten here sooner than you did. Then the last thing I would've said to you before you died would've been something stupid and not "I love you" like it should have been-"

"(Y/N)-"

"But I was too scared to say anything to you about it the last time we saw each other-"

"(Y/N)!"

"Shut up, Theo, I'm trying to confess my love to you!"

And then there was silence.

(Y/N) was sure her face looked as red as a tomato. Her skin felt like it was vibrating off of her body. She could feel the palpable silence between her and the boy in front of her.

She looked down at her hands. "I'm sorry." She stood up and turned her back to him before making her way to the entrance of the dining room.

"You love me?"

She froze. It was so quiet (Y/N) wasn't sure he'd actually said it. Turning back to him, she saw he was still looking at her, a new emotion in his eyes.

She took a deep breath. "Theo..." She moved back to the chair at his bedside. "I always have."

Theo narrowed his eyes as if he couldn't actually believe it. "Really?"

(Y/N) nodded and swiped a piece of hair behind her ear, looking down at her hands in her lap.

There was a beat of silence before Theo spoke up again. "I love you, too."

She smiled. The words she had always longed to hear. It was like a symphony of angels. Her eyes reached his and they looked considerably brighter than they did before. They both chuckled lightly.

"Now you tell me I'm not dreaming." Theo whispered, a tone of astonishment in his words.

(Y/N) smirked. "Would you like me to pinch you?"

He opened his arms wide and beckened her over. Hesitantly, she moved closer to the edge of the bed before slowly moving into his embrace and relaxing into his chest. "Are you sure this is okay? I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm just a bit sore this morning, love. I'll be fine." He pulled her even closer to his body. "Just let me hold you and I'll overlook the fact you told me to shut up."

(Y/N) laid her head against his shoulder and into the crook of his neck. "I'm sorry."

She felt Theo leave a soft kiss against her hair. "You're forgiven, my love."

[hp-hcs]

Hmmm how about a poly oneshot with bully Draco and Lorenzo who hates the reader for being with the golden trio and mainly potter ?? They hate how touchy and blushy harry gets around their darling and vice-versa. They hate how everyone thinks you two are together and you don't do anything to clear up the rumor. They hate how you're always in his dorm and they hate seeing your lipgloss mark left on harry. But God do they love you and can't take it anymore 🤭🤭

oooh, interesting! love to see that you’re a hoe for drama (lovingly)

hate how this turned out but wtv

lipstick — yandere! enzo berkshire & yandere! draco malfoy x gn! gryffindor! reader

tws: toxic/possessive/obsessive behavior, slut shaming, implied sexual content? (question mark?)

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“Look at stupid Potter. With his stupid scar, and his stupid friends, and his stupid Y/N.”

“His?” Enzo laughs. “Y/N is not his.”

“Not if we can help it,” Draco mumbles.

The pair watches in silence as you throw a snowball at the ginger weasel, ducking behind Harry when the bloodtraitor tries to retaliate.

Harry scooped you up in his arms, like a valiant prince coming to save the day.

They can both hear your clear laugh, even from the other side of the courtyard. It makes them both seethe with anger.

~~~

“C’monnnn,” you pleaded, tugging at Harry’s arm. “I have friends other than you. I wanna talk to Luna and Pansy and Blaise.”

Harry rolled his eyes, not putting up much of a fight as you dragged him into the Great Hall.

It was a new thing this season, to promote house unity, or whatever. The heads of houses had come up with the idea; tea, cocoa, and cookies in the Great Hall every Friday evening. Everyone welcome.

The Great Hall is dimmer than usual, not all of the floating candles lit. A few dozen student of all houses mingle and meander.

A group of kids sat on a blanket on the cool stone floor, almost as if it were a picnic.

Another group had thrown blankets and sheets over part of the ridiculously long tables, creating a blanket fort underneath.

You headed straight over to where Luna was painting Pansy’s nails. They greeted you with laughter as Luna’s unsteady hand got orange nail polish all over Pansy’s knuckle.

You gasp. “Harry! Let me paint your nails! Pleaseeee?”

He shrugged, looking over the myriad of colors laid out. He picked one up and held it out towards you.

“Snitch gold, for luck.”

You laugh, accepting the bottle and pointing for him to sit down.

“You don’t need luck, Harry. You’re you.”

Across the room, two Slytherins clocked Potter’s shy grin and bright blush.

~~~

You sat down with your friends, a wicked game of truth or dare already in full effect. As predicted, Gryffindor had won their game against Hufflepuff, resulting in a very large house party. You’d noticed a few Ravenclaws around and wondered how they got in, until you saw the Slytherins, the lions’ main suppliers of firewhiskey and good times.

“I dare you…” Ginny trailed off as she thought. A wicked grin spread across her face. “I dare you to wear that failed blue glitter lipstick that me and Cho made.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, please. That’s easy.”

“For the whole day tomorrow.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m not afraid. Bring it on.”

~~~ “Draco!” Enzo hissed as he harshly elbowed his friend in the ribs.

“Ow. What?” He followed Enzo’s finger, pointing straight at the Gryffindor table. “What am I looking at?”

“Potter.”

Harry James Potter was furiously scrubbing at his skin with a napkin as you, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were all practically howling with laughter.

Sure enough, you were true to your word, wearing that ridiculously tacky lipstick that stood out like a beacon when surrounded by all of that garish red and gold.

Harry let out a visible sigh, tossing down the napkin and sitting back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest in an obvious sulk.

Right there, smack dab in the middle of his cheek, was a perfect blue stain from a kiss.

Draco’s ears burned with rage.

“Nope. Come on, Enz. We’ve waited damn long enough.”

~~~ “It’s not coming off, guys,” Harry whined.

“Why do you think we called it failed?” Ginny laughs, the blue smudge on his cheek looking quite comical. “That’s what happened when we tried to wear it.”

You snicker. “You look good in blue, Harry,” you teased, enjoying the faint blush that settled over his cheeks.

You suddenly felt a heavy hand come down on your shoulder, tightening to the point where it was almost painful.

You whirled around, surprised to see two Slytherins you’d barely talked to.

Harry sneered at the sight of his long-time rival, Malfoy. “What do you gits want?”

They both ignored him, as if he wasn’t there at all.

“We need to talk to you,” Enzo snapped, his hand on your shoulder tightening even more as he all but dragged you out of your seat.

You stumbled after him as Draco propelled you forward with a firm hand on the small of your back.

The two boys dragged you out into the hall, away from prying eyes. Draco wasted no time before shoving you up against the wall in a secluded alcove.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, kissing Potter?”

“W-what?” You stammered, your brain not yet having caught up with the situation.

Enzo scoffed. “Whoring yourself out to anyone who blushes at you, huh?”

“What?”

“How long have you been sleeping with him, hm? How long?”

“Wh- Harry? We’re friends!”

“Friends, huh? Friends?” Enzo scoffed.

“Yes!” You snapped. “Who d’you think you are, questioning my- mmfph!”

