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unmarlou · 3 months

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time to pretend.

pairings. slytherins x fem!reader

summary. a typical day at the summer house.

lacy says. saltburn inspo but no bath water :/ this is bad lol purely for the aesthetic.

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"oi!"

the morning sun was beaming down stronger than yesterday. your sunglasses weren't even enough to keep you from squinting, though the book in your hands did good job if held at the right angle. and had it not been for the towel between, your skin would've been sticking to the lawn chair.

"morning blaise..." pansy said dreamily at your right. she was still half asleep.

you looked over your shoulder and saw blaise approaching, draco in tow. "didn't even bother to tell us you were out here, i see."

"we wanted you to get your beauty sleep, darling. nice swim trunks." they had tiny hula girls on them.

"i am a man of fashion." he plopped himself at the chair to your left, adjusting his shorts and sunglasses. he flashed a smile - a pretty one that only he could own and flaunt regardless the time of day. he quickly nudged your leg and pointed to draco, who sat at pansy's feet.

he was covered in noticeable amounts of sunscreen, head to toe. not only with a look of distain on his face but his slouch conveyed a message just fine on its own.

involuntarily a snort escaped, followed by stifled laughs.

"oh shut up."

even pansy, who was curled on her side away from everyone, sticking her hand out to some small animal, laughed, "we're only admiring you.”

all he could do was roll his eyes.

"stolen my chair then, have you?"

everyone’s attention turned to the voice, only to see enzo, also in his bathing suit, holding a platter of fruit. he almost looked like the cover of a magazine your mother wouldn't let you buy.

glancing over the back of the chair you could see mattheo and theodore walking in the field, talking lazily, probably sharing their first hellos of the day.

lorenzo placed the silver plate down on the small table between the chairs. you had asked him to bring something to eat expecting a piece of toast, though with him, you should've known better.

"well we can share, you know?"

"thank you, enzo."

he gave you a quick nod and wink, his way of saying no problem, never wanting to make a big deal out of gestures he found to be the minimum in his friendships.

"want me to sit on your lap then, blaise?"

draco rang on your left, "past a strawberry… please."

your arm extended to him, presenting three instead of just one. he cracked a reluctant smile, always surprised at how well you all knew him, never letting him stay miserable for long, "thanks."

a new shadow appeared on the ground in front of you causing you to peer up and greet theodore, "fruit?"

he shook his head, eyes still puffy and barely open, indicating he had just awoken. he stretched and rested his hands on either side of yours and pansy's chairs. bringing his forehead down to his left hand, he seemed to be taking a chance at sleep again.

"theo's had a rough morning."

you turned again and almost cackled at the sight of lorenzo sitting in blaise's lap, and mattheo sitting in lorenzo's. you could've sworn you saw the chair slightly give way under their weight.

pansy teased, "but an excellent night, isn't that right, teddy?"

he groaned loudly. drinking was never his strong-suit. he could roll and smoke all day, even on his worst, but going shot-for-shot was something he did only when feeling the most audacious. and something he always came to regret.

he shuffled his way to the small dock at the pond in front of you. eyes still closed, he laid down on the edge, his arm hanging over and into the water.

"hangover so bad he had to reconnect with nature."

“we’ve all been there.”

you smiled idly. placing the book on your stomach, not even considering an odd tan line. tilting your head back, your eyes closed.

a breeze blew, giving your skin a break from the exhausting heat it was under. you could feel the full trees above sway, and hear the water of the pond move with theodore’s helping hand. the low indistinct chatter of your friends simply background noise to remind you you weren’t alone in this oasis.

most mornings were like this. easy and quiet, any and all problems excluded from this place, this bubble of a world you had. if ever asked what moment you wished you could relive again and again, it would always be this.

the large, wall lining, arched windows of the left wing hallway made it the sunniest place in the house at this time of day. and the cold tile felt nice under your concrete-burnt feet.

the windows were wide open, allowing the plants and hung-dry linens of the courtyard to creep in and fill the corridor with a scent that could make one nostalgic for a place and time they’ve never even been.

your steps were the only sound until they multiplied. by the cadence of the walk, you knew who it was.

“theodore feeling any better?”

“loads,” in the corner of your eye you could see him pull a cigarette out and spark a light, he took a long drag before continuing, “gave him one of my cures.”

you shuddered, twisting your face. mattheo had an affinity for putting ingredients in a pot, mixing it up, and saying it would fix any and all problems. sometimes you thought even he didn’t believe his own words, he just liked seeing your face contort in disgust. “let me know when his tail starts growing.”

entering the room at the end of the hall, the sound of the shower running became clear. the french doors of the back wall were open, allowing air to flow freely.

you spun on your heel and allowed yourself to fall onto the four-poster, now staring at the charm displayed up on the canopy. one you recognized, as all your parents used to do it when you were children; a depiction of the night sky, to lull you to sleep and wish you sweet dreams.

mattheo was on his stomach next to you, carefully tapping ashes off the side of the bed. in the lighting of the room you could see how summer had be treating him, skin tanned by the sun, while his hair only got lighter. he tapped your arm for your attention, and pointed to the bathroom, furrowing his brows.

“pansy.” you answered.

an oh formed on his face.

the sound of wind chimes rang in the distance, accompanied by tree leaves brushing against each other, and birds singing softly. there were actually a few birds gathered at the small balcony just outside the french doors. they always seemed to gravitate towards pansy, all the beauty in life resided to her.

“i wonder what snape is doing right about now.”

you groaned, putting your hands over your face, trying to hide from the imagine of your professor in your mind, “don’t mention him, his energy will invade the space.”

“say his name three times and he’ll appear, you know!” pansy’s shouting voice carried into the room. there was actually no need for her to, you could hear her perfectly fine seeing as the bathroom door was wide open; she hated having it closed, never wanting to be separated from the rest of world for too long.

you shouted back, “says she who flirts with him for a higher grade!”

“it’ll work one day, just you wait!”

this was true, she was absolutely convinced she could charm her way to at least Exceeds Expectations. not that anything had given her an indication it had worked in the past. or ever.

mattheo sat up, almost choking on his laugh, “just do what enzo does, pretend your best friends with him.”

the shower turned off, followed by long rustled movement before she walked out. she held a stark white towel to her body, water droplets coming off her hair and onto her freckled collarbones. “does it work?”

he ran a hand through his hair while reaching to put his cig out on the bedside ashtray, “ ‘course not. but easier to watch and keep the lunch down than your attempts.”

she made a face before opening one of the dresser drawers next to her and chucking a pair of balled-up socks at him.

suddenly the door bursted open, presenting blaise and lorenzo. they wore cheesy smiles and had their arms extended out beside themselves, “OUR DINNER OUTFITS!”

both were still wearing their swim trunks from earlier in the day, yet this time accompanied by suit jackets, ties, - that certainly did not match and they definitely dug up from the attic - dress shoes, and jewelry to go with. theo ran up behind and wrapped a boa around blaise’s neck.

“no fair! i want one!”

“there’s a whole lot more in the boxes we found, hurry up and we’ll get you one.”

“didn’t think to include me, then?”

“those have to be at least 60 years old.”

“jesus enz, what kinda parties did your dad used to throw?”

he flopped on the bed, a dust cloud emerging from the jacket, causing you to cough and wave your hand through the air. “no clue,” he leaned closer to you, showing his wrist, “but look at this fancy watch i found.”

it looked as old as time.

“no doubt you’re sweating enough for all of us in those?” draco leaned on the doorframe.