Draco surged forward and kissed you harshly.

~~~

Enzo Berkshire, Draco Malfoy, and Y/N L/N all stumbled into Defense Against the Dark Arts twenty minutes late, their clothes rumpled and their skin stained with blue lipstick.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

What are your favourite Harry Potter ships? 🙃

Honestly, I'm like, super picky about my Harry ships, and then with everyone else, it's like: "🤷‍♀️ yeah, you can get with whoever,"

As with all shipping discussions, these are just my personal opinions about various ships and they do change and evolve over time as I accidentally convince myself of more ships.... so, yeah.

For Harry:

Nottpott (Harry Potter x Theo Nott) is my number one (even if I wrote basically everything I read about them).

Tomarry/Harrymort is a pairing I do enjoy but it isn't my top pick for either of them (most of the HP fics I used to read were Tomarry/Harrymort).

Rarry — I like them as a concept, though I've never read fics for them and I don't want them together in canon.

For other characters, I have ships I have read fics about them:

Prongsfoot (I honestly believe one-sided prongsfoot is canon, I think Sirius was in love with James. Some of the evidence is mentioned here)

Jillypad

Snilly

Snirius

Then, I have the bizarre rarepairs I somehow landed on, but are near and dear to my heart:

Ron x Luna — I honestly don't know why, but it works in my head.

Sirius x Barty Crouch Jr — this one makes sense in my head, I don't think they have fics, but I have reasons for this, namely this post and its sequel. (I ship them post Azkaban, btw)

Tom Riddle/Voldemort x Alphard Black — I blame @iamnmbr3.

Sirius x Rabastan Lestrange — another ship I have no idea how I got into, but I'm here.

Ron x Susan Bones — yet another ship I somehow stumbled into that I don't think has a fanbase at all.

And then ships I like in canon well enough, but I never looked for fics about them:

Bill x Fleur

Romione

Remadora 

Jilly

Grindeldore (Just for the hot summer romance to tragedy pipeline)

Ginny x Dean (I think they were better together than Hinny, but that's probably just me)

Lucius x Narcissa

Bellatrix x Rodolphus

Molly x Arthur

Neville x Hannah Abbott

And ships I like well enough, but not enough to read fics about them that aren't canon:

Seamus x Dean (I was so close to place it in the canon ships)

Susan Bones x Hannah Abbott

Ginny x Blaise Zabini

Hermione x Terry Boot

I'm fine with most ships, honestly, like, there are very few ships I truly dislike, but these are the ones I like better off the top of my head, as I'm sure I'm missing some with my multishipper tendencies. (As you can see, I love the NPCs)

[thomasbrodiesandwich]

hmmm blaise and ron? or even blaise and luna (for the ask game!!)

blaise and ron are also one of the ships i ddnt expect i wud like but i did anyway! i rly ddnt see their chemistry AT FIRST. but yk the beauty of the fandom, the way they create from zero to few pieces in canon and make it make absolute sense in fanon? yeahhhhh like i get it. i get them. its always blaise is beautiful and ron is dumb in love with him. and then blaise is stupidly endeared of his idiot. at least thats most of the fics ive read. which is a trope/ship dynamic that im also a sucker for so blaise/ron is up there def.

for blaise/luna i also adore this ship. theyre like the most beautiful ship ever imo (sorry to my main drarry 😔🤘). i think theyre a sunshine x sunshine protector ship and those are always scrum-dilly-yum-yum yk? blaise/luna is always a welcome ship!!

although for these two, i dont think i can read a fanfic with them as the main pair. theyre both always just side pairings to my otp 🤭

[narcopharmacist]

Short Dramione fic review (and some spoilers too)

- COMPLETE -

I am currently reading The Binding by curly_kay thanks to a subreddit recommendation, and a comment saying that it's beautifully written. I've been reading this one for days now, and I am reading it slowly because I like savoring bits and pieces of the story.

I have never laughed (and giggled and kicked my feet) so much at a Dramione fic until this one, and I can definitely imagine Draco and Hermione acting the way they are in this story - like the conversations I feel are true to their characters. Usually, when I read Dramione fics I tend to think whether these characters are really going to say these (in the movies, for example), and it ends up with me having a hard time imagining them talking that way. Either way, I force it. But this one, it just goes naturally. I am in love. 🥰

- UPDATE - Feb 12, 2024

I just finished the last chapter before the epilogue, and I am crying. I'm very happy and satisfied with all the events that happened in this fic. It covered all 8 movies, and the ending is just *chef's kiss* 🥰

It has been more or less 3 weeks since I started reading this, and as I mentioned in my previous post of this it's because I wanted to savor every bit of this piece of work, hence I took my time. Finishing this fic made me so nostalgic about my reading this the first time... I wish I could go back to experiencing the tension that developed as the story was just in rising action. I didn't even feel the climax of the story, and it was already ending.

The flow of the story was good. Switching of POVs was AMAZING and I am very happy about the characters who got their spotlights every chapter.

The pairings are also *chef's kiss* ❤️ We have our Dramione, NottPott.... and when Pansy was brought in, I was like, "who could the Gryffindor be? Ron is a possible choice, but it was already mentioned that he was with Lavender... so it has to be Neville." Well I was wrong, I cannot believe it! It was indeed Pansy x Ron! Then we have Blaise x Luna. Super cute.

Narcissa actually played a huge role in this story... She actually got involved with Dumbledore and Snape! To protect Draco, and to protect Hermione.

We also have a side character who I thought was annoying at first, but I was like, I just know this character is the author putting us, the readers, in the story, shipping Dramione, being the wing girl, setting them up! Her name is Amelia. She's their junior, from Hufflepuff.

Smut was also lit. It was hot, but not too much where it basically became pr0n type.

I love love LOVED this fic so much!

There were chapters where it hurt, of course, but I knew they were doing it for a reason. It was all worth it in the end though.

Here are my song recs for this fic, that I think matched the vibe of the story.

Miniskirt - AOA

Whiplash - NCT 127

OK - NCT U

Perfect Night - Le Sserafim

Touch It - Ariana Grande

Best Mistake - Ariana Grande, Big Sean

[anauro]

Okay! I feel like I have missed something 😭 can you tell me more about the parent trap au please? It sounds really interesting x

Heyo!

I dont think you missed much, I haven’t said much more than it’s a exes-to-lovers “my child is making me hang out with my ex” romcom short fic 😅

It’s gonna have trans single dad to Luna Evan and POC single dad to Blaise Barty. Regulus is slightly OOC, he’s basically this rich gay uncle that’s blowing away his fortune on exotic trips and coming back home for a few days every couple of months and relieving his two besties off their parental duties (but neither Barty nor Evan know Reg is also in touch with the other).

The plot is based on that one episode of modern family where Cam and Mitch do a play date with a lesbians’ son, except it’s exes Barty and Evan and their kids really want their daddies to get together ☺️💞

It’s really just a sweet, romcom style exes-to-lovers with all sorts of cliches that I plan to start as T rated, but might change to E, because we all know I’m a whore and smut is half of my plots 😌

I don’t know what Regulus’ side pairing is and I asked you all for help here 🫶🏼

[thatdammchickennugget]

Cruel Summer

pairing - theodore nott x fem!reader

summary - on the final night of summer camp, you're thrust into a harrowing fight for survival alongside theo and the other camp counselors

warnings - summer camp au, slasher au, character death, injuries, blood, knives, stabbing, cursing, stalking, fighting, panic attack, ending is super rushed because I don't know how to write a fight scene

wordcount - 10k

18+ Minors DNI

As the sun started to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the summer campgrounds, you found yourself caught up in the flurry of activity. It was the eve of the end-of-summer party, and there was a palpable buzz in the air as counselors rushed to make the final preparations. The kids had all been picked up this evening and for this final night, only the counselors stayed back at camp, waiting to be dismissed by the camp owner the next morning.

Among them was Theo, brooding and observant, a scowl seemingly permanently etched on his face. Mattheo, Theo's ever-loyal sidekick, added to the lively atmosphere with his sarcastic remarks, while Enzo's booming laughter filled the air, punctuating every conversation. Draco and Blaise lounged nearby, the former oozing arrogance while the latter provided a calm counterbalance to the chaos.

Astoria, Daphne and Luna completed the group, their contrasting personalities adding an interesting dynamic to the mix. But it was the dynamic between you and Theo that truly stole the show. From the moment you met, there had been an undeniable tension between you—an unspoken attraction masked by biting remarks and playful insults. It was as if you were both trying to deny the chemistry that crackled between you by being downright mean to each other.

Pansy, your best friend, stood by your side, her cunning smirk mirroring your own. And then there was you, sharp-tongued and quick-witted, unable to resist a chance to push his buttons.

"Nott," you greeted Theo with a smirk, leaning against a nearby tree. "Ready to ruin everyone's fun at the party tonight?

Theo rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest, ignoring the cups he was supposed to be setting out on the table. "Oh joy, it's you," he replied dryly, his voice laced with disdain.

Mattheo snickered from beside him. "Ah, young love. So beautiful," he teased, earning a glare from both you and Theo.

You shot Mattheo a look of pure irritation, deciding not to entertain his remark with a comment of your own, before turning back to Theo, a smirk playing on your lips. "You know, Nott, if brooding were an Olympic sport, you'd win gold every time."

Theo's scowl deepened, but you could see a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "And if being annoying were a job, you'd be filthy rich by now," he shot back, his tone laced with biting sarcasm.

Pansy, always unable to resist adding fuel to the fire, chimed in with a sly grin. "Why don’t you spare us all the headache and finally hook up with each other?”

You and Theo exchanged incredulous looks, both of you recoiling as if the very idea were repulsive. "I'd rather jump into that lake fully clothed than spend another second with her," Theo retorted, his voice dripping with disdain.

You rolled your eyes, folding your arms defiantly. "Believe me, Nott, the feeling's mutual. I'd rather listen to Enzo's terrible jokes on repeat than be anywhere near you."

Enzo, overhearing his name, chimed in with mock offense from where he was getting the fire started in the pit. "Hey, what's wrong with my jokes?”

Draco, lounging nearby and not moving a finger to help with the party preparations, couldn't resist adding his own two cents with a smirk. “I can’t stand another night of this. The sexual tension is suffocating."

You and Theo exchanged disgusted glances. "Please, Malfoy, spare us the melodrama," you retorted, cursing the fact that you felt your face heating up.

Theo nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'd rather be compared to a garden slug than be associated with her in any way."

Mattheo chuckled, thoroughly entertained by the exchange. "Just get it out of your systems already.”

You scoffed, pushing yourself off the tree to help the girls with setting up the cooler and getting the drinks, rolling your eyes. "I'd rather wrestle a bear."

Theo raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement glinting in his eyes. "Trust me, I'd pay to see that."

As the evening gave way to the night, the party continued on in full swing, the atmosphere of the little clearing at the like you had chosen for tonight shifted into one of excitement and celebration.

You found yourself with Pansy and Astoria by your side, giggling into your cups as you sipped the alcohol Enzo had managed to smuggle into camp. The fire cast a warm glow over the area, creating a magical ambiance for the night ahead.

Theo, surprisingly relaxed, was chatting with Mattheo and Enzo by the bonfire, a rare smile gracing his features. Nearby, Draco and Blaise lounged on blankets, engaged in a lively debate with Luna about god knows what, while Daphne sketched quietly under the soft glow of the lanterns.

Meanwhile, you and the girls had found your own corner of the party, where you danced to the music that filled the air, laughing and twirling beneath the starlit sky. Pansy's cunning smirk never left her face as she teased you about your questionable dance moves, while Astoria added to the playful banter with her witty remarks.

The night seemed to stretch on forever, filled with laughter and camaraderie as you danced, sang, and shared stories with each other. You felt a sense of freedom and joy wash over you, the weight of responsibility lifted for the moment as you lost yourself in enjoying the last night of camp, before going back to the reality of university.

As the night wore on and the party reached its peak, you excused yourself to use the bathroom, navigating the darkened paths of the campgrounds. The air was cool and crisp, a welcome relief from the heat of the campfire.

But just as you stepped out of the girl’s bathroom and back onto the path leading to the lake, a sudden noise shattered the silence, grovel crunching as someone stepped on it, causing you to jump in surprise. Your heart raced as you scanned the darkness, your senses on high alert.

Out of the shadows emerged Theo, his figure illuminated by the soft glow of the light next to the bathroom door. "What? Did I scare you?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You let out a nervous laugh, relieved to see a familiar face. "What the fuck, Nott," you breathed out, trying to mask your lingering fear. Your hand came up to rub the spot over your heart through your shirt, trying to calm your breathing. "Don’t sneak up on me that."

Theo's playful demeanor faded, replaced by a furrowed brow as he stared past you, his gaze fixed on something behind you. "Wait," he muttered, his voice low and urgent. "Do you see that?"

“Haha, really funny,” you grumbled, shooting him a glare.

“Not trying to be funny right now,” he mumbled lowly, eyes squinting in the direction of the woods.

Confused, you followed his line of sight and spotted a shadowy figure lurking near the edge of the trees. Your heart skipped a beat, a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins. "What is that?" you questioned, your voice low as if the person was close enough to hear you.

At first, Theo seemed unfazed, brushing off your concern with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Probably just Mattheo trying to pull some stupid prank," he muttered, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

But as the figure stepped closer, the glint of something metallic catching the faint light, along with the realization that the person’s face was covered with a gruesome mask. Theo's demeanor shifted, his eyes widening in alarm, and he took a step back, his arm instinctively reaching out to push you behind him. "That's not funny, Mattheo," he called out, a frantic edge to his voice.

The figure didn't respond, instead picking up its pace and charging toward you, the gleam of a knife now unmistakable in its hand. Panic surged through you, and Theo wasted no time, pushing you back and grabbing your hand in a tight grip as he pulled you along.

"What the fuck!" he shouted, his voice urgent as he sprinted toward the nearest cabin, his feet pounding against the dirt path. You stumbled alongside him, your heart pounding in your chest as fear propelled you forward.

Theo's grip never faltered as he dragged you along, his eyes darting over his shoulder to ensure the figure wasn't gaining on you. Adrenaline fuelled your movements, your lungs burning with exertion as you ran faster.

Finally, you reached the safety of the first cabin in your path, Theo slamming the door shut behind you with a resounding thud. With trembling hands, you hastily helped him push one of the dressers in front of it, your heartbeat thundering in your ears.

For a moment, you both stood there, chests heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. The adrenaline began to ebb away, replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion as the reality of what had just transpired sunk in.

Theo leaned against one of the wooden bunk beds, his breathing ragged as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. His usually stoic demeanor had cracked, replaced by a vulnerability you'd never seen before. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now, stripped of its usual sarcasm.

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. "Who was that?"

“No idea,” Theo's gaze softened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. "We need to figure out what's going on," he said, his tone serious as he glanced around the cabin for any signs of danger.

With trembling fingers, Theo reached for a nearby flashlight, most likely forgotten by one of the campers, casting a weak beam of light across the room. The cabin was sparsely furnished, the walls adorned with faded photographs and peeling wallpaper.

"I’m going to call Pansy," you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you reached for your phone, only to be met with the dreaded realization that there was no signal.

Panic clawed at the edges of your mind as you tried in vain to refresh the signal, but the bars remained stubbornly absent. "There's no signal," you muttered, the words heavy with defeat as you sank onto one of the worn mattresses.

Theo's jaw tightened, a frustrated exhale escaping his lip. "Great," he muttered, meeting your gaze with a glare.

You rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to snap back at him. Despite the tension between you, there seemed to be an unspoken understanding that now was not the time for petty squabbles.

"We need to figure out our next move," Theo continued, his tone serious as he glanced around the cabin. "We can't just sit here and wait.”

You nodded in agreement, your mind racing as you weighed your options. "We could try to make a run for it," you suggested, though the idea of venturing out into the darkness sent a shiver down your spine. “I have my keys on me. We can go and get help, maybe find a signal further up the road?”

Theo shook his head, his expression grim. "It's too risky," he said, his voice low. "We don't where this fucker went and the parking lot is on the other side of camp.”

Silence descended upon the cabin as you both grappled with the gravity of your situation. Outside, the night air was thick with an oppressive darkness, the only sound the distant chirping of crickets and the rustle of leaves in the wind.

After what felt like an eternity, Theo spoke again, his voice hesitant as he cautiously peered through the windows to check the space around the cabin. "We should scout the area," he suggested, his gaze meeting yours. "See if we can find any signs of where they might have gone. And then go find the others."

You nodded in agreement, though the prospect of venturing out into the unknown filled you with a sense of dread. With the flashlight in hand, Theo led the way as you followed close behind, helping him push the dresser out of the way again.

You stepped cautiously out of the cabin, the night air enveloping you like a thick blanket, shrouding the campground in an eerie darkness. The distant sounds of the party had faded into the background, replaced by an unsettling silence that hung heavy in the air.

With the weak beam of the flashlight guiding your way, you and Theo navigated the labyrinth of darkened paths that wound through the campgrounds. Each step felt like a leap into the unknown, your senses on high alert for any sign of danger, though there was no sign of the attacker to be seen anywhere.

As you made your way back towards the lake, the familiar sights of the campground took on an ominous quality in the darkness. The rustling of leaves and the whisper of the wind seemed to carry a sense of foreboding - as if warning you to turn back before it was too late.

As you made your way back to the party site, a sense of dread settled over you as you found the clearing deserted, with no sign of your friends. The once lively atmosphere had been replaced by an eerie silence.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you surveyed the scene before you. Lanterns lay scattered on the ground, their soft glow flickering ominously in the darkness. Tables and chairs were overturned, and the remnants of food and drinks littered the ground, giving the impression of a chaotic struggle.

Panic clawed at the edges of your mind as you took in the sight, your distress palpable in the tense set of your shoulders and the rapid rise and fall of your chest. There, right next to the fire, was a puddle of red.

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The sight sent a chill down your spine, a cold hand of fear tightening around your heart. You took a step back, your mind reeling with disbelief and horror.

Theo's grip on the flashlight tightened, his expression grave as he surveyed the scene before you. His usually stoic demeanor cracked, replaced by a sense of urgency and concern. "We need to find them," he said, his voice low and urgent.

You nodded in agreement, your breath coming out labored as your heartrate picked up. "But where could they be?"

Theo's jaw tightened, his gaze sweeping over the deserted clearing as if searching for any clue that could lead you to your missing friends. "We need to search the campgrounds," he said, his tone resolute. "They could be hiding, or worse..."

“We should check the lodge first,” you suggested, trying to push your anxiety to the back of your mind and be useful. Theo's steady presence beside you only offered a sliver of comfort, grounding you. “Seems like the safest place to go.”

Theo nodded in agreement, his expression grim. "Agreed," he replied, his tone serious as he scanned the area for any sign of movement. "That’s probably where they went. And we should get to them before any of them is stupid enough to go out looking for us.”

"Do you think whoever tried to attack us is still out there?" you asked, your voice shaking.

Theo's jaw tightened, his gaze narrowing as he still scanned the darkness beyond the clearing. "I don't know," he admitted. "But we can't afford to take any chances."

Theo and you pressed forward with determined strides, your senses on high alert as you made your way toward the lodge. But as you rounded a bend in the path, your movements faltered, your breath catching in your throat as you stumbled upon the shadowy presence of the masked figure blocking your path.

Panic surged through you both as you found yourselves face to face with danger once again, your hearts pounding in your chests. Instinctively, Theo pulled you back into the cover of the trees, shielding you both from view as you silently communicated your next move.

As the footsteps drew nearer, you shared a fleeting glance with the boy next to you, a silent understanding passing between you, an unspoken vow to protect each other at all costs.

With a shared resolve, you and Theo braced yourselves for the imminent confrontation. The masked figure loomed closer, its heavy footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to run, to flee from the danger that lurked before you, but you stood your ground, ready to face whatever came your way.

As the figure stepped into the dim moonlight, its menacing silhouette became clearer, the glint of the knife held tightly in its hand sending another shiver down your spine. Adrenaline surged through your veins, sharpening your senses as you prepared for the inevitable clash.

Theo's grip on the flashlight tightened, his jaw set in determination as he positioned himself between you and the approaching threat. His eyes narrowed, scanning the figure for any sign of weakness or vulnerability.

"Stay behind me," he whispered, his voice low yet firm as he braced himself for the impending confrontation. His stance was steady, his resolve unwavering as he prepared himself to fight.

With bated breath, you watched as the figure drew ever closer, its masked gaze fixed upon you with an unsettling intensity. Every nerve in your body screamed at you to flee, to seek safety in the darkness, but you remained rooted to the spot, unwilling to abandon the boy willing to put himself between you and the attacker.

As the figure closed in, its intentions clear, Theo raised the flashlight in a defensive gesture, its beam casting a harsh light upon the masked intruder. In that moment, time seemed to slow.

The figure lunged forward, knife flashing, but Theo was ready. With swift reflexes, he dodged the attack, his movements fluid and controlled. In one well-aimed motion, he redirected the assailant's momentum, using their own force against them to create an opening.

But just as Theo was about to land a decisive blow, a sudden commotion nearby caught both of your attention. Another figure emerged from the shadows, shouting something inaudible. The distraction was enough to break the momentum of the confrontation.

Without hesitation, Theo grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the chaotic scene. The two of you ran, your feet pounding against the dirt path as you sprinted through the darkness. Fear fuelled your movements, driving you to put as much distance between yourselves and the assailants as possible.

But the danger was not far behind. They gave chase, their footsteps echoing ominously in the night. Panic surged through you as you as the realization that you were being pursued by not just one, but multiple attackers sank in.

As you ran, the adrenaline-fueled rush of the chase made it difficult to think clearly. Every corner turned, every shadowy figure in the darkness, seemed to hold the potential threat of danger. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your heart pounding in your chest as you pushed yourself to keep going.

Just when you thought you couldn't run any longer, you stumbled upon a storage shed nestled among the trees. Without hesitation, Theo yanked open the door, pulling you inside before carefully and quietly closing the door behind you.

Inside the shed, the air was thick with the smell of must and decay. Your heart hammered in your chest as you pressed yourself against the wall, willing your breath to quieten as you strained to listen for any sign of the attackers outside. Theo’s tall frame crowded you against the wall even further, his hand coming up to cover your mouth and stifle your heavy breathing.

You could barely make out his eyes, your body shaking as you tried to focus on the way he was looking at you, his touch managing to calm you the slightest bit as the footsteps outside drew nearer.

As the tension in the shed mounted, you found yourself hyper-aware of Theo's presence, his closeness both comforting and disconcerting in the cramped space. His hand over your mouth felt oddly intimate, a silent reassurance keeping you grounded.

In the dim light filtering through the cracks in the shed, you could see the determination etched on Theo's face, his eyes fixed on yours with unwavering focus. Despite the danger lurking just beyond, there was a sense of strength in his demeanor that offered you a sliver of hope that you might get out of this alive.

As the footsteps came closer, your breath caught in your throat, every nerve in your body on high alert. In the suffocating darkness of the shed, the only sound was the pounding of your heart, echoing in your ears like a drumbeat of impending doom.

But just as you braced yourself for the inevitable, the footsteps suddenly faltered, fading into the distance until all that remained was the eerie stillness of the night. Relief flooded through you like a tidal wave, leaving you dizzy with gratitude that the danger had passed - for now.

Slowly, Theo removed his hand from your mouth, his touch lingering for a moment longer before he withdrew, his gaze leaving yours and moving to the door. For the first time since the night's harrowing events had begun, you allowed yourself to truly look at him - to see beyond the facade of sarcasm and disdain to the vulnerability hidden beneath. In the soft glow of the shed, his features softened, his guard momentarily lowered as he met your gaze with a mixture of relief and exhaustion.

Without a word, Theo stepped back, giving you space to breathe as he leaned against the opposite wall, his shoulders slumped with weariness. The tension that had gripped the air moments before began to dissipate momentarily as you took a moment to catch your breaths.

"You okay?" Theo's voice broke the silence, his tone soft as he glanced over at you.

You nodded, though the adrenaline still coursed through your veins, leaving you shaky and unsettled. "Yeah, I think so," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "That was close."

Theo's lips curved into a weary smile, a hint of amusement glinting in his eyes despite the gravity of the situation. "Tell me about it," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know about you, but I could really use a drink right about now."

You chuckled softly, the sound almost lost in the quiet of the shed. "You and me both," you agreed, the tension in your shoulders beginning to ease as the adrenaline began to fade. "But for now, I'll settle for just getting out of here in one piece."

Theo nodded in solemn agreement, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he pushed himself off the wall, his movements slow and deliberate. "Let's get to the lodge," he said, his voice low yet determined as he moved towards the door.

You followed suit. With Theo leading the way, you cautiously opened the door, peering outside to ensure the coast was clear before stepping back into the cool night air.

As you quietly made your way back towards the lodge, the adrenaline-fueled rush of the chase gave way to a strange sense of camaraderie between you and Theo. Silence enveloped you as you walked, broken only by the soft sounds of your footsteps echoing in the darkness. But amidst the quiet, there was a strange sense of intimacy in the shared solitude.

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As you and Theo cautiously made your way through the darkened campgrounds, your senses on high alert for any sign of danger, you had to stifle a surprised cry when you suddenly stumbled upon two familiar figures emerging from the shadows behind one of the cabins. Mattheo and Enzo's presence on the path caught you off guard, and for a moment, all four of you frozen in surprise.

"Oh, thank god. There you are,” Enzo exclaimed, his voice carrying a hint of concern as he approached. Your feet reclaimed their ability to move and you jumped forward, throwing your arms around the taller boy, pulling him close.

Theo stepped forward, his demeanor tense yet guarded as he exchanged a glance with Mattheo. "What are you doing out here in the open?” he questioned, his eyes narrowing as he regarded his two friends warily.

Mattheo flashed a sheepish grin, his usual swagger momentarily replaced by a sense of unease. "We were looking for you," he explained, his tone hesitant. "The others are safe at the lodge. But you two kinda disappeared and we thought something happened to you. I’m guessing you don’t know what’s happening either. Who are these bastards?”

You exchanged a wary glance with Theo, the events of the night still fresh in your mind. "No idea,” you replied. "But we should go. It's not safe out here."

Enzo nodded in agreement, his expression grave. "Agreed. Let's stick together and make our way back," he said, his tone serious as he fell into step beside you and Theo.

Finally reaching the lodge, you found the others huddled inside, barricaded and on high alert. Draco lay unconscious and bleeding on the floor, while Pansy tended to him with a sense of urgency. Blaise was huddled in the corner, trying to calm Luna down as she trembled with fear.

Upon seeing you and Theo return with Mattheo and Enzo, a mixture of relief and anxiety washed over the group. Astoria rushed forward to embrace you, her voice trembling with emotion as she expressed her relief at seeing you both safe.

"What happened out there?" Daphne asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she glanced nervously towards the windows.

Theo's jaw tightened, his expression grim as he recounted the harrowing encounter with the masked assailant. Mattheo and Enzo added their own accounts, their voices laced with a sense of urgency as they emphasized the need for caution.

As the gravity of the situation settled over the group, you all gathered together to figure out a plan of action. Ideas were tossed around, each one more desperate than the last as you grappled with the reality of your situation.

"We need to get help," Blaise stated, his voice tinged with desperation. "There must be a way to contact someone who can help us get out of here."

"Maybe we could try using the radio?" Luna suggested, her voice soft but carrying a sense of hope. "I used it every morning for the announcements, maybe we can use it to send a distress signal."

The suggestion hung in the air for a moment, the group exchanging uncertain glances as they considered the idea. The radio had been a staple of the morning routine at the camp, but whether it could be used to send a signal for help remained uncertain.

"It's worth a shot," Astoria spoke up, her voice tinged with a note of optimism. “I’ll come with you.”

“Me too,” Blaise added, resting his hand on Luna’s thigh as she offered him a tiny smile.

As the group discussed how to use the radio to get a message out there, Theo's gaze shifted towards you, his expression serious as he addressed you directly.

"Hey, you said you have your car keys on you, right?" Theo asked, his voice low yet urgent.

You instinctively reached into your pocket, your fingers wrapping around the familiar shape of the keys. With a nod, you confirmed, "Yeah, I've got them."

A flicker of determination crossed Theo's features as he turned to address the group again, his voice carrying a sense of resolve.

"Alright, here's what we're gonna do," he began, his tone commanding as he outlined his plan. "Blaise, Luna and Tori. You go to the radio shed and send the signal. While you do that, some of us sneak out to the parking lot, grab a car, and get help. I don’t think we can move Draco, so some of us have to stay back here and hide with him."

The suggestion hung in the air for a moment, the group exchanging uncertain glances as they considered the risks. You were the first to speak up again, even though you knew splitting up was probably the one thing you’re not supposed to be doing right now, you couldn’t help but trust Theo. “I’m coming with you.”

Mattheo wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders, nodding in agreement. “Me too.”

“Okay,” Theo breathed out, looking at the others before addressing Pansy. “You, Daphne and Enzo stay here. And I mean stay. Don’t come out looking for us, not matter how long we’re gone, okay?.”

Pansy nodded, her expression serious as she regarded Theo. "Got it. We'll stay put and keep Draco safe," she affirmed, her voice resolute.

Daphne and Enzo exchanged a glance, their expressions mirroring a mixture of worry and determination. "We'll be ready in case anything happens," Daphne assured, her voice steady despite the underlying tension.

With the plan set, the group sprang into action, dividing into two teams to carry out their respective tasks. Theo and Blaise checked the doors and windows of the lodge one more time, making sure they were secured, while you and Luna rifled through the closets and cabinets, trying to find anything proving useful as a weapon.

Finally, Luna, Blaise, and Astoria made their way towards the radio shed, their footsteps echoing in the silence of the night as they disappeared into the darkness, armed only with one of the baseball bats you had found lying around the common room of the building.