“would be unnatural if we weren’t.”

pansy walked to the armoire, and shuffled her hanging clothes along until she found what she was looking for: a silk black dress. she picked the hanger off the rack and walked it over the french doors, putting on the doorframe. she turned to everyone’s eyes on her and shrugged, “might as well.”

playing dress up was always fun, especially when all the glamour was real. watches and diamonds, boas and silks.

the dining hall was lit, wall to expansive wall with candles. the curtains up high drawn back, displaying the rising moon. the long table in the center was decorated with the most gorgeous grand arrangement.

the house elves had absolutely outdone themselves, platters of food spanning each end of the table. and though you didn’t see much of them, you made a mental note to seek at least one out and thank them.

after more digging around and even a trip to the attic, which made you consider taking a second shower of the day, you had found the best box of all; charles berkshire’s record collection. bowie, zeppelin, beatles, queen - it was a 60s/70s wet dream. so for the first time in what must’ve been years, the gramophone record player of the dining hall was to be put to use.

with everyone now standing at their respective seats, prosecco was to be poured.

mattheo, who sat on the right head of the table, was the one to open it; he always was. his naturally mischievous smile was one to be admired, especially when each of you wore the same one. with a big POP! he went around and filled everyone’s flutes - although you all cheered, the night hadn’t started just yet.

each with your drinks, lorenzo danced over to the record player and placed the needle down. a night at the opera began. he slowly turned to face you all once again, raising his glass and walking back to his seat, the left head of the table. all other glasses were then raised high, and his role as host was to be fulfilled, “live forever!”

“live forever!” you chorused, arms extending closer to each other before cheers erupted once again, louder this time, accompanying the crescendo of death on two legs. cups were brought to mouths, and taking your first sip you could’ve sworn you recognized that phrase, somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind, but couldn’t seem to place it.

pulling chairs forward, everyone was sat. looking around, under the immense candle light their faces had a new glow, one that filled you with an unexplainable excitement. the night had begun.

the feast was lovely, you all agreed it must’ve been the best you’d ever had. though you could’ve just been drunk and hungry.

“this is the best food i’ve ever tasted.”

“best.” emphasized lorenzo.

mattheo covered his mouth, still chewing, “never been better.”

this conversation happened multiple times since you had started eating. each time blaise ended it by saying, “god we sound like our parents.”

the room smelled like the extravagant parties back home, the boys smoking their macanudo’s - inspirado black’s, they swore by - leaving strong cigar smoke lingering above you. pansy had drank enough to pull out her cigarettes, and one was passed around the table. your glass was bottomless, literally, allowing your feeling of weightlessness to continue.

the conversations around were indecipherable, you just sat picking at whatever food was left on your plate, intent on listening to the music in the background. the record player was enchanted, never needing for someone to get up and change the record; once the needle was down, and an album was over, a new one would take its place.

you took another sip of whatever it was in your glass, listening to the end of some song, what was going to play next didn’t even cross your mind until the beginning chords of a new one rang out. standing up suddenly, causing your drink to slightly spill on the hard wood, you gasped, “this SONG.”

your arm immediately shot out to pansy, who looked up at you mid-drag and smiled. you couldn’t even remember what song it was or where you had heard it before but you knew it was imperative to give it its own moment. meeting each other halfway, arms waiting for the other person and giggling, your hands interlocked with hers.

dancing, spinning around, and laughing; you had never felt so blissfully unaware. or dizzy.

more bodies appeared around the two of you, but ones you knew well and invited with the most love one could feel for another person. blaise’s boa wrapped around him and draco as they danced and sang, theodore holding a bottle of champagne while mattheo bent lower to waterfall it, and enzo grabbing both yours and pansy’s hands to spin you simultaneously.

you weren’t sure who’s laugh was who’s, or what song was playing, who’s hand you were holding, or what drink was being poured, not like any of it mattered. once again you had entered a bubble, impenetrable from the outside world.

the library couch was the comfiest in the whole chateau. the fire had been crackling for some time, accompanied by lorenzo’s piano playing on the west wall. he was actually the best you’d ever heard, though he shyly kept his talent close to his chest - until the proper moments.

you watched the embers pop off the fire mindlessly, not thinking about anything in particular. a book sat in your lap but it had been forgotten long ago, your unfocused eyes unable to retain the words. they were however able to travel upwards to the painting on the mantle, for the first time you truly looked at it - it was a group of people, slightly older than yourself. you immediately recognized lorenzo’s father, although here he was more handsome, his son certainly took after him. searching farther you spotted a woman, and after some staring you deduced it was bellatrix, her cheekbones being the exact same as mattheo and enzo. she truly was beautiful, regardless of the sinister look she was giving through the paint. you couldn’t make out the others, though you noted a boy, who was definitely younger than the rest, with curls that fit his face well and a solemn expression that carried a worlds worth of weight.

mattheo and draco sat on the rug, silently playing chess. they had become more and more fond of muggle chess as the summer went on.

pansy was sprawled out on the lounge chair to your right, the spaghetti straps of her dress daring to slip off her shoulders. her eyes were closed as she hummed - incorrectly - to the piano. she hung her head over the edge, causing her bangs to fall off her face, and her now open green eyes found yours. your smiles matched each other.

blaise, who was seated next to you on the couch, had his legs resting on the ottoman. he was holding a letter from his mother that had arrived a couple days ago, just now finding the time to read it. theodore was in the opposing lounge chair, eating the chocolates that accompanied the letter. she had sent them just for him - his favorites from honeydukes he had sorely missed. he watched mattheo and draco’s game intently.

“play that last one again.” you had called out to enzo.

he scooted his chair and looked over his shoulder, “liebestraum no. 3?”

“sure.”

“you like liszt?”

you paused, turning to face him and furrowing your brows in obvious confusion, before replying to the best of your ability, “…i like you?”

he gave a smile that was only reserved for you. liebestraum no. 3 began again.

you slumped down on your side, your feet now hitting blaise’s clothed thigh, he gave a tap to your ankle, indicating recognition but not taking his eyes off the letter. with your ear now against the armrest, your breathing slowed.

you focused on every sound. the chess pieces gliding across the wood board followed by draco’s or mattheo’s huffs of concentration, the faraway wind chime carrying in through the open window, lorenzo playing that piece you had grown to love in the last few minutes, the pops of fire, pansy’s subtle soft humming, and the crinkle of the papers blaise held.

your eyes closed, whether voluntarily or not you weren’t sure, but you didn’t fight it. overwhelming comfort and content had taken you, warmth from all over allowing absolute relaxation.

“hey… hey, wake up.”

“y/n… y/n…”

the harsh nudge of your arm made you open your eyes. squinting up, you could make out blaise and theodore. you, unintentionally, matched their tone by whispering back to them, “what?”

“wake up, we’re going for a swim.” blaise flashed you the same smile from the morning, it was so genuine even your groggy mind thought of how you’d never know anyone else with one like that. theo had moved on to wake pansy.

draco’s voice came from behind the couch, “she awake?” before an answer came he peered over from above and your eyes met, “lovely. now get pans and let’s go.”

sitting up and looking around you finally realized why everything looked different - the fire had gone out. now the only light was the full moon shining through the windows. the room was coated in silver.

you rubbed your eyes harshly to adjust and looked over to see pansy doing the same, “what do you want again?” her voice was raspy and tired.

“swimming.” you answered, standing up with the help of blaise’s hand. once to your feet you realized you were still in your dinner attire, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. you stuck an arm out to her. grasping it and standing, she opened her eyes wide and blinked rapidly. her voice was abruptly normal again, “well c’mon then.”

the boys were close behind the two of you, exiting the library. the entire manor was the same coloring of silver and blue. any other place and you would’ve been creeped out and uneasy, but in this place with these people, you could never feel anything other than safe.

going your separate ways from them to change, you and pansy walked the corridors, chatting nonsensically.

entering your room, you undressed quickly, happy to get the confining dress clothes from what seemed like hours ago, off of your body. you picked a bathing suit from drawers, tossing one to pansy too, who couldn’t be bothered to go to her room. both of you helped the other tie their suit.

voices in the hall approached your door, before a series of knocks. you both called back, “yeah?”

draco’s head peered in cautiously, before noticing you both were clothed, then opening the door fully to reveal the others. he held his arm up, “we’ve got towels, come on.”

all the boys said some iteration of come on and let’s go, eager to get out. rushing, you both were handed towels. excited chatter overtook the group, voices echoing and bouncing off the expansive walls. lorenzo appeared suddenly from the back, running, and yelling at the top of his lungs.

this triggered a domino effect, everyone was now chasing each other down the halls. something in the back of your mind told you to look around, and when you did, it seemed as though childhood had come back. playing games and having races with the same people that ran beside you now. watching their faces as they passed you saw summers long gone, of late night swims and early sun-basking mornings, dress up dinners and quiet library lounging. you ran and ran and ran.

your bare feet hit the concrete of the patio before hitting the dewy grass. though night, it was still warm, humidity latched to your skin. you had joined hands with blaise, a silent agreement. the moonlight illuminated the pond, beckoning you to come forward. it was just a ways away.

lorenzo had made it first, his shout as he jumped in rattling everything in a 10 mile radius. for the rest of the summer he would go on to say that he had to have made the world record for largest splash.

mattheo was close behind, so close in fact you thought he might land on enzo’s head, though he resurfaced just in time to watch him jump in and moved out of the way.

you and blaise were next, hand-in-hand again, running off the dock, your screams silenced by the water. cold consumed your entire body for the first time in months. it was relieving to have your body soaked in something other than sunscreen or sweat. feeling the last of your friends enter after you, you opened your eyes and found them. swimming to each other, you grazed skin as if to say even in water, i’m right by your side. if you didn’t need air, you would’ve considered staying down there forever.

breaching the surface and taking a deep breath, you brushed all the hair out of your face. you looked around to find some with droplets combing through from their hair to their eyelashes, and others with water slicked-back hair. each was breathing as heavily as you, half from having to catch their breath, half from pure exhilaration.

water splashed from all directions, making you squint and do the same. you weren’t sure who was splashing you for the fun of it and who was splashing you because you had splashed them. yelps and laughs were echoing off the surrounding trees. the plants were drinking well tonight.

“let’s play chicken!” someone had shouted over all the noise. cheers of agreement erupted from the chorus and subsequently the excessive pushing of water was halted.

you had fond memories of chicken. it used to be the boys on the girls shoulders, back when they all were still shorter than pansy and you. but now they were taller and had built quidditch bodies. as much as you believed in yourself, you didn’t desire feeling a draco sized weight on your shoulders.

“girls versus boys!” you announced.

theo shrugged, “not much of a competition.”

blaise took him by the shoulder, “ay, beware of the black haired one, she likes to go for the eyes.”

it was decided you and pansy versus theodore and lorenzo. they were a great duo, the two of them were the beaters on the quidditch team. they surely knew how to work together.

theo stood behind enzo, waiting for him to dip underwater.

“oi try not to pull the hair, i’ve got a sensitive scalp.” enzo reached a hand up and combed the back his head. theo looked like he was going to say something, before just shaking his head and sighing, “m’sure i’ll manage.”

a countdown from three began, then hitting one, you and lorenzo went under. water engrossed your entirety once more. feeling pansys hand upon your shoulder for balance, then her leg, you held on. within less than a few seconds she was securely on and you rose. you took a big breath once again, pushing your hair out of your face. the boys were in sync with you.

almost immediately pansy and theo were at each others throats. their arms went up, interlocking, and their bodies casted a shadow on lorenzo and you. it was like a tiny pocket. shouts came from beside you; blaise, mattheo, and draco each yelling out what could’ve been tips but when shouting over each other it really just sounded like a bunch of nothing. you were pretty sure whatever they were saying was going to be unhelpful anyways.

between keeping your balance, trying to push enzo, and still treading, you were determined to win.

“ah! ow! STOP TRYING TO PUT YOUR FINGERS IN MY EYES I CANT SEE!”

pansy clearly was as well.

it suddenly hit you who you were up against. this was lorenzo, the single most ticklish person you’d ever know. you weren’t sure why you hadn’t thought of it earlier. with a mischievous smile and lots of trust that pansy could remain on your moving shoulders, you reached to his bare stomach and began prodding at him.

just as you expected, he started to freak out. “hey! HEY!” he laughed between his shouts, “STOP- STOP THAT! NOT- FAIR!”

the boys on side were having a field day.

“ENZ!”

“I CANT-”

“DONT YOU DARE DROP ME.”

and with a strong push from pansy up top, and another prod to enzo’s side from you, both of their exclamation were stifled by gurgles of water.

pansy dived down, quickly coming up and hollering. cheers were shared all around, even from theo and enzo.

“let’s stick to quidditch.”

“agreed.”

in the midst of it all, you turned to face the house. it wasn’t foreign to any of you by any means, yet catching it in this moment you couldn’t help but feel amazed by its beauty. as if you were truly noticing it for the first time. it harbored your love within its stone. your love for this season, your love for this place, your love for these people. looking at the scene you saw your friends, you reached for them and they accepted, reaching for you. you heard their laughs, saw their smiles, and felt the same on yourself.

all in one breath you realized what lorenzo had said earlier was not just some toast; it was a definitive proclamation.

in this bubble of a world, you would live forever.

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wordsarelife · 2 months

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—timeless

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: draco malfoy wouldn’t have thought to come across you in a dark magic shop or how eager he would be to marry you

notes: i changed it up a bit, i hope that’s alright

warnings: mentions of grooming, loved ones dying || navigation

the dim light of the street lantern was falling into the window of the dark magic shop. the wind hit the bells behind the door when it got opened, making them chime a melodic melody.

“hello?” a voice asked.

you looked up from the paper on the counter and searched for the person that had just come through the door. it wasn’t long until draco malfoy entered your field of vision.

“l/n?” he asked surprised when his eyes fell on you.

“malfoy” you noted. his hair was as light as ever, but he looked a bit healthier since the last time you had seen him, which arguably wasn’t the best. it had been the final fight and you had watched him being walked away by his parents.

“what are you doing here?” he proceeded to ask “i wouldn’t have thought that someone like you would come anywhere near this shop”

you hadn’t been friends at hogwarts. quite the opposite really. you had always belonged to ron, hermione and harry, while draco had made it his mission to torture them.

although you had always been by their side, he had never once said anything about you. probably because even draco malfoy pitied you, like the rest of the school. your parents had been brutally killed by death eaters during your second year in hogwarts. even though you hated to see the pity in people's eyes, you had never noticed it when he looked at you. it was just silence, like he had not a single thought in his head whenever he would look at you, as if looking at you would silence the rest of the world.

you had always looked at bit smaller, a bit more fragile than your classmates. so fragile, not even draco malfoy dared to break you.

“my uncle bought the shop last year” you answered truthfully “and as i’m staying with him..” you trailed off, leaving the rest of the sentence hanging in the air.

“aha” malfoy nodded, and having decided that that was enough smalltalk either of you could endure, without growing uncomfortable, his hand went to the bag he was carrying and took something out.

he set the object down on the counter in front of you. it looked like a normal mirror, but it was black and you knew that it wouldn’t do you any good to search for your reflection.

“it’s my fathers” malfoy said after a few seconds of silence, before he cleared his throat “it was my fathers”

“oh” was all you could say.

“i’m trying to sell a few of his belongings.. that are on the darker side” his eyes found yours as he finally looked up “i don’t think anyone would be particularly happy about us still keeping those things”

“yeah, no” you agreed, gently taking the mirror into your hands.

“what does it do?” malfoy asked and you furrowed you eyebrows, surprised that he was asking you.

“nothing good” you said vaguely, watching his eyes darting over the object in your hands “it’s corruption” you concluded “every object of dark magic just corrupts the soul and in comparison, what they can do is just not worth it”

“i know” malfoy nodded quickly, his eyes returning to watch you instead of the mirror.

you wrapped it up in some paper and taped it shut, so no one was dared to look at it.

“that’s why i’m selling it” he said “that’s why i’m selling all of these things my father owned. it will just take me some time to find all of them”

“okay” you nodded, not sure what you could say instead.