Meanwhile, you, Theo, and Mattheo set out towards the parking lot, moving with cautious yet determined strides. Theo was once again in charge of the flashlight, you following close behind him with your keys clutched between your fingers, Mattheo rounding up the group with a tight grip on his own baseball bat.

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You reached the parking lot without any signs of the masked figures, Theo scanning the area for any signs of movement, his gaze narrowing as he assessed the situation. "Alright, let's make this quick," he said, his voice low yet commanding.

You and Mattheo nodded in agreement, your movements swift and purposeful as you searched for your car. Finally, you spotted it parked near the edge of the lot. Not wanting to risk attracting attention by unlocking it remotely, you crept towards it, pushing the key into the lock.

Theo jumped into the passenger seat and Mattheo claimed the back, turning to keep an eye on the lot out of the back window. You turned the ignition, your hope deflating as the car gave no sign of starting.

“Try it again,” Theo grumbled, and you wiped at the sweat collecting at your brows. You tried again, and again, and again. Still, the car stayed silent. “Give me the keys,” Theo growled, grabbing them from your hands and trying himself.

“I know how to start my fucking car, Nott,” you snapped at him, refraining from punching the steering wheel in frustration. “Something’s wrong. Let me check the engine.”

Without waiting for his response, you threw open the door and stepped back out of the car, rushing to open the hood. Using your phone’s flashlight, you tried to find the problem, making a mental note to thank your father for making you help out in his car shop all the time.

The boys had jumped out of the car as well, flanking you on each side as they kept watch while you worked. Finally, you found the problem, tears of frustration filling your eyes. “The fuel line is cut. Someone cut my fucking fuel line.”

“Can you fix it?” Mattheo asked, shuffling on his feet, his anxiety clear on display even though he tried to hide it.

“I could try with some rubber band and a rubber tube or a hose or something. But even then I’m not sure if it would work and we wouldn’t get very far if it did,” you sighed dejectedly, shaking your head weakly.

“Can you hot-wire one of the other cars?” Theo suggested, his face tense with concern.

"Who do you think I am? Do I look like I know how to hot-wire a fucking car?" you spat at him, your nerves getting the better of you. "And what is the chance those fuckers only messed with my car? They couldn't have known we only had the keys for this one on us."

Theo held up his hands in a placating gesture, his expression grim as he regarded you. "Hey, calm down. I'm just trying to figure out our options here," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle despite the tension in the air.

You took a deep breath, trying to rein in your frustration as you considered Theo's words. He was right - panicking wouldn't help the situation.

“We could still just walk?” Mattheo butted in, shrugging as his gaze flitted between you and Theo.

“It would take us like 2 hours to even get to the main road and then we’d need to get lucky to find someone on the road that late willing to stop for us,” you shook your head at him, squeezing his arm to let him know you still appreciated the idea. “And for all we know those bastards are watching us right now, they might follow us."

Theo nodded in agreement, his jaw tight as he considered your words. "She's right," he said, looking at Mattheo, his voice grave. "We can't risk exposing ourselves any further.“

“We should leave a message and get back to the others I think,” you blurted out your next best idea. “Let’s hope Luna managed to contact someone.”

Mattheo’s brows furrowed. “A message?”

“For whoever might have heard Luna’s radio signal,” you explained. “Or Mr. Hargrove. He was coming to dismiss us in the morning, remember? We should let him know about what’s going on so he can call for help before blindly running into danger looking for us.”

“Good thinking,” Theo complimented you gently, reaching over to squeeze your shoulder reassuringly. Something warm fluttered in your stomach at his touch but you shoved the thought of it to the back of your mind, trying to concentrate on the task at hand. “Let's hurry up and do that and then go back to the lodge.”

With a nod of agreement from both boys, you quickly brainstormed the contents of the message. Scribbling down a brief summary of the situation and the camp's location on a torn piece of paper, you left it tucked under the windshield wiper of your car, hoping it would catch the attention of anyone passing by.

As you made your way back to the lodge, a heavy silence settled over the group. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on your shoulders, each step feeling like a precarious dance between danger and safety.

A sudden rustle in the bushes nearby made you all freeze in your tracks. Instinctively, you reached for your makeshift weapons, your heart pounding in your chest as you strained to see through the darkness.

Out of the shadows emerged two menacing figures, their faces obscured by their masks as they moved with predatory grace towards you.

Without a moment's hesitation, Theo grabbed your arm, his voice urgent as he shouted, "Run!"

Adrenaline surged through your veins as you sprinted alongside Theo and Mattheo, your feet pounding against the forest floor as you desperately tried to put distance between yourselves and the masked figures.

But no matter how fast you ran, it seemed as though the attackers were always one step behind, their relentless pursuit driving you deeper into the darkness of the woods.

Suddenly, you stumbled over a protruding root, your body crashing to the ground with a painful thud. Gasping for breath, you struggled to push yourself up, but a sharp pain shot through your leg as you realized you had twisted it in the fall.

Before you could even attempt to push yourself back up, one of the masked assailants loomed over you, brandishing a gleaming blade in their hand. Fear gripped your heart as you braced yourself for the inevitable attack.

With a swift motion, they lunged forward, their blade slicing through the air towards you. Instinctively, you raised your arms to shield yourself, but the sharp sting of pain erupted through your leg as the blade made contact, tearing through your flesh.

Agony washed over you as you collapsed back to the ground, your vision swimming with tears as you fought to stay conscious. Through the haze of pain, you could hear the sounds of struggle nearby, but you were powerless to intervene.

In a desperate bid for survival, you reached for the nearest object within your grasp—a fallen branch—and swung it wildly, hoping to buy yourself enough time to escape.

But before you could land a single blow, a blur of movement streaked past you. It was Theo. His normally composed demeanor replaced by a ferocious determination, he launched himself at the attacker with a primal rage burning in his eyes.

With a swift and precise strike, Theo delivered a powerful blow to the assailant's jaw, causing them to stumble backward with a grunt of pain. Seizing the opportunity, he unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, driving the attacker back further with each strike.

You watched in awe as Theo fought with a raw intensity, his movements fueled by a fierce protectiveness that left you breathless. Finally, with a well-placed kick, Theo sent the attacker sprawling to the ground. Breathing heavily, he turned to you, his expression softening with concern as he reached out to help you up.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry as he supported your weight and helped you to your feet. "We need to keep moving."

You nodded, gratitude swelling in your chest for Theo's unwavering bravery. With his help, you pushed through the pain in your leg and stumbled forward, leaning on him for support as you limped away from the scene of the struggle.

Mattheo quickly moved to your other side, wrapping his arm around your waist to support you as well. Together, the three of you limped hurriedly back towards the safety of the lodge, each step a struggle against the pain shooting through your injured leg.

Theo kept a vigilant eye on your surroundings, his grip on the flashlight tightening as he scanned the darkness for any signs of danger. As you approached the lodge, the tension in the air grew thicker with each passing moment. The sounds of the forest seemed to echo with an ominous warning.

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Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you stumbled through the door of the lodge, Enzo letting you in and barricading it back shut behind you, collapsing onto the nearest chair with a sigh of relief. Pansy rushed forward to help you, her expression filled with concern as she assessed your injuries.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice trembling with worry as she examined your leg.

You recounted the harrowing encounter with the masked attackers, your words punctuated by gasps of pain as you struggled to hold back tears. Theo and Mattheo filled in the details, their voices steady despite the lingering tension in the air.

As Pansy tended to your injuries with Theo close by your side, his grip tight on your hand as he watched your friend work, the rest of the group gathered around where Draco was now resting, pale but conscious again.

The group talked amongst themselves, voices hushed but urgent, as they debated their next course of action. Blaise and Luna explained that they had managed to send a signal using the radio, but they weren't sure if anyone had received it or if help was on the way.

"We might have to wait it out until morning," Luna suggested, her voice tinged with resignation. "It's too risky to go out there again in the dark."

Blaise nodded in agreement, his expression grim. Theo glanced around the room. "We'll take turns keeping watch," he declared, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. "We can't afford to let our guard down, not even for a moment. But we also need to rest."

The group murmured their agreement. As the night wore on, the group settled into an uneasy vigil, taking shifts to keep watch over the lodge and its occupants. Each creak of the floorboards and rustle of the wind outside sent shivers down their spines, but they refused to succumb to despair.

As the night wore on, the weight of the recent events began to take its toll on you. Despite the adrenaline that had kept you going, the pain from your injured leg and the lingering fear gnawed at your resolve. You tried to push through it, to focus on the task at hand, but as the time passed and there was nothing to distract you, your anxiety began to bubble to the surface.

You felt the familiar tightness in your chest, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps as panic threatened to overwhelm you. Desperately, you tried to keep it together, not wanting to draw attention to yourself in front of the others. But the harder you fought to control it, the more it seemed to consume you.

With a shaky hand, you rose from your seat, mumbling something about needing to use the restroom. Pansy shot you a concerned look, but you waved her off, plastering a weak smile on your face as you made your way towards the back of the lodge.

Once you were out of sight, you quickened your pace, your heart pounding in your ears as you searched for a place to hide. Finally, you found a small storage room tucked away in a corner, its door slightly ajar. Without hesitation, you slipped inside, closing the door behind you with a shaky breath.

Alone in the darkness, you sank to the floor, your chest heaving as you struggled to calm your racing thoughts. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the full weight of the night's events crashed over you, threatening to drown you in a sea of fear and uncertainty.

But just as you felt yourself slipping further into despair, a soft voice cut through the darkness, pulling you back from the brink.

"Hey."

You looked up to see Theo standing in the doorway, his expression filled with concern as he took in your trembling form.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle as he stepped further into the room, closing the door behind him.

You tried to nod, to reassure him that you were fine, but the words caught in your throat as another wave of panic washed over you.

Theo crouched down beside you, his touch light as he reached out to brush a stray tear from your cheek. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're safe now. I won’t let anything else happen to you."

You wanted to believe him, to let his words wash away the fear that threatened to consume you, but it was easier said than done. The events of the night had shaken you to your core, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed. His steady gaze met yours, filled with a warmth and understanding that eased some of the tension coiled in your chest.

"I know it's been a rough night," he continued softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frazzled nerves. "But we're all in this together. You don't have to face it alone."

His words struck a chord deep within you, stirring a sense of gratitude and affection for him that you hadn't fully acknowledged before. In the midst of chaos and danger, Theo had remained a steadfast source of support and strength, never wavering in his determination to keep you safe, putting your safety above his own again and again.

As you gazed into his eyes, a rush of emotions threatened to overwhelm you. The fear and uncertainty that had gripped you moments ago began to ebb away, replaced by a growing sense of clarity and resolve.

Without thinking, you reached out, your hand trembling as it cupped Theo's cheek. His breath caught in his throat, surprise flickering in his eyes as he met your touch.

"I...I just..." you began, your voice faltering as you struggled to find the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling inside you.

Without thinking, you leaned forward, closing the distance between you and Theo. His breath caught in his throat, surprise flickering in his eyes as he realized your intent. But before he could react, your lips met his in a tender kiss.

Theo's initial surprise melted away into a shared passion as he responded to your kiss with equal fervor. The tension that had been building between you for so long ignited into a blaze of desire, all the emotions you had been trying to push down bubbling to the surface.

His arms encircled you, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, each touch sending sparks of electricity coursing through your veins. Lost in the heat of the moment, you straddled his lap, drawing him closer until there was no space left between you.

Time seemed to stand still as you explored each other with a hunger born of longing and need. Every touch, every caress, was a silent confession of the feelings you had kept hidden for so long, now laid bare in the raw intensity of the moment.

Finally, as the need for air became too overwhelming to ignore, you reluctantly pulled away, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you gazed into Theo's eyes, your heart pounding in your chest.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the air thick as you struggled to catch your breath. But then, with a soft smile, Theo reached up to cup your face in his hands, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in to press a tender kiss against your forehead. "But I really thought you hate me.”

A surge of warmth flooded your chest as you realized that your feelings were reciprocated, that the connection you had shared had been more than just a figment of your imagination.

"I don’t," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you leaned into his touch, relishing the feeling of his warmth against your skin. "I've wanted this for so long, too."

You closed your eyes as Theo wrapped both arms tightly around you, his kisses peppering your hair and temple, his embrace so protective, so sweet, that your own arms instinctively tightened in response.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Upon returning to the main area of the lodge, you quickly took stock of the situation. Draco was now lying down in one of the bedrooms upstairs, Astoria currently by his side keeping watch. Luna and Blaise had vanished into the kitchen a while ago. Enzo and Pansy had made themselves busy arranging all the blankets and pillows they could find around the centre of the room and were now fitfully snoring away.

"I'll go stay with Draco," you announced, turning to the members of the group still wide awake and gesturing towards the staircase. "Let Astoria rest for a while.”

Theo instantly got back up from where he had just sat down next to Mattheo but you shook your head at him, offering him a small smile. “You get some rest too, I’ll just be upstairs.”

He listened, but you could tell he wasn’t happy with staying down here by the way his jaw clenched tightly and his eyes flashed protectively.

Pansy nodded gratefully, her exhaustion evident as she murmured her thanks. "Just be careful, okay?"

You offered her a reassuring smile before making your way towards the staircase. However, as you pushed open the door, your heart skipped a beat at the sight that greeted you.

The room was dimly lit by the moonlight streaming in through the window, casting eerie shadows across the floor. Draco lay asleep on the bed, his breathing steady and peaceful. But Astoria was nowhere to be seen.

A surge of panic shot through you as you scanned the room, frantically searching for any sign of her presence. With a sinking feeling in your gut, you realized that Astoria was not in the room. Fear gnawed at the edges of your mind as you considered the possibilities of what could have happened to her.

Refusing to give in to despair, you resolved to search the other rooms, hoping against hope that you would find her unharmed. With each step, your heart hammered in your chest, the tension mounting with every passing moment.