“i just have the mirror with me today, i wanted it out of the house as soon as i found it” he added quickly. it seemed like not saying anything was motivation enough for him to talk.

or maybe, what you didn’t know was that he had so much to say, because he couldn’t tell it to anyone else. there were just him and his mother in that dark house and he wouldn’t try to talk to her about any of this. she had been through enough.

to his surprise he found a bit of comfort in your warm eyes, making it almost impossible for him not to tell you everything. and it was weird that you were harry potters best friend of all people. but you were friendly and you were here, so he didn’t care.

maybe he had never really cared that he should not be feeling about you this way.

you took out a book that seemed so old, that it almost fell apart when it hit the counter and turned the pages to find the price range for the dark magical object that was still laying next to you.

malfoy was watching you in complete silence and before he could question if the mood had shifted to become uncomfortable, a happy squeal broke out of your lips.

“i got it!” you smiled, pointing at the top of the page. malfoy tried to bend his head to look at it, before you were finally friendly enough to turn the book in his direction.

“huh” malfoy nodded “it's more than i thought it would be worth”

“that's quite common with these objects” you smiled happily and malfoy mirrored your expression. he was a bit surprised you were smiling at him, but it seemed like you didn’t harbour any hard feelings towards him.

he remembered you clearly, a few months ago at hogwarts, standing on the stairs, your braid ripped apart, lose strands of hair flowing in the wind. your face filled with dirt. there had been blood coming from a cut in your lip.

he wasn’t sure if he had just imagined it, but for a split second, your eyes fell on him. standing on opposite sides, tears brimming and flowing over your cheeks quickly.

maybe you had been the sole reason for him to throw his wand at harry potter. maybe he had done it because it had felt like you had asked him to.

how could he ever ignore the calling of a beautiful girl, standing in the middle of a war, crying for him to do something?

“thank you” he nodded when you passed him the galleons. he walked back to the door, feeling your eyes on him.

“draco” you called and he turned around quickly. he had never heard his first name coming out of your mouth. it sounded so beautiful when you said it. so soft and gentle, almost like it wasn’t a curse. “thank you”

no, he had not only imagined it.

draco smiled at you and nodded. he left the shop without another word.

it only took him about a day to come back. he spent more than just a few hours searching the house for more of his fathers artifacts, storing them away safely, so he could bring in one at a time. he wasn’t sure why, but the possibility of seeing you excited him. making his days bearable.

“draco” you greeted when he entered the shop. he was almost glad that you stuck to calling him by his first name.

“hello” draco nodded, he wasn’t daring enough to use your first name just yet.

“you came back quicker than i had thought”

just because of you, draco thought to himself, just nodding to you, as if that was answer enough.

just like the day before, his visit didn’t take long. with you inspecting the artifact, taking out the book and giving him his galleons before he could even ask you anything.

he made sure to bring more than just one object when he came in the next day.

“how have you been?” he asked as he watched you turn the pages of the book.

you shrugged, not quite sure what to answer “harry, ron and hermione went back to hogwarts, so it’s a bit lonely, but it’s alright”

it astonished him how often you spoke about your friends. you had even done that during your time in hogwarts, a bit like you were always dependent on them.

“why didn’t you?” he wasn’t sure if he was crossing a line.

“huh?” you looked up at him “went back to hogwarts?” you asked and his smile died down when you began to laugh. “no” you shook your head and he recognized the sadness quickly wandering over your face.

“and why—“ before he could finish his question, you had taken out the galleons and held them in his direction.

“here” you interrupted.

he left the shop with an uneasy feeling, scared he might’ve offended you. but everything was back to normal when he came in the next day and the few following after that.

it had been three weeks of him visiting the shop regularly, his mother already wondering what he was doing there so often, when for the first time it wasn’t you behind the counter, but an elderly man.

draco waited patiently at the door, as another costumer was standing at the counter.

“where is y/n, cornelius?” he could hear the man ask. he was well into his thirties, looking a bit too old to have any connection to you, but maybe you were just as friendly with him as you were with anyone else and draco really wanted to know the answer to his question.

“oh” the bearded man, probably cornelius, behind the counter shook his head “she went off to collect a few things that we need”

“that’s a pity” the costumer noted “i had hoped to see her beautiful face one of these days”

draco grimaced at that. he ignored the costumers greeting, before the man left the shop.

“hello” cornelius waved at draco to come forward.

“afternoon” draco greeted.

“draco malfoy, right?” the man asked “y/n told me about you coming in and selling your father’s artifacts”

“that’s right, sir” draco nodded.

“you two went to hogwarts together, didn't you?” cornelius smiled “i’m her uncle, cornelius barnes”

“it’s very nice to meet you, mr barnes” draco shook the man’s hand “is y/n alright?” somehow he could sense that barnes answer to the strange man’s question had been a lie.

“yes” barnes nodded “she’s just in the back. she’s not fond of hector” he pointed to the door.

“ah” draco nodded. he could understand that you’d rather hide away as soon as that man came into the shop, even draco found him uncomfortable.

“he’s been wanting to marry her” barnes continued and draco wondered if it was in the man’s nature to just tell private things to costumers or maybe, draco was the closest thing to a friend y/n had right now, considering the rest of them had went off to hogwarts.

“isn’t he at least ten years older than her?” draco wondered.

“twenty” barnes corrected and draco shivered. “sad enough that she’s actually considering it”

draco’s chin had almost hit the counter at that “what?” he asked outraged “why would she ever marry someone— like that” he finished quickly.

“i’ve been trying to talk her out of it, but she’s always been too selfless for her own good. she didn’t even go back to hogwarts”

“i had figured she didn’t want to”

barnes shook his head “she decided against it. i wish it wasn’t like that, but money is tight and y/n wants to do anything possible to save me” he pointed down to his leg “i’m not as fit as i was a few years ago”

draco nodded understandingly.

“she’s convinced that her marriage to a man like hector could help me” barnes shook his head sadly “i wish she wouldn’t feel as responsible for me and rather find a man she could have an equal relationship with, someone that could bring her comfort after my death, someone she could actually love”

“yeah” draco nodded and mirrored the man’s sad expression. he left the shop a few minutes later, the galleons clinking together in his pocket, which made him even sadder, feeling like he was robbing you and your uncle of your last money.

it took him more than just a few days to return back to the shop, carefully thinking about how he could help you best.

“draco” you smiled when he entered the shop and he could almost read the relief from your face. “it’s alright, uncle cornelius” you patted your uncles shoulder “you can sit down in the back, i will take care of it”

barnes greeted draco, before he limped into the back of the shop.

“he’s really nice” draco said as soon as the door to had closed.

“yeah” you smiled and draco noticed how much you admired the old man “sadly we all can’t stay young for forever”

draco nodded.

you looked at him expectingly “what?” you smiled “no dark magical object?”

“not quite, no” draco shook his head, before he took out the velvet box and set it down on the counter in front of you.

“what’s that?” you asked surprised. he looked at you and nodded when you went to open the box. a beautiful ring was shimmering so much it almost blended you. “a ring?” you wondered “okay, which curse was it hexed with?”

draco shook his head. “it’s my mothers. it’s not cursed..” he thought for a short second, before he added “or magical”

“draco?” you asked and he admired how his name slipped past your lips so effortlessly, so gentle it reminded him of his first visit to the shop and the shiver he had felt every time you had said it since.

“marry me” draco said a bit faster than anticipated.

“what?” you laughed, entirely astonished at his demand.

“your uncle told me about the money problems you had” he quickly explained “i get access to my father’s assets as soon as i’m twenty-five or sooner if i get married before that”

“my uncle told you that?” you repeated faintly.

“yeah, but it’s not a problem”

you looked up at him with big eyes. “you can’t just barge in here and ask me to marry you.. you can’t just come in here and save me.. that’s not how that works, draco” you shook your head and his heart sank.

“why not?” he wondered “i’d be ready to do that for you. you need money and i have it”

“draco” you touched his hand softly “i don’t want to get married out of convenience” you explained.

“but you're thinking about marrying hector?” he raised his voice.

“he really told you everything, huh?” you muttered, looking back at the door to the private area of the shop.

“y/n!” draco called and your eyes focused back on him.

“that’s different” you tried to escape his eyes.