You checked each room meticulously, your breath catching in your throat with each empty space you encountered. Pushing open the last closed door in the hallway, you froze on the spot. Your eyes had instantly fallen on the shattered window, shards of glass lying scattered around the floor next to Astoria’s body, lying lifeless with blank eyes staring into the darkness.

A scream rose in your throat, but before the sound could escape your lips, a shadow darted out from behind you, swift and silent as they jumped on you, pushing you to your knees. Strong arms wrapped around your throat, cutting off any sound you tried to make as panic seized you in its icy grip.

Your hands flew to your assailant's arms, clawing desperately as you fought for breath. The pressure on your windpipe intensified, a cruel vice squeezing tighter with each passing second. Stars danced at the edges of your vision, your lungs burning for air as darkness threatened to engulf you.

With a surge of adrenaline, you summoned every ounce of strength within you, drawing upon reserves you never knew you had. Your fingers fumbled blindly along the ground, seeking anything, anything that could be used as a weapon to help you break free from the suffocating grip.

And then, your hand closed around a sharp shard of glass, its jagged edges biting into your skin. With as much force as you could muster up, you lashed out, driving the makeshift weapon into your attacker's side.

A guttural cry tore from their lips as they released their hold on you, stumbling backwards in pain and shock. Gasping for precious air, you scrambled to your feet, your heart thundering in your chest as you faced your assailant head-on.

Their eyes burned with a feral intensity, glinting through he slits of their mask. Blood oozed from the wound in their side, staining their clothes crimson as they bared their teeth in a snarl of rage and defiance.

Without hesitation, they lunged towards you once more, their movements swift and calculated. Adrenaline surged through your veins as you dodged their attack, narrowly avoiding their grasp as you danced out of reach.

But they were relentless, their determination unwavering as they pursued you with single-minded focus. With each passing moment, the fight grew more frenzied.

In a moment of desperation, you seized upon the element of surprise, ducking beneath their outstretched arm and delivering a powerful blow to their midsection. They staggered backwards, momentarily off balance, giving you the opportunity you needed.

With a primal roar, you launched yourself at them, driving them towards the shattered window with all your might. Their eyes widened in shock as they realized your intent, but it was too late. With one final shove, you sent them hurtling through the open window, the sharp remnants of glass scratching along their back as their scream echoed into the night and they fell into the darkness below. They hit the ground with a devastating thud, their mask now crooked on their face and their neck at a nauseating angle as their movement seized and they stilled.

Panting heavily, you stumbled back from the window, your body trembling with adrenaline and exertion. The rush of victory was short-lived, however, as the gravity of what had just transpired washed over you. Were they dead? Did you just kill someone?

Just as the panic started washing over you, your eyes fell on the other body in the room. With something else to focus on, you willed the tears in your eyes to disappear and your lungs to take in air again. Dropping by Astoria’s side, you immediately went to check for a pulse, a sob tumbling from your throat at the lack of a heartbeat.

As the reality of Astoria's lifeless form sank in, grief washed over you like a tidal wave, threatening to drown you in its depths. Tears blurred your vision as you reached out to touch her cold skin, willing her to wake up, to tell you that everything was going to be alright.

But there was no response, no sign of life in her still form. With a shaky breath, you pulled yourself away from her side, your heart heavy with sorrow and regret. You had failed to protect her, failed to keep her safe from the horrors that had befallen you all.

But there was no time to dwell on your guilt, no time to mourn the loss of a friend. With a heavy heart, you pushed yourself to your feet, steeling yourself for the task that lay ahead. There were still others in the lodge who needed your help.

Turning away from her, you hurried back towards the staircase, intent on alerting the others to the danger that now lurked within the lodge. But as you reached the top of the stairs, you froze in your tracks, the sound of sobs and commotion drifting up from below.

Fear clenched at your heart as you realized that not just one of the killers had made their way into the lodge. With a sense of dread gnawing at your insides, you raced down the stairs, your mind racing with thoughts of what horrors awaited you below.

As you rushed down the stairs, your heart pounding with fear and determination, Theo met you halfway, his eyes wide with worry as he searched for you. Without a moment's hesitation, you relayed the heartbreaking news of Astoria's demise to him, the weight of the loss heavy in your voice.

Theo's expression hardened with resolve as he took in your words, and without a second thought, the two of you sprang into action, ready to confront the remaining killers that had made it inside. The air crackled with tension as you both braced yourselves.

As you and Theo descended upon the killers, a fierce determination burning in your eyes, a chaotic fight scene unfolded. The lodge's corridors became a battleground, the clash of metal against wod, fists against skin and the cries of combat ringing out through the once-peaceful halls.

Theo fought with a skill and ferocity that surprised even you, his every move calculated and precise as he defended himself and fought back against the attackers. You, too, tapped into a wellspring of strength and courage you never knew you possessed, each strike a testament to your determination to protect yourself and those still alive in the lodge.

In the midst of the chaos, Theo managed to disarm one of the attackers, seizing their weapon and turning it against them. With a swift and decisive blow, he incapacitated them, the sound of their body hitting the floor echoing through the lodge. His face frozen in a grimace as he stood over them, watching the pool of red beneath them growing in size because of his doing.

Your focus was torn from the frey momentarily as you took note of Blaise clutching his side where blood seeped through his fingers, while Mattheo staggered back, a gash across his arm leaving him wincing in pain.

One of the attackers used this moment of distraction, lunging towards you with a gleaming blade. With a gasp of horror, you stumbled backward, your heart racing with fear. But before the fatal blow could land, Luna sprang into action, throwing herself between you and your assailant with fearless determination, baseball bat raised. With a swift movement, she deflected the attacker's strike, the blade flying out of their grasp and to the floor.

Luna unleashed a flurry of blows upon the attacker, her movements swift and merciless. Each strike from her baseball bat landed with precision, sending shockwaves of pain through the assailant's body. With each swing of her weapon, she drove the attacker back, finally landing a final blow to their head as they turned to escape, making them crumble to the floor.

The assailant, now on the defensive, tried desperately to evade Luna's barrage of attacks, but she was relentless, her resolve unshakeable. With a fierce battle cry, she pressed forward, her eyes blazing with determination as she closed in on her target.

With a final, powerful blow, Luna delivered a devastating strike to the attacker's midsection, sending them crashing to the ground with a cry of pain. Disarmed and defeated, they lay sprawled on the floor, their mask askew and their breath coming in ragged gasps.

Breathing heavily, Luna stood over her fallen adversary as they lay sprawled on the floor with their mask askew, her chest heaving with exertion.

Meanwhile, Enzo engaged in a brutal hand-to-hand combat with another assailant, their blows landing with bone-crunching force as they grappled for dominance. With a burst of adrenaline-fueled strength, Enzo delivered a decisive strike, sending his opponent reeling backward with a cry of pain, the back of their head hitting the edge of a table with a thundering crack before they sunk to the floor, all movement gone from their body.

As the chaos subsided, the masked figures all lying lifeless around the room, Theo and Enzo quickly sprang into action, pulling their bodies into another room to clear the main area of the lodge. Meanwhile, you, Luna, and Pansy carefully carried Astoria's body downstairs, where Daphne stood in shock before throwing her arms around her body, refusing to let go of her sister.

Tears streamed down Daphne's face as she clung to Astoria, her grief palpable in the silence of the lodge. Luna, her eyes brimming with compassion, gently placed a hand on Daphne's shoulder, offering her comfort and support in this moment of unimaginable loss.

You and Pansy then instructed Mattheo and Enzo to sit down, helping them clean up and bandage their wounds, while Theo and Blaise went to retrieve the still unconscious Draco from upstairs.

After everything was taken care of, the group sat in stunned silence, some sobbing softly as they grappled with the enormity of what had just transpired.

As the hours dragged on, the darkness outside slowly gave way to the light of dawn, casting a pale glow through the windows of the lodge. As the weight of the night's events settled heavily upon you, you found yourself seeking solace in Theo's arms. With a heaviness in your heart and a weariness in your bones, you nestled into his embrace, seeking comfort and reassurance.

Theo held you close, his arms wrapped protectively around you as you huddled together in a corner of the room. The warmth of his presence enveloped you, offering a small measure of comfort in the face of overwhelming grief.

Silently, you clung to each other, drawing strength from the simple act of being together. Words seemed inadequate in the wake of such tragedy, and so you remained locked in a wordless embrace, finding solace in the shared silence between you.

With each passing moment, the tension in your body began to ease, replaced by a sense of peace that settled over you like a blanket. In Theo's arms, you felt safe and secure, shielded from the horrors. You stayed there, wrapped up in his arms with his lips pressed to the top of your head, until finally, you could see the flashing red and blue lights approaching outside as the first rays of sunlight filtered into the room.

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[acciotheomione]

Tying the Nott by ShayaLonnie

In a post-war world where Hermione is friends with Draco Malfoy and most of her friends have developed relationships with former Slytherin classmates, Hermione is single. However, when former Death Eater—Theo Nott—is dying, Hermione is guilted into marrying him to save his life.

*Indefinite Hiatus—Not Abandoned*

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Archive Warning(s): Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott, Luna Lovegood/Draco Malfoy, Daphne Greengrass/Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson/Ron Weasley

Additional tags: Post-Hogwarts, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Aftermath of Violence, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Curses, Canonical Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Characters That Died In Canon Survive Because Fanfic Magic

[dramioneasks]

Not With A Bang... - megalle - E, WIP - Draco Malfoy has just 9 months left on a 7 year house arrest sentence when the Ministry announces a new Marriage and Repopulation Act. Draco assumes it will not affect him as he is still under house arrest. He assumes wrongly. No matter, the Ministry, in their infinite wisdom, has paired him with one Hermione Granger. The witch has never met an injustice she hasn't fought against and so Draco assumes she'll fight this one to the death before tying herself to him. Again, he assumes wrongly. So now he has a wife who more resembles a ghost haunting his manor than the girl he once knew, a meddling elf, a rapidly approaching release date and no idea what life outside the Manor walls looks like or for the first time in his life, someone trying to tell him what to do with it. Authors Note: The fic was almost called "Hermione Granger Doesn't Give a F-"

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Daddy Issues | Draco Malfoy

Wow I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disappear like that Lovelies! Sometimes I forget depression and writers block are a thing until they punch me in the face and force me to go MIA for a hundred years! I guess I’m back? I hope? Fingers crossed? Anyway, I’m sorry this isn’t a TVD fic but I figured Y’all would appreciate something over nothing. I missed you all more than I can say! I hope you enjoy, I love you all!

Description: Draco and y/n are best friends until Draco’s father threatens y/n. She avoids Draco until he confronts her.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: Like none, it’s kinda sad but not really, the only flaw is bad writing

Word count: 3.4k

Tags: Angst, FLUFF

(not my gif, I just love it lol)

Your heart stings from across the courtyard, the gap between you and the blonde boy tangible. For a second you don't know whether or not your heart is even in your chest anymore or if it’s in his hands. In that case your heart is sitting on a bench, sandwiched between Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe. Maybe he isn’t holding your heart, though, maybe he is your heart, in which case you’re avoiding your heart’s piercing gaze. 

Your hands twitch at your sides, itching to grab his or to twist through his silky hair or do anything other than lay idle when he is only mere steps away from you. Your hands ache to touch him and usually you would be doing just that: clinging to his robes or twisting the rings around on his fingers or simply tangling your own fingers with his slender ones. Your hands feel painfully empty without him to hold on to. 

That makes sense though, he’s your best friend after all. You’re rarely ever spotted less than five feet away from each other. Everyone at Hogwarts can see how utterly entwined you are, every part of him wrapped around your finger and every part of you sitting precisely in the palm of his hand. You orbit each other, drawn in by a gravity that the rest of the student body can’t deny.

Right now, though, that gravity is being tested and everyone feels a little bit like they’re floating away. 

Draco sits exactly seventeen feet and four inches away from you. You can feel his eyes on the back of your head, like lasers, searing into your black and gold jumper and refusing to look away. It burns but you embrace it, taking any contact, even imagined, that you can get from him. Even if it hurts. You would gladly burn for the blonde Slytherin if it made him happy. This doesn’t make him happy, though, being ignored by the girl that commands his entire life. You know that, but you also know that it’s for the best. 

You run your hands through your hair, tugging on the strands relentlessly and closing your eyes. You see his father, the tall, grim man, and replay the conversation you had in your head. 

“He has a bright future ahead of him, y/n.” 

Lucious had backed you into a corner, both metaphorically and literally, the stone of the castle biting harshly into your skin, “I know that, sir.”

He stood tall, menacingly, like he was bigger than the castle itself, “he doesn’t have time for nonsense, y/n.”

Your hands trembled, the cold of the dungeon nipping at them fiercely, “he’s very bright, Mr. Malfoy, I don’t think I’m slowing him down.”

The neutral, if not cold, expression on his face switched then to one of red hot anger, “did I ask what you think? It’s time the two of you separate. He is to be married next year and not to some silly Hufflepuff girl.”

“We’re just friends, sir,” your eyes had long since found the floor.

“Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. If I catch you near him from this day on I will not hesitate to destroy you, do you understand me? Do not speak to him again.”

That was two weeks ago and you haven’t dared to go near him since, spending every waking moment of your spare time in the Hufflepuff common room. You aren’t brave, you didn’t march up to your best friend and tell him that his father threatened to destroy you. You would be lying if you said you even thought about it. The reality of it is that you’re a coward and have iced Draco out in fear of having his father hurt either of you.  

His father’s words still ring in your head. Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. Your heart flutters hard in your chest, your rib cage the only barrier keeping it from finding him across the courtyard. Draco is infatuated with you. Apparently. He hasn’t said so, only his father. Still, you can’t help but hope that it’s true.

But then that makes your chest burn and palms sting again. You aren’t allowed to hope that Draco wants you. You aren’t even allowed to hope that he wants to be your friend. You’re not allowed anywhere near him, let alone allowed to kiss him. Would he even kiss you? Probably not. You tug even harder on your hair, as if pulling each strand out will somehow take the pain away. Don’t be daft.

“Y/n,” gentle hands wrap around your tight fists, “you’re hurting yourself.”

You forgot Luna was there, sitting next to you on the bench, the bench that is seventeen feet and four inches away from Draco. You let the airy Ravenclaw unravel your fingers and hold one of your hands, rubbing circles on the back of your palm. It doesn’t feel the same, her grip is too soft, her fingers too short. Draco’s fingers are longer. 

You shake your head, trying to clear the fog of him from your senses, “sorry, I know I’m not the best company right now.”

Luna only smiles at you and rolls her eyes gently, “I know it’s hard for you right now.”

Of course you told her. You weren’t able to tell Draco so you turned to Luna, your other best friend. You nod your head at the blonde girl, too tired to speak. 

“I think you should tell him though, he looks bloody miserable without you,” your eyes widen as if on their own accord.

You feel dizzy at the thought and not the good kind like when Draco spins you around. No, this is the bad kind of ‘I’m definitely going to throw up’ dizzy. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears rapidly. Thump, thump, thump. It almost sounds like footsteps, angry ones, pounding towards you. That can’t be right.

“I can’t tell him, Luna, you know that.”

A hand lands on your shoulder, warmth spreading through your jumper. You open your mouth, ready to thank Luna for relentlessly comforting you, but close it quickly when a thought hits you. You glance down to your lap, just to double check. There, on your lap rests your hand carefully wrapped up in both of Luna’s. Crap. 

“What can’t you tell me?” It takes everything in you to not let his familiar voice curl around you and pull you further into his touch.

You shift out of his hold, not turning to look at him yet, afraid to see the expression on his face. Would it be anger? Sadness? Disgust? The last one makes your heart drop, the thought of the blonde boy being repulsed by you causing you to curl into yourself slightly. You would take anything from him but that.

You stand curtly, turning to face Draco, all too aware of the lack of space between you and him. Six inches at the most, every breath he takes makes his chest brush yours. You still don’t look up at him, not anywhere ready to meet the eyes of the boy you’ve been avoiding. 

You lock your eyes on his silver and green tie, mumbling to it instead of him, “What makes you think I was talking about you, Draco?”

You finally glance up at him and wish you hadn’t. His eyes, usually a bright blue, are dull and rimmed with red. The bruises under his eyes stand out against his cheeks. He’s always had dark circles but this is extreme. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, like he hasn’t eaten in days. It’s almost garish, but then again nothing could ever make the Slytherin Prince look anything less than perfect. He looks destroyed, almost as if his father had gotten to him too. You have to stop yourself from reaching out, choosing instead to look away again.

“Are you serious right now? Tell me this is all a joke y/n!” The courtyard goes silent when Draco raises his voice.

You squeeze your fists, the tone of his voice a punch in the gut. He never shouts at you. Draco is never anything but soft around you. Right now, however, he’s seething. No one around you dares to make a sound.

You close your eyes, trying desperately to stop a traitorous flood of tears, “Draco, please don’t do this right now.”

Draco takes a step back, as if your words had shoved him, “if not now then when? You’ve given me no choice! You run every time you see me, you don’t answer my notes. Do you even read them anymore? Can you just explain why you bloody hate me?”

His voice cracks when he says hate, like its acid in his mouth. In any way it’s acid to your ears. You could never hate Draco, it’s very much the opposite actually. You’re painfully in love with him.

“I don’t,” you have to pause to clear your throat, trying to rid the lump, “I could never hate you.”

His hand grasps you chin gently, his rings cold against your skin as he pulls your face up to meet his eyes, “then tell me what’s going on. Please.”

You squeeze your eyes close, sinking into the warmth of his palm for a moment. You can’t remember a time you’ve gone this long without the blonde boy touching you. You can’t stop the tears from trailing down your cheeks and into his palm. You can feel the hitch in his breath as if it had come from your own lungs. You wrap your own hands around his, squeezing his fingers gently before pulling them away from you.

“I can’t, Dra. We can’t do this anymore. I’m,” your voice trembles, your eyes still closed, his hand still locked in yours, “I’m not good for you. We can’t be friends.”

You release his hand, taking a few steps back from the love of your life. This time, though, he doesn’t let you get as far, taking two steps towards you for every step you take away from him. It doesn’t take him long before he’s in front of you again, closer and even more determined. His eyes burn into yours, his hands restless. You know he wants to touch you. At least, you hope he does. You want to.

“Don’t say that,” there’s a strength behind his words, one you have yet to hear until now, “don’t you dare say that! Tell me what’s going on y/n, you need to tell me! I can fix it. I can make it better whatever it is just please tell me. Please, love.”

Love. That’s new. Your heart cracks even more when he says it and maybe that’s because you know you won’t get to hear it again. You wish you could grab the word from his lips and hold on to it. You want to put it in your pocket so at least you can have a part of him, the very best part of him, for when he walked away. But you can’t, so there’s no use in trying. 

“You can’t fix it this time, Draco,” you take another step back and your back hits the rough surface of a tree.

He fills the space between the two of you once more and this time you’re stuck. Your palms continue to sting, reminding you relentlessly how much you need to touch him. You scrunch the hem of your jumper, trying desperately to quell the pain. Your wrists feel like they’re on fire, something you’ve come to realise that means you’re about to have a panic attack. He can't see that happen, you refuse to fall apart in front of him. 

Of course he notices, though. That’s your Draco, he notices everything about you. That’s his job. 

He grabs your face again, stopping you from frantically looking everywhere but him, “of course I can. When have I not fixed your problems? Remember when those Ravenclaws’ were messing with you? I took care of that, didn’t I? And Parkinson? Zabini? I took care of them too. Remember when Snape wouldn’t let you hand in your assignment because you had the flu? And the time you passed out in the stairwell? I fixed those too because I can. Because I wanted to and I do what I want. Now, all I’ve wanted for days is you so if someone said something to you I need you to tell me so I can sort them out and get my best friend back. Now.”

He stares into your eyes the entire time, daring you to turn away. You feel like you can’t breathe, your hands once again wrapped around his but this time clinging for dear life. You’ve been terrified for two weeks and the exhaustion hits you in one, whopping punch to your stomach, the second punch of the day. Without warning your legs give out, all of your weight falling into the blonde who seems to expect it. His arms wrap around you, holding you against his chest for the first time in what feels like ages.

You don’t realise that you’re sobbing until you try to speak, “Dra, I’m so scared. I’m tired,” you grip his robes in your fists, your head falling against his chest, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this, I feel like I’m falling apart.”

He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him. You can feel the sigh of relief he releases and his heartbeat slowing as if it’s your own. Maybe that’s because yours does the same. For the first time in weeks you’re engulfed in Draco and you cling to him, circling your arms around his waist and pulling yourself impossibly close. He wastes no time either, wrapping his cloak around you and burying his face in your neck. 

Your body shakes furiously in his arms, everything you’ve been bottling up comes pouring out in a torrent of sobs and hiccups. Draco presses closer to you, towering over you and shielding you from the rest of the world. You let his peppermint scent engulf you completely,

“For Salazar’s sake y/n I need you to tell me what’s wrong. I need to fix it, love. Please tell me,” his voice is low and choked.

He’s right, you know he’s right. You squeeze your eyes tighter and grip his back, savouring the muscles under his dress shirt for a few more seconds before you know you’ll have to let go.

“Your father told me we couldn’t see each other anymore. He told me,” you pull out of his arms, leaning back against the tree, “he said, well, it doesn’t matter what he said. We just can’t be together.” Draco’s eyes widen and your cheeks heat up, your words ringing through your ears, “I mean we can’t be friends.”

Draco steps closer to you, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. He mumbles something under his breath that you can’t hear but you’re almost positive that it’s a curse. When he opens his eyes, your heart stops. His blue eyes burn into yours, glassy and angry but with something else too, something hot and fierce. Your heart restarts when he places his arms against the tree, caging you between it and him. You can’t resist placing your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pick up as well.

“What did my father say, y/n.” He isn’t asking you, he’s telling you.

You lower your eyes, not bothering to fight him anymore, “he told me he would destroy me if I kept being friends with you. He said you were getting married and that you could never marry a Hufflepuff and that he would destroy me if he had to.”

He staggers back with each word, like each one shoves him more than the last. He squeezes his fists before straightening his fingers, shoving them once more through his hair. His shoulders are tense, his back straight. His eyes are screwed shut again. 

“Bloody hell,” he pulls at his hair, biting his lip, “he’s lost his damn mind.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, tugging at your jumper, suddenly hot all over. Now is not the time to be getting riled up over Draco but you can’t help it, he looks exquisite. Messy hair and an un-tucked shirt, the veins in his hand prominent and his rings glittering in the afternoon sun. He’s absolutely and undeniably perfect.

“It’s ok, Dra, you’ll be ok,” you try your best to comfort him but he snaps his eyes open, looking at you like you’ve gone mad as well.

“My dad threatened to kill you! No I am not okay!”

This time you walk to him, pulling him into your chest again and wrapping your arms around his neck. He sweeps his arms around your waist, pulling you so close that you have to stand on your tiptoes to keep your arms around him. His hands grasp your hips tight and you immediately know what he wants. You oblige, wanting it just as much if not more, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his stomach. You tuck your face into his neck this time, breathing in the slightest hint of apples, green ones. 

You don’t speak, practically feeling the words bubbling in his chest, “My dad told you he was going to kill you, love. He threatened you and he didn’t even tell me. I am definitely not okay. I need to do something. I need to talk to him. And he told you I was getting married? He’s lucky he isn’t here. I don’t care if he’s my father, nobody talks to my girl like that.”

He’s rambling, something he does when he’s at his end. His words wrap around you, tangling with every part of you and sinking into your skin. They lull you into a daze of sorts, almost nodding off on your best friends shoulder. You don’t realise how tired you are until you’re in his arms, safe. And then it hits you, and you’re wide awake again.

“Your girl?”

You cut him off mid sentence, squeezing your legs tighter around him to bring his attention back to you.

“What did you say, love?” Draco hikes you further up his body, readjusting his grip on you.

Your cheeks flame, your neck hot. His eyes bore into yours, searching for something that you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give. His lips are so close to yours, his breath hitting your lips with every exhale. The courtyard around you fades away and Hogwarts itself holds its breath.

“Did you call me your girl, Draco?”

He doesn’t blush like you thought he would, “yes, I did. That’s what you are. Mine. And Merlin help my father for trying to take you away from me.”

You stare at him for a few seconds, letting his words sink into your flesh. They curl around your bones, laying down a warmth that you’ve been craving for longer than you can remember. He’s right. Of course he’s right, he’s Draco. You are his and you always have been. His arm around your back tightens, jostling you enough to make you cling harder to him. Your fingers find their way to the nape of his neck, tangling in his hair. He leans his head back, giving in to your touch willingly. 

He holds your gaze as your fingers weave through his silky hair, capturing you with his eyes and refusing to let go, “I’m yours, Draco. Please don’t let me go.”

He leans his forehead against yours, “never, love.”

Hogwarts releases the breath it had been holding, the noise of the courtyard once more fluttering around you. You go to get down from Draco but he stops you, tightening his arms. You only shake your head and smile, letting the sunshine warm your face.

Your heart aches slightly still though, “what are we going to do about your father, Dra?

He starts walking, the sudden movement causing you to tug his hair a little harder.

His voice is strained when he finally answers, leaning down to rub his cheek against your head, “just let me handle that, ok?” 

You give in, for now, laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes for the final time, “where are we going, Dra?”

“We, my love, are going to take a very much needed nap.” 

[cafeacademia]

Belonging

Draco x Muggleborn!Reader

Summary: While you and Draco share a sweet friendship, you’re not sure he’ll ever feel the same way about as you do about him.

Warnings: Worry of unrequited love, lots of gentle soft fluff, Draco being a sweet boy.

Word count: Approx 3600

Masterlist

NOTE: This fic works with any house except for Slytherin purely for the nature of the storyline

A/N: Hi loves! I took a little while to write this one, it’s kind of been in the works for several days because I just had some trouble getting some of the scenes in this right. I hope you enjoy some soft Draco 💖 Gif is my own

It was warm under his gaze, the soft smiles he would give you, the way he would look at you as if just being with you put the whole world right again and things in your presence were perfect.

His touch was even sweeter, the way his fingers brushed carefully against your cheek, his smile widening as he caught a glimpse of your shy smile, unable to hold his gaze as he shared a moment with you, because as much as you adored him, you could never admit it. And even if you did, would Draco Malfoy even want you, a muggle-born witch that did not share his house? As much as you wanted to believe that he might, you knew at the very least that his father would not accept you, not to mention the people who aligned themselves with him that Draco was around often and so you hid your feelings beneath your shy smiles and soft laughs, hoping you were not too obvious.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Draco asked as you shared a sweet moment together, standing on the bridge, overlooking the school grounds and the lake while you waited for your next class. Glancing over at him, your gaze was tender as you looked at him, his soft, slightly tousled ashen hair and light grey eyes, contrasted with his dark robes and the thick green and silver scarf that was draped over his shoulders. “Not a lot, I’m just enjoying it out here.” You lied, looking back towards the view ahead of you before Draco could catch you looking, but really he had already caught you and he couldn’t help the little smile that felt so uncontrollable after seeing that look in your eyes when you looked at him.

“What’s on your mind?” You turned the question back around on him, the Slytherin smiling to himself as he drew in a breath to speak. “How beautiful the view here is.” He replied, chancing a quick glance at you. Draco liked you. He knew he did and nearly from the moment he’d first seen you he had developed a liking for you, though he couldn’t quite tell if it was a crush or a soft spot he held for you. Either way, he adored your company and out of everyone else in the castle, you were the most accepting and the most calming person he had come across.

And had it not been for Professor Flitwick pairing you both together on a class project a few years prior, Draco never would have gotten to know you and he was always thankful for the bond the pair of you had formed over your years at Hogwarts together. Looking at you in the cold winter sunlight, Draco watched as the gentle rays of light cast a beautiful hue over you and as he admired you, he found himself deeply captivated, every bit of tension or stress that had bothered him earlier in the day seemed so far away now that he was with you.

But as the low, heavy ring of the clocktower bell broke the peace of your shared moment, Draco found himself wondering what it was that he really felt for you. “Come on, we’ve got potions.” You said softly, turning away from the beautiful view before Draco joined you in walking to class.

Despite the sweet moments the pair of you shared, the lingering looks and the soft, accidental touches that last only a second before you shyly pull away, you knew that even if you did tell Draco about how you felt, that he wouldn’t reciprocate those feelings back.

Walking into the potions classroom, you walked towards your usual spot with Draco stopping to talk to Blaise Zabini on his way in. “C’mon Draco, sit at the back with us.” Pansy Parkinson called him over with Daphne Greengrass sat with her, an empty chair between them and the ashen haired boy looked over in their direction, casting them both a stupid grin before he crossed the classroom to sit between the two girls. And that was the reason why you knew he wouldn’t feel the same way, because even if he held no prejudice towards you for being a muggle-born witch, he had at least two girls that surrounded Draco with every chance they had, both being very pretty and probably very likable and shared the same house with him.

And to be quite honest, part of the reason why you were sure he didn’t feel that way about you was because on several occasions you had seen Pansy cosy up to him, leaning against his side or standing rather close to him and in one instance, you had seen her kiss him on the cheek, though you seemed to remember at the time that he hadn’t looked best pleased about that.