“how is that any different? at least i’m not twenty years old than you!” draco argued “so you’d rather get married to that disgusting—“

“yes!” you interrupted and your voice was now matching the loudness of his. “you can’t just decide to marry me because it’d be the right thing to do!”

“but it is” he shook his head “i’m trying to help you. marrying me would benefit you”

“but i don’t want to get married to you like that” the sentence had left your mouth faster than you had been able to stop it, immediately making you close it and look down. right at the velvet box and the ring that was still sitting in the middle of you.

“what?” draco asked surprised.

you sighed “i don’t care about marrying hector out of convenience, but i would care if it was you”

the smile broke out quickly on draco’s face. “you would want to marry me?” he asked “but only for the right reasons?”

“i wasn’t talking about a marriage just yet” you raised your finger and corrected him “but i wouldn’t want to destroy that option just because i could profit from it. and if i would get married to you, it surely wouldn’t be because of your money”

draco almost recognized something in your eyes. something that you saw in him that no one ever did. and even though he had never seen it before, it felt familiar and safe. “do you think you could ever love me?” he asked unsurely. maybe he was just interpreting this conversation wrong.

“i think i have loved you longer than what was probably healthy for me” you whispered, leaning on the table and resting your chin on top of your hand. “do you think you could ever love me?” you repeated his question.

his smile grew impossibly bigger. “i don’t think i could even stop if i wanted to”

he was ready to jump over the counter, to hold you close and kiss you, to make all the bad years disappear.

but before he could do anything of that sort, you smiled and closed the box containing the ring, pushing it in his direction.

“so marriage is off the table?” he asked faintly.

“not completely” you smiled “but how about you take me on a date first?” you suggested.

“okay” he smiled, then he looked around the room. there was still your problem, the one that had provoked him to ask for your hand in marriage in the first place. “i think i know someone who would buy a few of these artifacts, for more than just their market price”

“you do?” you wondered and he nodded. it was like a weight had been lifted off you shoulders. or maybe for the first time in a long time, someone else knew what to do.

you went around the corner and hugged him. he held your head in his hands, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear before he finally kissed you. soft and gentle, making a shiver run down your spine.

after all, everything became better than you had hoped it to be. you returned to hogwarts, just having missed two months of classes that you had caught up to quicker than you had been able to worry about it.

draco had started finishing his education from afar, while helping your uncle to sell most of the magic items and finally deciding on new things to sell, completely updating the place until it was filled with costumers coming in all the time.

it took a few more years, but soon enough draco proposed to you again. and in the summer of the year 2002, y/n l/n married draco malfoy for only the right reasons.

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winchesterdreamgirl88 · 5 months

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His Sunshine

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Bad writing

Summary: Draco is a cold, dark, brooding person who forgot what it was like to smile or feel happy. But Y/n is the biggest ray of sunshine ever, she always has a smile on her face and is always trying to make people feel better. What happens when they are forced to work on a project together?

Word Count:513

A/n: I feel like I could've written this so much better but I just couldn't find the right words. I really like the grumpy boy and sunshine girl trope it's one of my favorites. I feel like Draco is very misunderstood and honestly isn't a bad person he just didn't have anyone supporting him or helping him. So most of my stories about him may be different than the movies but it's how I envision him.

3rd Person POV

Draco used to be a happy kid in his first year at Hogwarts, but as the years went by he became less and less happy. He was under so much pressure from his father to follow in his footsteps and become a Death Eater and serve his families purpose. He forgot what it was like to feel happiness and joy.

But Y/n on the other hand was the complete opposite, she always had a smile on her face and she radiated happiness. Unfazed by the world's harshness, Y/n exuded an infectious joy that seemed to dance in the air around her. Her whimsical demeanor and dreamy gaze were as captivating as they were mystifying. But surprisingly Draco didn't hate her, and he had every reason to. She was a muggle born and a Gryffindor, there is no reason Draco should feel the way he feels about her. But when he sees her smile he can't help but want to know the reason for her smile, and he wanted to be the reason she smiled like that.

2nd Person POV

One snowy day Draco had woken up just like every morning; sad and alone. He walked his way to potions with Snape, not prepared for what the day had in store for him. Draco walked into class and sat down at his normal table ignoring the useless boring chatter coming from Crabbe and Goyle.

"Alright everyone, I am going to assign you partners and you need to have this done by the end of the class." Everyone groaned and waited to hear who they were going to be forced to work with. Draco has managed to turn out Snape so he was surprised when you suddenly appear next to him.

"Don't worry, let's try and get this done as quick as we can so you can resume your role as the curator of crankiness." You said trying to get some sort of reaction from Draco. But he was facing away from you can not talking. Unbeknownst to you Draco's lips quirked into the tiniest smile.

As the next few days went by you and Draco continued to be partners and work together in potions. Over time, Y/n's infectious happiness became a balm to Draco's brooding soul. You taught him to appreciate the beauty in the smallest moments and find joy even in the darkest corners. Y/n, in turn, discovered a depth and resilience in Draco that others seldom saw.

As the days turned into weeks, Draco found himself smiling more often, his scowl replaced by a softer expression. Your relentless optimism had worked its magic on him. In a quiet moment beneath the starlit sky, Draco took your hand and admitted, "You're infuriatingly happy, y/l/n, but somehow, I find myself drawn to it."

And so, the grumpy Slytherin and the happy dreamer forged an unlikely connection, proving that sometimes, love blooms in the most unexpected places even between a ray of sunshine and a grumpy man who just needed someone to show him the sunshine.

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marypaol · 3 months

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Scared

Draco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight bullying. It’s Draco after all. ;)

Summary: Hagrid is teaching Hogwarts students about Hippogriffs, and when Harry volunteers unwillingly, Reader gets scared.

Note: No use of Y/N, story based on the movie scene but I have read the books, and requests are open just comment! Enjoy :)

*Sorry about any spelling or grammar errors

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The air was slightly chilly but just the right touch to kiss your skin, your hair to brush your cheeks, and your chest to breath freely. The whole group of students were enjoying the day as a breeze went through the air and everyone felt like their worries were let go into the earth’s atmosphere.

But soon that feeling disappeared, replaced with growing fear in their stomachs as they saw the creature before them.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” Hagrid’s voice boomed, his lungs being able to hold so much air that his voice sounded like he was yelling every time he spoke. Everyone shifted, eyes staring at the creature instead of their teacher.

Ron Weasley was the one who spoke first, asking the question everyone was wondering.

“Um.. what is that exactly?”

Hagrid laughed warmly, chucking a treat at the creature as it got it skillfully in its mouth, chewing contently.

“That, right there is a Hippogriff. Meet Buckbeak.”

Hagrid smiled and looked at them like they should stare in awe hence the introduction, but instead all the students seemed to display nothing but fear.

The girl herself felt scared, anxious on that the animal was capable of doing. She leaned over to Draco, eyes still fixed on the creature before them. “Do you think he’s trying to kill us or something?”

Draco chuckled, tossing his green apple in and out of his hand. “Not at all. But if he is I hope it’s Potter.”

The girl rolled her eyes but laughed nonetheless, nudging his arm with her elbow like a mother would nudge her child to shut up.

“The first thing to notice about Hippogriffs is that they are very proud creatures. You never want to insult one cause that’s the last thing you’d ever do.” He gave them a warning scan, eyes staying on Draco for a little too long so the girl gave him a look when he got to her, forcing his eyes to leave hers.

He cleared his throat and clapped his big hands the size of trash can lids. “Now, who wants to meet him?”

Everyone took a step back except for Potter, who didn’t have a clue that they left him by himself.

“Harry, thank you.” Hagrid said, making the kid look around at everyone behind him. Harry stepped forward hesitantly, staring at Hagrid with a terrified look on his face. The teacher gave him an encouraging gesture, causing the Chosen One to take more steps.

Draco chuckled softly from next to her, turning his head slightly towards her as a sign he was talking to her. “Look at scared little Potter, trembling in his shoes.”

She couldn’t help but let out a laugh at his expression, seeing a teasing glint in his silver orbs as he watched Potter walk towards the creature. “Shut up, Malfoy.” She said teasingly. He turned towards her, eyebrows raising. He didn’t make an effort to state a comeback, not when Hagrid spoke up.

“Now bow nice and slow, and if he bows back you may touch him. If he doesn’t, well, let’s get back to that later.”

Harry bowed slowly, looking up at the creature to see its reaction.

It was at that moment that Draco lost patience, instantly taking action. “I can’t see.” He complained, eyes searching the crowd until they landed on an innocent girl, harshly shoving her out of the way and finally taking a bite of his apple at the same time, people around him naturally moving away on instinct. The girl followed suit, standing next to him since the view was much more enjoyable at the new spot.

They both could see clearly at that moment that the creature had mixed feelings on the greeting, limbs wildly moving in the air.

Hagrid’s head snapped to Harry. “Harry back off now. Nice and slow now.”

While Harry followed instructions, the girl could not bear to look away, waiting for the animal to attack the student at any moment despite her fears of seeing the aftermath. Her nerves got the best of her, hand that was by her side moving quickly to the person next to her, holding theirs. His skin was soft and smooth, despite the stressful situation. Her fingers glided through his easily, holding on tight as a form of comfort. His body then recoiled unexpectedly, flinching away from her touch but their linked fingers prevented him from fully doing so. Draco’s head snapped in her direction, eyes meeting her wide ones once she realized whose hand she grabbed.

She went to take her hand back, arm yanking towards her body but he didn’t allow her, his hand seeming to have a grip on hers. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked back at the animal to distract herself, but the skin to skin contact was making her heart pound nonetheless.

His fingers didn’t loosen one bit, in fact held a little tighter when the tension between Potter and the Hippogriff grew by the second.

Even though the creature ended up bowing to the boy, allowing him to massage its beak lovingly, their hands still stayed combined.

She liked to think it was because he thought she was still scared, but his lingering touch almost begging her to keep her hand there as well as the body heat radiating was the real reason for the contact between the two Slytherins.

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ivvees-blog · 1 year

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awake. DRACO MALFOY

pairing. draco malfoy x slytherin!curly haired!reader

movie. prisoner of azkaban

summary. everyone needs to sleep in the great hall because of sirius black being somewhere in the castle and draco and reader meet in the moonlight

warnings. kiss (just a little smooch)

word count. 779

authors note. in this you own a cat named pixie so if youre allergic to cats just imagine youre not also pansy has interest in blaise not draco

SOMEWHERE IN THE CASTLE, sirius had been hiding out. no one was sure where he was so hogwarts broke out in panic. the prefects of all the houses had ordered all their house mates into the great hall. the ravenclaws were all present in the back left corner, being the first to be complete. the hufflepuffs were hurrying in large groups. the gryffindors had mostly assembled as well taking their place in the front right corner. the slytherins came in behind them taking their place in the back right corner.

the curly haired girl wore her usual pyjamas not really caring about how she looked although gray zip hoodie, the navy spaghetti strap and long blue pyjama pants weren't a bad look for her. she took her place ontop of the plush sleeping bag next to her friend, pansy.

"i can't believe we have to sleep on the floor of the room we eat in" pansy spoke making the disgust visible to the curly haired without looking at her fellow slytherin friend. y/n only let out a chuckle as a response to say 'i know'

silence spread across the room as most of the students had already fallen asleep, including y/n before she felt someone slightly shake her by her shoulder. as she opened her eyes she was met with her friend who had been complaining just moments before she drifted off.

"what is it, pansy?" y/n asked her friend in a tired voice. "can you walk with me? i have to go to the toilet and i'm not really interested in meeting black on the way" her dark haired friend replied saying the last part in a sarcastic tone.

the girl didn't answer instead only standing up to follow the girl. if she had been more awake she might have realised that the sleeping bag next to her had been empty. the two girls had just slipped out of the doors of the great hall making their way towards the girls toilets when they realised how dark it actually was at this time. when they entered the toilets pansy walked into a stall so y/n took a quick galnce at herself in one of the many mirrors placed in the middle of the room.

"i'm gonna wait outside" the girl said before walking out into the hallway. as she looked at the sky she saw how brightly the moon pranced between the towers. she heard a soft meow to see her cat, pixie, making her way into her arms. she floated around in her thoughts stroking her cats soft fur as she was suddenly interuppted by the sound of a door closing. it seemed enough away to be the doors of the great hall making the girl wonder if it was someone entering or someone exiting but if someone had been out of the great hall they would’ve known, right?

as all the worry began to flood her brain she heard a familiar voice enter her ears. "l/n" she turned into the direction of the voice making a smirk creep onto her face. "draco, what are you doing awake?" she asked the platinum blonde boy. "taking a stroll" he said, his hands stuffed into his dark green pyjama pants. he walked towards her sticking out his hand to stroke her cat like he'd done it before when he never had. pixie let out a pur rubbing her head up at his hand. "she likes you" y/n said with a smile looking up at draco. "well everyone does" he spoke making it funnier that it wasn't true. after both of them were done laughing the silence that had floated around filled their surroundings once again making the girl look up at him, getting lost in his icy blue eyes. she wasn't short but the blonde grew over the break making him slightly tower over her. she looked up at him as he looked down on her. their gazes connected making him rest his right hand on her cheek.

as he was moving in closing the distance in between them stopping when she already felt his breath on her lips asking "this is okay, right?“ making the girl drop her cat softly but quickly nodding at him afterwards desperately wanting to feel his lips on hers. "say it" he spoke smirking as if her desperation was fuel to his smirk. "yes, please" she spoke before pulling him by the collar of his white shirt. as their lips crashed together.

they were suddenly interrupted by the door leading to the girls toilets opening. pansy stood with an amused look on her face. "oh i'm so gonna tell blaise about this" she spoke.

"oh shut up" y/n said trying to fight her satisfaction of seeing a smile on her face, pulling pansy with her with draco stood beside y/n.

#draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy x you #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfic #tom felton #tom felton x reader #slytherin

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shelbgrey · 2 years

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Say Something... (Draco Malfoy)

Paring: Draco malfoy X Weasley!Reader

Summary: Ron Weasley's twin sister gets torchored by death eaters and her boyfriend Draco struggles to get her to talk while also helping her family take care of her.

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Everything hurt....

You were covered in bruises and burns. Though it felt like half of your brain was no longer working as you felt yourself becoming more and more numb, you reckoned you were gonna survive, at least with a dozen or so scars. You winced feeling every bone in your body ache and burn.

Your throat burned and felt like sandpaper. Unknowingly your blood stained hands rubbed your throat. The dry and scratchy feeling isn't what hurt though. You sighed feeling the emptiness of your neck. The death eaters had taken the ring you wore on a Chang on your neck. That should be the least of your problems right? But it was the ring Draco gave you. It was a reminder of what or who you were protecting.

His broken voice filed through your fried brain... At least you think it's his. Your heart clinched at the sound of his voice but your brain seemed to not process it.

“this is my mess... I can't let you do this”

“the spell is already done, Draco. I’m your secret keeper. Besides, I don’t need you to let me do anything.”

“You could die! You realize that? You could get tortured! You know what happened to the Longbottoms!”

He felt small and useless that day. He knew he couldn't stop you... What killed him was he knew he couldn't protect you. For a moment Draco thought that there was no one in the world who would dare challenge you on this or that no Death Eater would ever go near you with the intent to torture. He knew no one would be able to convince you other wise.

Not even your brothers...

“please don't do this...” he said feeling weak.

Your feet crunched on the wet grass, and the cold only served to soothe your suffering for a few more moments as you walked to the door of the burrow you called home. In the distance you could hear Ron and Draco arguing. That was nothing new, the two had never and probably never will get along.

It took a while but your Family did welcome Draco into the family with open arms. He felt safer in the burrow than he did in his own home. The twins and excepted it first and tried their best to be friends to Draco and soon the three became closer than you expected. And of course your mother Molly treated him like one of her own which overwhelmed Draco at first but he grew to appreciate and love it.