It was halfway through a practical in your double potions class, having been partnered with Lavender Brown, who for the last half hour had been discussing all of the happenings around the Gryffindor common room with you, that you overheard Daphne Greengrass talking on the next table over from you. “You’re going to Hogsmeade this weekend, aren’t you Draco?” She asked as she weighed out a portion of Billywig wings to create the laughing potion Professor Snape had tasked you all with. “I was wondering if you’d go with me?” Daphne added.

During the pause that followed, you carefully put in three Knarl quills, one at a time and stirred quickly while Lavender held the recipe book and passed you things as she talked. “I don’t know. I did have other plans this weekend.” Draco said blankly and for a moment, his eyes sparing a quick glance at you, though all he could see was the look of sheer concentration on your features as you stared down at your potion. “Well I can join you, I’m not going to Hogsmeade this weekend.” Pansy cut in.

But before you could listen any further, Lavender grabbed your arm with enthusiasm. “The recipe says we have to giggle at it.” She told you brightly. “Giggle at it?” You asked and as if your question had been heard, the dungeon was quickly filled with the sound of Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter laughing together at their potion.

Saturday came around faster than you had expected and before you knew it, the trip to Hogsmeade commenced. Hermione, Harry and Ron were in high spirits as they stopped for butterbeer, Luna and Neville quickly joining them. You were stopped a few times, laughter filling the air as Fred and George messed around with flying sweets, George passing you some self inflating bubble gum, which according to the side of the packet, the bubble would get to at least three times the size of a normal bubble gum bubble.

Meandering in and out of the different shops and spending money on things that caught your eyes, you made your way out of the main part of the town and towards the edge of the treeline where it opened up into a clearing that overlooked the Shrieking Shack.

The recent snowfall had blanketed the whole town in several inches of snow, adding to the eerie, yet calm atmosphere that seemed to fall over the shack in the distance. “Mind some company?” His voice broke the silence and you looked back over your shoulder to see Draco standing at the edge of the trees at the end of the pathway that led to the lookout from the village. You smiled at him, perhaps more brightly than you had intended and while you tried your best not to give away how you really felt, Draco was starting to see it.

And as you invited him over, the Slytherin took slow steps towards you, each footfall followed by the soft crunch and creak of the snow beneath him until he was at your side, his eyes meeting yours. “I was looking everywhere for you.” Draco said softly, as if he didn’t want to disturb the gentle quiet that the snow had created. “You were?” You asked, a little bit taken aback by the idea that Draco had been seeking you out. “Of course, as much as I like spending time with the others,” He paused, looking down at you as he reached up to gently move some of your hair out of your face. “It isn’t like spending time with you.” His voice dropped to a soft whisper. Draco didn’t know how to even describe how you made him feel, but whenever he saw you, whenever he was at your side, Draco felt nothing but calmness and warmth and there was another feeling that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, that seemed to escape him.

His words made you break out into a little smile and Merlin, Draco thought you were the sweetest. He’d never known someone to be so shy and sweet in his presence, to be so accepting of him in every way and somehow it felt as if you didn’t quite know what it was you did to him, how you made him feel.

You wondered what made him seek your attention, rather than that of Pansy or Daphne, or any other girl for that matter, and as you wondered, it was as if Draco knew what you were thinking. “The other girls - Pansy is nice, she’s my friend but,” He sighed looking down at his hands for a moment as he gathered his words. “She can be very intense. And I suppose Daphne can be too.” “I like the way it makes me feel when I’m with you.” He added. Your eyes almost widened at that and you quickly looked up at him to see that Draco was smiling softly at you and your heart near melted. “How does that feel?” You asked quietly. He smiled, drawing in a breath to respond, eyes shifting into the distance as he thought about it for a moment.

How was he supposed to describe that fluttering he felt every time he so much as saw you? How was Draco meant to put into words the indescribable longing he had to be with you each day and how much he wished he could work out what it was that it meant? And then there was that heart fluttering feeling that Draco had never felt before but it warmed him like nothing ever had.

“Like I belong.” He finally replied in a dreamy tone, the Slytherin deep in thought as his eyes looking down from the horizon to catch your gaze and his smile widened, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek. You felt yourself warm, not just at his words but his touch too and your words escaped you, lips parted, wanting to say something, but a comfortable silence overtook you. Draco smiled sweetly at you, he didn’t expect a response and the flustered look of flattery on your features was more than enough to tell him how you felt.

“Draco!” His name was called from nearby and he muttered a mildly annoyed bugger under his breath. “I’ll see you later, won’t I?” He asked in a softer tone. “You always manage to find me.” You nodded, giving him a sweet smile, Draco giving you a bright, lopsided grin as he reached forwards and took your hand in both of his. “Meet with me later?” He asked softly, his thumbs gently rubbing the back of your hand. “In the owlery before dinner.” He added, eyes fixed on yours as he waited for an answer. “I’ll be there.” You nodded, giving him an almost uncontrollable smile and Draco’s grin widened at your answer before he leaned over to press a gentle kiss to your cheek.

And with confidence in his stride, Draco let go of your hand and backed away from you with that dreamy lopsided grin of his before he turned away and took a quick jog back towards the village, Blaise Zabini calling out for him again before he even reached the pathway.

It wasn’t long before the trip to Hogsmeade came to an end and you all made your way back home to the castle. Though, while everyone else was enthusiastically discussing everything they had bought and things they had seen, chatting among themselves and while Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood walked alongside you, talking about Hogsmeade, your mind wandered to Draco.

He had never asked you to meet him before, except for that one occurrence when you had been working on an assignment together, but this was different. There wasn’t a school related purpose and the way he had asked you had completely melted your heart and left you with your heart beating fast and cheeks that felt hot to the touch. The kiss on the cheek was rather what had caused that reaction though and for the remainder of the trip, you had worn a positively dreamy, uncontrollable smile.

The walk back to Hogwarts seemed to fly by and before you knew it, you were walking up the icy steps to the owlery. It was much colder as the sun hung low on the horizon, twilight drawing in as the last warm pink hues of light streaked across the few clouds that were in the sky.

You gripped the stone stairway tightly as you walked up the steps carefully, the ice making the steps particularly difficult to walk on. “Careful not to slip, love.” Draco seemingly came out of nowhere and you jumped when you’d heard his voice behind you, losing your footing on the icy steps, but Draco was quick to take hold of you and stop you from stumbling or falling.

“You won’t fall love, I’ve got you.” He smiled, stepping up to your side, the ashen haired boy chuckling softly at the look of mild embarrassment on your features. And to make it worse - or perhaps better, Draco had kept his hold on you and you realised just how close to each other you were. “Thank you.” You managed to get out in your flustered state, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that his touch seemed to make your heart skip a beat, but you had a feeling that at this point, there was very little point in hiding your liking for Draco, because you were pretty sure you had outed yourself at least more than once.

Taking your hand in his, Draco led you up the last few steps before you both reached the top of the stairs to find a beautiful view of the grounds. “I’d take you up to the top, but it’s a bit too icy.” Draco said, glancing over his shoulder at the entrance to the owlery. The door was shut, but you could still hear the owls hooting and chattering and moving about their roosts, the odd one here and there coming in to land and climbing into the tower by the little owl sized holes around the entire perimeter of the building.

Giggling, you cast your eyes down at your hands, yours fitting perfectly in his. “I don’t think going up is a good idea, I’d probably fall down the first step.” You joked, and while you said it in a playful manner, you knew you were more clumsy when you were around Draco, his presence always making you a little too flustered to fully concentrate on what you were doing. “I’d catch you if you did, sweetheart.” Draco replied, the name he used for you giving you butterflies while your heart fluttered in your chest and you wondered if he knew what he did to you.

“I’m sorry for asking you to come all the way out here, I would have asked you to meet me in the castle, but it’s hard to get a moment alone.” He told you, shifting a bit closer to your side. “It’s okay, the company and the view are certainly worth it.” You smiled, relaxing against him without realising at first, but as you leaned your head against his shoulder, you suddenly pulled away and looked away from him shyly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You rushed your apology out, but Draco shook his head, smiling as he let go of your hand to put his arm around your shoulder and gently pull you back against his side. “You never need to apologise to me, darling.” Draco reassured you calmly. “Besides, I never said I didn’t like it, did I?” He asked in a teasing tone, making you smile. “I suppose not.” You giggled softly.

And as you relaxed against him, letting out a breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding in, you felt yourself melt into his side, your head resting on his shoulder again as you watched the last rays of sunlight disappear and the twilight grow into a cool deep blue hue.

A soft breeze rustled the trees, the gentle patter of snow began to fill the air as the clouds came back in, casting a deeper grey blue across the sky and you shivered, Draco smiling as he tugged you even closer to your side.

“You know, earlier when I told you how I feel around you,” Draco paused, his breath swirling up in the cold air as he let out a breath. “You really do make me feel like I belong.” He smiled, looking over at you as he gently squeezed you against his side. “But there’s something else too, like this overwhelming feeling of-.” Draco stopped himself, eyes meeting yours, though his grey eyes held an air of deep thought. “A feeling of what, Draco?” You asked quietly with an edge of intrigue to your tone.

What was it really? It was more than a sense of belonging. It was deeper than a good friendship. It was more than just knowing the other person. It was as if, despite your different personalities, you were just meant to be. Perhaps the butterflies and the fluttering in his chest and the way his heart skipped a beat whenever you smiled or giggled or even looked at him was more than just a little crush.

“Love.” It came out as a whisper and for once, you watched as a soft pink blush blossomed on Draco’s cheeks and for a moment you were sure you were daydreaming this all up in the silence between you, but the longer you held his warm gaze and Draco looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes, you knew it was very much real. “You love me?” You whispered, your smile almost uncontrollable, but your eyes told him you were in disbelief, because throughout the years of knowing one another and becoming as close as you had, you told yourself time and time again that there was no way Draco Malfoy would like you that way, let alone love you.

“I love you.” Draco told you, his voice sincere and his smile soft and warm. “I love you too.” You replied, a little blown away because in all of the years you had known the Slytherin boy, you hadn’t once thought anything like this would ever happen. And without sparing another moment, Draco pulled you into his arms, his hands coming up to gently cradle your head as he leaned in to kiss you. He was tender and sweet as his lips moved against yours, warm and loving and you quickly melted against him, your fingers slowly brushing over his chest and slipping beneath the lapels of his long black coat to rest against his warm jumper. Draco held you with one hand resting on your lower back, while he gently held your cheek with the other, his lips soft and warm against yours as he kissed you slowly.

The snow fell in a gentle flurry around you as Draco deepened the kiss, your hands moving up to meet at the back of his neck, pulling yourself even closer to him. You felt your heart flutter and it was impossible not to smile into the kiss.

As he parted from you, Draco looked down at you with warmth and love in his eyes. Looking back on all of the moments you had spent with Draco, even from the very beginning those years ago when you had been paired together on that class project, there had always been something between you. And between the longing looks and the lingering touches, the secret meetings and the times he’d sneak up on you while you walked alone to get a giggle out of you. All of those times he came to comfort you and rest his hand gently on your shoulder or gently wipe away your tears with his thumbs and embrace you when you needed someone the most. How had you not seen it? How had you not seen the unconditional nature of his love for you? And you supposed in some ways you had seen it, but you were too busy trying to hide your own adoration for Draco and trying not to run away with the idea of being in love with him that it just didn’t quite occur to you.

“Come on darling, let’s head back and warm up with dinner.” Draco smiled, holding his hand out for you to take. “And perhaps you can tell me what you want to do for our first date while we eat?” He added as you placed your hand in his and looked up at him with a bright smile. “That sounds lovely.” You replied. “Not as lovely as you.” Draco grinned, teasing you a little bit. “How romantic of you.” You giggled, shaking your head as he started to walk you down the steps. “Only for you, my sweet girl.” Draco said with sincerity, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to your cheek.

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[siriusmydeer]

when you’re sick and blaise takes care of you

stubborn sickness

blaise zabini x gender neutral!reader

summary: blaise takes care of you while your sick.

word count: 1.0k

warnings: mentions of throwing up, illness, mentions of loosing consciousness.

“are you alright?” you heard is tranquil voice run through your brain like a bell, an adamant irritating bell that never stops ringing. his voice was normally undisturbed and restful but any murmur of noise could have you grasping your roots for some quiet as noise buzzed in your brain discomfortingly.

“yeah— um, fine.” you whispered, your face resting in your palm, closing your eyes trying to drown out the ringing bells radiating through your brain in a recurrent buzz and the piercing candlelight as if it was direct sun rays in your viewpoint. you felt cool hands grasp your cheeks, opening your eyes you saw the slytherin boy look at you with furrowed brows trying to analyze your behaviour.

“you’re warm,” he first spoke, his voice concentrating while one of his hands felt the searing flesh of your forehead. “you’re flushed, your probably sick.” he observed placing his hand back onto the apple of your cheek whilst your hand maneuvered into the side of your head, your fingers slightly pulling at your hair; the pad of his thumb slowly stroking your skin in a comforting manner as your eyes shut again slowly in slight relaxation.

“m’fine, just sweaty, and tired, and my brain feels like someone is playing ping pong in it.” you sniffled and wiped your nose while speaking in a murmured voice. you heard him clear his throat and the rustle of fabric around your form as he moved, removing his cold hands from your cheeks. you whined faintly as the loss of coolness from your feverish cheeks.

you begrudgingly opened your eyes to him collecting your things and placing them delicately into your satchel. your forehead creased in skepticism as to why he was packing your things, before you could even uttered a slurred word in fatigue he started to speak again.

“you’re ill, and you’re stubborn so you won’t let me take you to a healer. c’mon, i’m taking you to my prefect dorm.” he finished collecting his items as well, swinging both of yours bags onto his broad shoulder and holding out one of his crisp-umber hands awaiting for you to place your hand in his own awaiting one.

you stared up at him for a moment with hooded eyes, was being stubborn really worth it at the moment? you just wanted to curl up in an ice bath and release this fever overwhelming your nerves. you observed him for a moment before you dropped your hand like deadweight into his palm, letting him pull you up gently and aligning his fingers with your own. you swung your arms slightly leaning your head against his broad shoulder in debility as you trudged to his private prefect dorm.

the clutter of the bags colliding with the chair startled your drowsy body that was on the verge of sleeping mid-walk as blaise strided over to his drawers, he arrived back to your slouched figure with a viridescent sweater and a pair of ashen-grey sweatpants.

you tiredly stripped your clothes into his own leaving a pile of your uniform on the mahogany floor as blaise padded over to his blinds closing them and restricting the light from blazing into the room that was further provoking your headache. “i think my body might explode.” you murmured settling yourself underneath the boys covers in the king-sized bed.

as you were arranging the pillows the cluttering noises occurred again as he scrambled through his drawers as if we was foraging for something. he straightened his back up as he trudged to your somnolent body, he held an azure coloured potion that was swirling in a clear medium-sized vile that was corked at the top.

casually has illness-healing potions in his dorm, he was prepared for literally anything.

he looked at you with a challenging brow and moving his hand forward. you huffed for a moment, “is it gonna taste bad?” you mumbled into the pillow, your voice started to hoarsen as your sickness progressed to be worse without that potion.

“probably, but you don’t like ping pong balls in your brain, d’you?” blaise remarked seeing your face tremendously scowl at the vile, but he was right. you maneuvered your hands up, your agile fingers seemingly felt like they were weighed down by textbooks and you finally clutched onto the most-likely disgusting potion, craining your neck, popping off the cork and letting the azure coloured liquid drain down the column of your throat; your throat bobbing at the liquid passing through you.

it tasted pungent, with hints of mint and acidic herbs; you assumed cilantro or something similar had been infused in the potion from the soapy-undertone. you were practically fighting the urge to spew it out of your mouth and retch up everything that had been swirling in your stomach for the past week. “good girl.” he praised as he took the vile from you, settling a small grin on your sleepy face as you closed your eyelids yet again.

the rough blazer of his uniform grazed your back as he got behind you and pulled you close to his chest. the press of his lips against your cheek lightly was felt on your flushed skin as he finally settled his chin on the crown of your head; he kissed it once and placed his rounded chin back into your head, your hair tickling his chin slightly.

“you’re not going to change?” you slurred while your consciousness was slowly declining and you were slowly pulled into your dreams and your body was burning off the immense fever that was clung onto your nervous system like glue.

“want to take care of you first, angel.”

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[ghostdrew22]

Draco admires you with your kids and their friends

SOFT || Draco Malfoy

Requested: Yes Pairing: post-war Draco Malfoy x fem!reader Warnings: one minor injury that involves blood but other than that, nothing!

WORDS : 1767

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“Cass, come on, please put that down?” Draco asks with an exasperated tone as he runs after your daughter- who’s running around the living room with an evil giggle. “Scorpius, don’t you dare-“

Draco gets cut off by the sound of glass shattering as your son, Scorpius, and his friend, Liam, drop a vase off the table. He stops mid-run and sighs heavily as he runs his hands down his face.

Draco has always wanted children. For as long as he can remember he’s wanted children so that he could fill the gaping hole that was left by the lack of affection from his father. But that same hole, that very same resulting trauma, has always made him think that he just can’t do it, that he’ll end up exactly like his own father. And it’s always moments like these that make him doubt his abilities, moments like these that make him wonder if in comparison to his own father he’s too soft.

Draco would’ve never gotten away with half the stuff that your children do at this age, but also he never really had much of a childhood anyway. In a way, being a stay-at-home dad helps him make up for that and recover long lost moments of adolescence that he never had the opportunity to experience. Moments like this, in which he has to chase around your chaotic children and try not to get drunk on the sound of their elated and mischievous giggles, that he still doesn’t know if he’s earned it yet, despite the fact that he’s become a teddy bear in comparison to his own father.

The first time the two of you had discussed children you’d both agreed that one of you would be a stay-at-home parent, and at the time you’d been happy to follow in your mother’s footsteps and volunteer for the role. But then you fell pregnant and hesitated to submit your resignation papers so, in a moment of rushed and haphazard courage, Draco resigned instead and fully committed to the stay-at-home dad lifestyle, despite his perpetual fear of failure, so that you could have the advantage of both motherhood and a successful career. Draco hated his ministry job and you, paradoxically, did not- it was a win-win situation.

So now he stands in your living room, wearing an apron with your daughter’s favourite tv character on it, feeling very exasperated and out of sorts at the overwhelming responsibility of having to supervise your children’s playdates.

You walk into the living room and take in the scene- Cass, holding one of Draco’s old academic trophies as her and Jade run around with paint on their faces, and the boys wrestling on the ground, awkwardly close to the remnants of a broken vase- stopping behind your husband to wrap your arms around his waist and plop a kiss up onto his cheek. He softens into your touch and turns to kiss the side of your forehead before you sink off your tiptoes and onto the heels of your feet. “Need some help?”

To say that your twins are a handful would be an understatement, now add to that two other children with just as much chaotic energy? An absolute disaster. You’d told Draco that taking them to the zoo or the park for the playdate would’ve been a better idea but he insisted on celebrating the twin’s birthday at home and you’d obliged to his wishes. Now, he regrets not listening to you.

“If you don’t mind, that would be great.” He pouts at you and you laugh lightly at his frustration.

“Boys, break it up. Girls, freeze right now.” All the kids halt their movements and quickly turn their heads to face you with wide eyes, “There’s a cake that needs to be cut up and eaten in the next thirty minutes but I don’t think you have earned it.”

“No, we have!”

“Please mum? We’ve been good!”

Draco scoffs at your daughter’s blatant lie of having been good and you bite back a smile. “I’m sure you have, but if you really want the cake then I’m going to need you all to play a couple of games of hide and seek outside first. The winner gets the biggest slice.”

They all squeal in excitement and hurry to run out to the garden so that they can play. You quickly mutter a charm to repair the vase and turn to your husband who’s looking at you with a mixture of exhaustion and adoration.

“You’re my saviour.” He breathes out and you smile, “Somehow you spend less time with them and still manage to handle them better.”

“A mother’s touch love.” You giggle and give him a quick peck.

“I wish this mother would touch me.” He hints as he pulls you in by the waist with a grin.

“You’re so-“

A sharp cry from down the hall cuts you off and you both sigh. “I’ll go get him.” You reply.

“I’ll get the cake ready.”

~

The kids all come running into the kitchen excitedly at the sound of your voice calling for them to get cake. You smile at the sound of their giggles erupting into the kitchen as you play with the recently awoken baby in your arms, but your smile is gone as quick as it came at the sound of a light yelp and cry coming from one of the older kids.

Without missing a beat you rush toward the sound and find that it’s Jade harbouring a thin, but rather long, cut along the expanse of her leg and right below her knee. Draco can see that you’re moving to help her and he holds his hands out for the baby but you pay him no attention and, somehow, manage to lift the 8 year-old into your other arm and carry her up onto the kitchen counter- while still straddling your son on your hip.

“What happened sweetie?” You ask your friend’s daughter gently as you make to grab antiseptic, cotton wool and a bandage from under the sink- the place you and Draco had taken to storing them after the kids came back from playing outside with injuries one too many times.

“I think I scraped my leg against the edge of the little gate by the door.” She points toward the door that leads out to the garden and you nod in acknowledgement- knowing exactly which gate she’s referring to.

“Come here my little skittles, give mum some space to breathe.” Draco figures it’s best not to interrupt you and gestures for the other children to come toward him. They all shuffle their feet against the tile nervously as they keep their eyes trained on their friend.

“I’m so sorry love, we’ll make sure to get that fixed for next time you come over, yeah?” You ask her with furrowed eyebrows and she nods perkily. “This is going to hurt a bit, but I know that you’re a very brave girl so if you can close your eyes, count to ten for me and squeeze my hand that would be great.” She nods and follows your instructions- grabbing hold of your outstretched hand that sits underneath the baby’s bottom- while you dowse some cotton wool in antiseptic and drag it softly down the injury.

She winces but doesn’t cry, counting to ten as instructed and trying to focus on the promise of cake waiting or her, and soon enough you’ve already draped the bandage over her leg.

Draco watches the scene unfold with a look of admiration coating his features. It’s in this moment that he sees why you became an auror- no matter the situation you always present a fierce, prepared and oddly comforting energy- it’s one of the reasons he fell so deeply in love with you and it’s a quality of yours that he hopes both of your children will inherit.

“Thank you aunt Y/N.” She smiles up at you and your heart wrenches at the sight. You give her a kiss on the forehead and help her off the counter.

“You are very welcome, Jade. And I think you’ve earned the biggest slice of cake, what do you guys think?” You turn to the other children with an inquisitive gaze and they all nod quickly in agreement- wanting desperately to make their injured friend feel better. “Okay, bottoms in seats then!”

All the kids scramble to find seats around the table as you go about handing them each a plate with cake in it- making sure to give Jade the biggest slice. 
Draco knows that he should feel envious at how easily you get the kids to bend at your will despite the fact that he spends way more time with them, but all he can feel is an immense sense of love and pride swelling in his heart. He feels soft.

He knows that the ‘woman can have it all’ mantra is often misleading and impractical but the truth is that you can have it all. Somehow you juggle your family and work so well it almost looks flawless, and while he knows how hard you work to keep it all steady, he still always finds himself speechless at how well you do it. Even after spending countless nights reassuring you that you’re not a bad mother for wanting a career, he can’t seem to understand why you’d ever doubt your abilities when he watches you in action.

Badass auror in the papers, loving mother in the house and generous lover in the-

“Draco?”

“Oh, sorry love, did you say something?” He blinks back his thoughts and smiles down at you.

You tilt your head backwards in a laugh and move to hand your husband the baby, “I was asking what you want to get for dinner? Blaise and Luna are picking up Jade and Liam soon so I thought that maybe we could just order in for dinner tonight?”

“That sounds lovely actually, I’m not particularly interested in cooking or eating Flora’s burnt food.” He says with a grimace- referring to your very incompetent house elf.

“You really should fire her.”

“She’s got nowhere else to go.” He pouts and you roll your eyes.

“When did you become so soft?” You raise your eyebrows at him and he shrugs as he watches you speak sweetly to your son that he’s got in his arms.

In that moment he already knows the answer, he became so soft the minute you came into his life, and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

“I won hide and seek by the way, so that cake was rightfully mine.” Scorpius grumbles out- even though he wears the signature Malfoy grin on his lips- and you all laugh at his random outburst.

<~>

So there’s my first ever request! I hope I did it justice, it was a little difficult to put someone else’s vision down and into words but it was a really nice challenge and I’d like to do more so please feel free to request moreeee.

Jean <3

[slyttherins]

Post battle | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: After something traumatic happened during the Battle of Hogwarts, you are in complete shock and has only one thing in mind: finding Draco

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word count: 969

Square filled: Post battle

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The battle was finished - Voldemort had been vanquished -, yet your fingers were still tightly gripping your wand, ready to fire hexes and counter-spells at anyone who'd aim at you. Your tights were ripped on the leg where you had tripped and you could feel blood dripping on your forehead - nothing alarming though.

''Y/N! There you are,'' someone said, coming toward you. Ginny.

You didn't react, hands trembling as you stood in the middle of the hallway, in complete shock.

Another set of feet followed Ginny's, lighter in their step.

''It's over, Y/N,'' Luna' soft voice informed, her delicate hands covering yours as she lowered your wand. ''The battle is over.''

Slowly, your eyes found hers, blue-grey like-

''Draco. I need to find Draco.'' Your words sounded almost robot-like.

''He's not here-'' Ginny started, but you didn't let her finish.

''He has to be somewhere in the castle,'' you said sharply. ''I...I can't lose him too.'' Tears filled your eyes, but you didn't let them fall, afraid you wouldn't be able to make them stop.

Before you, the girls shared a confused look. Ginny opened her mouth, about to ask questions, but you walked away, ignoring your friends who were telling you to come back, and went in search of your lover.

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You frantically searched through every classroom of the castle, taking every staircase to every floor. Most classrooms had been partly destroyed during the battle, desks and chairs resting on the floor in a puddle of dust and broken wood. Some stairs were falling apart too, but were still usable.

On the second floor, you recognized a boy from your Potion class, laying on the ground, half of his body covered by a massive brick. His eyes were open, but he wasn't breathing. How could he with a piece of wall crushing his lungs? Your breathing fastened, horrified, and you stepped back, almost tripping through the debris of what must've been an explosion.

To your left, pieces of glass littered the floor, coming from the busted window just above. You carefully stepped on the glass, having no other choice and was about to take the staircase to the fourth floor when you heard his voice.

You almost didn't turn around, worried you had imagined it, but something inside you knew it was him. He had emerged from the hospital wing with Theo by his side, hair a mess and black dust on his cheek.

Draco abandoned his friend and came up to you, relieved to see that you were alright. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight, but you were too in shock to return the gesture. He frowned, your lack of response alerted him.

He saw the cut on your forehead and got worried you might have a concussion. ''What happened to your head? Did you hit it?''

You shook your head.

Draco performed a quick episkey, making the cut heal and disappear.

''Have you seen Blaise?'' Theo asked, joining you. He looked around for his friend, but the Slytherin boy wasn't there.

Blaise.

''He's-'' You interrupted yourself, voice caught in your throat, unable to say it.

''Where is he, Y/N?'' Theo pressed.

''Don’t pressure her. Can’t you see that she’s not well?'' Draco warned the brunet. He understood that Theo was worried about his friend - he was too -, but you were clearly in shock and pressuring you would only make the situation worse.

''We were duelling on the fifth floor. I got cornered by Dolohov and Blaise came to my rescue, but another Death Eater fired a curse at him. H-he's dead.'' After the word left your lips, you broke down, emotions crashing over you. Tears streamed down your face and you couldn't stop them.

Losing people was inevitable in a battle, but he thought Crabbe would get killed first. Not Blaise. He was a skilled wizard, it didn’t make sense.

Draco exchanged an apologetic look with Theo before shifting his eyes back to you. Blaise was dead. Theo started crying in silence, mourning his friend. Draco wanted to cry too. Blaise was his friend - one of his closest friends.

''Someone needs to owl Mrs. Zabini. I say we go back to the Manor and-''

''Someone needs to get his body. We can’t leave him here, Draco. They’ll put him with the Death Eaters. Blaise wasn’t a bad person. He can’t be with them, they’ll tarnish his name.''

You were rambling at this point, but you weren’t wrong. All bodies who had the death mark on them would be put together and registered by the aurors as Death Eaters - followers of Voldemort. Blaise may have had the mark, but he never did anything bad. He never killed anybody.

''We can't stay here, Y/N,'' Draco explained. ''The castle is falling apart and you're in shock. Mother should have a few calming draught vials at home. Perhaps a sleeping potion too-''

Your head snapped up. ''No. I'm not tired. I don't want to sleep.''

It was false. You were exhausted, but you didn't want to close your eyes, forced to relive your friend's death every time you'd do so.

Blaise's flipendo had knocked Dolohov into a wall, saving you from his curse, but another Death Eater with dark blond hair had just gotten up and was aiming at Blaise. You wanted to scream at him to look out, but it was too late. That bloody killing curse had hit him.

Draco kissed your temple, but didn't fight. ''Okay. Let's at least get you clean up.''

''I’ll go look for Blaise and meet you at the Manor,'' informed Theo.

Draco nodded and disappeared with a crack.