Vaguely, you heard George defuse the squabbling boys, asking if anyone heard that. Through your dark clouded mind you knew that if didn't speak something bad would happen. If you did speak the same outcome might happen. I tried to call out to the voices but nothing came out. If you didn’t say you were there and that it was all still safe they might finish what the Death Eaters started.

The idea of that seemed to be too much, and before you knew it you felt your leg give out underneath you as you stepped forward, and the ground rushed up to meet you as your vision went black.

The arguing stopped, you knew that much. You could hear a familiar voice call out your name on the distance. A door open and slammed shut. The force made you jolt in fear but your body didn't move. Your fried brain had been wired to tell your body it's time for more pain.

You wanted to flinch and protect your body but you felt too weak to move.

“Y/n!”

the harshness of an unforgiving curse wasn't shot through your vains. Nor was the harshness of a fist. What was felt was gentle hands cradling you to his chest. It felt like Ron... You think. Your brain didn't seem to have it on file but something was telling you it was your over protective twin brother.

He looked down and spoke softly. “hey, what happened? Who did this?” Ron looked up and saw the the rest of the residents of the burrow file out. Fred stopped in shock seeing his little sister all beaten up. George left his twin and raced over to the youngest pair of twins.

Ron looked up to the group with tears flooding is eyes. “who did This! What's wrong with her!” he shouted. The other stood there speechless.

After cooling off and his brain was thinking rationally he walked outside to see what the commotion was about. Draco's chest tightened at the sight that was before him. His Love all bloddy and hurt in her brother's sobbing arms.

“no!” he shouted and ran to her. He fell to his knees in front of Ron who was still holding her. Draco wasn't one to cry in front of people who wasn't you but he didn't care at this point. He sob and tried to take you but Ron wasn't having it. Not thinking straight enough to agrue with your brother he stared at the wet grass and punched it with anger. The fist being used only made him angrier. It was the fist that was attached to the arm that once held his death eater mark. It was gone after a painful process that you were against. The scar that remained only reminded him you were in this situation because you were protecting him.

Your father tired to take you inside but Ron flintched away. It was the first time ever anyone saw Ron shout at your father. “don't touch her”

Draco didn't even try. He knew Ron blamed him and he wouldn't be surprised if the the whole family did. Your mother tried to reason with Ron but he just protectevly picked you up and kept everyone away as he took you inside. Everyone quickly followed...

Except the numb Slytherin who was on his knees Sobbing. Your mother who so desperately wanted to a follow and care for her daughter stayed behind. She knew Ron would probably hex the next person who came near you. She also knew her son well enough to know he was waiting for it to be Draco.

“I'm so sorry” Draco sobbed out to the red-head mother. “I never wanted her to do this for me... I'm sorry” Mrs. Weasley knelt down next to him and hugged him trying to calm him down.

“its not your fault” she spoke softly.

It's not your fault

But in his mind he knew it was...

You could not think. You could not feel. It was not until a few moments later when you felt your body gently senk into a familiar couch. The old creaky couch never felt so good. someone with vaguely familiar feeling hands was kneeling next to you, pulling you up to sit and pressing a glass of water to your lips that you finally began to feel everything rushing back.

It hurt...

Everything hurt so much...

Draco watched silently next to the door frame in the kitchen. He kept his distance as he watched your brothers take care of you. He felt relieved Ginny was out With Harry not wanting the young girl to see her sister in pain. Feeling he over stepped his leave and the tension was an unwelcoming feeling that told him he should leave but the sight of you made him plant his root right where he was.

If no one would let him near you he'd watch you like a hawk from a far making sure no one hurt you.

It was all too much. you could see the familiar red-head boys in front of you, your poor brother George with just one ear. Ron sat next to you with tears in his eyes saying things that you could hardly make yourself hear. You saw everyone except one... You didn't move but your E/c eyes scanned around the room for the Blond Slytherin you swor to protect.

Your mother followed your eyes and she just knew what you wanted. Your crying brothers isn't what you need. She walked over to Draco who had his head down and was hiding behind the blond hairs that fell over his eyes. She placed her hand over his shoulder to get his attention. He looked at her with red puffy eyes.

“she needs you right now”

Draco gulped and knelt down front of the couch you were laying on. Ron gave him a death glare and opened his mouth to say something but your father put his hand on Ron's shoulder stopping him.

Draco gently took your hand and kissed it softly as he whispered. You knew he was asking what happened, hoping you would say it was nothing while Ron seemed much less optimistic. He was fuled with rage.

You wanted to say something but you couldn't.

It was all too much... And you were scared.

Your shaking hand could hardly hold on to Draco's pale one. His other one moved to hold that weight of your cut up and bruised hand.

You took in one long breath, and released it. There was a part of you saying to keep fighting. That you’d come this far. That talking couldn’t be that hard! You’d gotten tortured for information and fought off a pair of Death Eaters for Christ's sake! Talking to your boyfriend and your brothers would be easy.

Saying all of that was right.... Right?

It would be kinder to your brothers...

It would be better for Draco..

But it hurts.. So, so much.

The pain wouldn't leave. Feeling every ache, every burn, and cut made you feel vulnerable and useless... You didn't want to talk or even think.. Everything felt muffled and faded.

You layed there wondering if you should force yourself to snap out of it before you decided that it simply was going to hurt too much right now to do that. To talk. To relive it all. You looked up at Draco and the sounds you were hearing didn’t seem to match up with how his lips were moving. He seemed frantic. He looked so scared that it was just one more jab to your stomach.

You closed your bruised eyes not wanting to see Draco so distraught. No, you didn't want to feel anything anymore.

Draco nor your brothers knew what to do. Ron found you passed out in the yard after a heated argument between Ron and Draco. There was large gashes in your shirt that showed a wounds on your chest and sides that while obviously not lethal, seemed to be pouring out a lot of blood.

There was bruises and burns all round your neck and arms.

There was a long cut on down your left eye that made Bill's stomach turn.

“Y/n? I need you to talk to me. What happened? Are you alright?” Draco tried his best to seem calm, and to speak in a soothing manner but even he could hear the fear in his own voice. “please,Darling.”

He was vaguely aware of Fred and George on the other side of you, making quick work of your wounds. One of the benefits of being a children of Molly Weasley meant that they both had quite a bit of experience with healing spells. Not as much as their mum’s, but more than enough to pull you through.

“y/n..” a small voice suddenly appeared. They all looked up aside from you and saw Ginny covered her mouth and tears fell fast. Harry stood there speechless as he tried to comfort Ginny. Your mother quickly moved away and tried to move Ginny and Harry upstairs. Ginny tried to fight to see you but she gave up breaking in Harry's arms.

“Love?” Draco's throat felt tight, as he watched your eyes glaze over-you were still looking in his direction, seemingly at his face, but Draco got the sense that you were no longer really seeing.

Ron moved to her line of sight with a defeated look “Tell me what happened.” you didn't answer and your eyes trailed back to Draco.

he smoothed out your hair, pressing a kiss to the matted, bloody mess. Eyes squeezed tight he waited with baited breath for you to speak until he felt your father squeeze his shoulder.

“What happened?” Draco knew of course. It was quite obvious what had happened to you, but that didn’t keep him from wanting to deny what was obvious. He looked up at your father with tears.

George looked at your boyfriend sadly. “She was tortured, and now we’re going to patch her up.” he could already hear Draco about to wonder aloud if you’d turn out like the Longbottom’s, and quickly nipped that in the bud. “Let’s get her cleaned up and into bed. She’ll feel better then, and maybe she’ll start talking.”

That seemed to give both Draco and Ron a spark of hope. Wrapping one arm around your shoulders, and slipping another under your knees, Draco lifted you up and carried you towards the bathroom. Ron tried to follow but your father stopped him and your mother went.

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You hadn’t talked since you've been home. It had been ten and a half days, and you showed no more sign of speaking than you did on that first night.

Your wounds had been mended or were healing, all going well. Draco dutifully changed your bandages twice a day, and helped clean you off at night. He made sure you ate thrice a day, drank plenty of water, and stayed close to you the entire time.

Draco constantly spoke to you.

It's the most you've ever heard him talk in the burrow. He was always afraid he'd over step and he was always afraid he'd say the wrong thing. if you were in a different situation you'd be proud of him.

Draco would talk About anything that came to his mind. The boy was quickly becoming used to saying whatever his first thought was that came to him. Fred and George noted rather sadly that their sister's boyfriend's thoughts seemed to be running in sad circles as the days added up.

Draco didn't give up on you though.

It reminded George a lot of when you were a child and you would talk to the stuffed Dragon Charlie got you. In his mind he could almost hear what the response would have been.

“how are you feeling, Love?”

Silence

You were gazing at something on the far shelf in your room- Draco followed your line of sight and it landed on a medium sized Green dragon plushy. He pointed at it but you didn't saying, just kept staring at it thinking about.

Draco got up from his spot next to you and retrieved the stuffed dragon. “is this what you want?” you didn't respond but squeezed it tightly as soon as he placed it in your hands. You held it to your chest and hid your face in like a small child would when they were scard.

It felt comforting to hold it again. You haven't slept with since 3rd year but it was always special to you because Charlie gave it to you.

Charlie... He probably doesn't even know what's happening at home.

Draco looked down at the dragon and slightly smiled as he fiddled with the soft wign. “remember the voice I made up for him in 2nd year? I'd always annoy you with it but deep down I knew you thought it was funny”

You didn't respond only held the dragon tighter. Draco sighed and pulled you into his lap, and could almost feel you wrapping your arms around him and hiding your face in the neck like always... But you felt like a raggdoll. You kept your arms around the stuffed dragon but you mechanically rested the side of your head to his chest.

“please talk to me” Draco whispered. He even thought about making the dumb stuffed dragon talk like he did when you were younger. But he didn't want to treat you like a child.

“please...” His voice cracked, as he began to shake. It was starting to get hard to remember how your voice sounded, something that shook him to his core.

“Say something... I-I’ll give you anything you want just say something.” he said more desperately.

More since filled the room. Dead quiet.

“just talk... Please...let me hear your voice”

He sounded horribly pathetic, he knew that, and he didn’t care. If it meant you’d start talking again he’d fall on his knees in front of anyone. If it meant you came back he would do whatever was requested of him.

Fred and George came up from the basement and stared sadly at their little sister and her boyfriend. “Draco, when was the last time you got any sleep?” George asked.

Draco didn't awnser and kept his eyes on you and only you. “Malfoy, why don't you get some sleep” Fred added.

The twins' suggestion was met with a immediate shake of Draco’s head. “I’m not leaving her.”

“You’re not leaving. You’ll be going to bed. I can get Y/N’s dinner ready and Mum will help her get changed. You need to sleep, Mate.” George noted, that your eyes slowly seemed to be coming into focus instead of gazing far away you finally looked as if you were noticing things in the room.

He wondered, for a moment, and he didn't make any indication he was gonna move. Fred let out a long breath.

“Go to bed.” George said as him and fred walked over to Draco and very gently, removed you from his lap. “we'll take care of her.”

George held your hand as You teetered between the realms of seeing and unseeing. Understanding and not knowing. Everything seemed to be muffled. You weren’t entirely sure who you were anymore.

“y/n, Darling?” Draco said softly. You looked at the ground not saying anything. Like I said you weren't entirely sure who you were anymore but you knew one thing...

Your name...

Draco was about to leave but you mindlessly followed. He stopped and you looked up at him. one of the first responses you’d been able to give in a long time. He felt a bit of hope in his chest. All you knew was it was his bed time.

You didn't speak but handed him the stuffed Dragon and shuffled back to the twins. He looked down at it button eyes as his chest tightened. George took your hand and tried to led you into the kitchen but you didn't move to far. Fred stayed behind with draco.

Fred patted his friend's shoulder. “See? She heard you. Go to bed. She’s getting better day by day.” Draco silently nodded and walked upstairs with the dragon still in his hands.

You followed Draco with your eyes, brow crinkling as things began to fit more together. There was a gentle tug on your hand and you looked to see George smiling at you a bit knowingly. “Let’s get you some tea, alright? I’ll fix dinner.”

“come on sis” Fred added following his siblings into the kitchen.

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Draco silently walked up the stairs in to the room he always slept in when he stayed over.

“how she doing?” Ron's voice said making him look up. The Slytherin shrugged fiddling with the Dragon. Ron looked down at it as well felling his chest tighten. With Ron and you being twins that dragon was just as much part of his childhood as it was yours.

“haven't seen him in a while” Ron said referring the the toy. Draco shrugged. “she was staring at it this morning... I thought she'd want it... Then she gave to me when George told me to go to bed”

Ron sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets while leaning on the wall. “I'm sorry for being so awful to you”

Draco looked up at the red-head. He let out a depressing chuckel. “I would be nice to me either... And I deserve it” Draco tried to finish his trip to his(your) bed but Ron stopped him again.

“you've changed” That made Draco stop and turn back to Ron. “she saw the good in you... And I just held a grudge... I was so bloody pissed when you started dating her and I couldn't let myself see you weren't that bad”

Draco nodded and gave him a genuine smile. “no harm done Mate” he held out his hand to Ron. Your twin slightly smiled and shook your boyfriends hand. Ron awkwardly nodded. “I'll just let you get back to it” Ron walked passed Draco and down the stairs.

Ron walked into the kitchen to see his twin and the older set of twins. For the first time ever Ron felt sick to his stomach and had no appetite. He just silently sat down next to you as George set a cup of tea in front of the both of you.

The tea burned your tongue when you sipped on it and almost as quickly as you pulled a face George set a glass of ice water in front of you for you to sip on. Ron set the hot mug away from you a bit and whispered.

“let it cool down a bit”

You stared at the steam floating above the hot mug as your tongue burned. It felt like there was going to be a blister there.

Even though it was more pain.... At least You were starting to feel, again.

You looked at Ron with doe eyes but he wouldn't look back. He sadly looked at his mug and kept quiet. He was your Twin, why wasn't he looking at you...

After quite some time of not knowing or understanding much you were able to start fitting things together.

You were Y/n Weasley...

You'd been torched and Draco and your brothers were talking care of you.

You looked up and stared at George and Fred's backs as they stood at the counter. You thought about how Draco had, For a number of days, been asking you to talk to him and was becoming increasingly more hopeless and weary.

“is Draco gonna be okay?”

our voice was shot. Your vocal chords were still terrible from so much screaming but you’d spoken, and The boys had heard you clear as day.

Ron had spit out his tea in surprise and the George dropped a plate on the floor.

George turned to you. the boy you knew as quite goofy and rather cocky, with tears in his eyes. There was a rather grateful smile on his face. Fred closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. Ron on the other hand hugged you tightly and let out a sob of relief.

“He’ll be just fine.” George smiled.

It was only after feeding you, and extracting a few more words from you that Ron took you upstairs. Asking you to talk only seemed to make you more quiet, and the boys were quick to note that. Ron led you to your room, and gave you a grin, “Why don’t you get ready for bed, and I’ll send in Draco to help you with your bandages. Is that okay?”

He took a nod gladly. it was a large improvement from this morning, and closed your door so that you might have some privacy.

“Draco” Ron swung the door open and Draco looked at Ron with a bit of confusion. He set up from the bed and tossed the stuffed dragon he'd been staring at instead of sleeping to the side.

“what wrong? Everything okay?”

“she talking” Ron said softly.

He was up like a lightning bolt. “What?”

“She’s talking. Not a lot.. but a bit. Asked me if you were alright. Asked the twins how the joke shop was doing. Said thank you for dinner.”

“why didn't you say anything?” Draco said brushing past the red-head and towards your room. He stared at the closed door for a few long moments before finally knocking.

“come in” he heard softly. He let out a sigh of relief. Thanking Goddrick he could hear your angelic voice again.

He quickly grabbed the door knob to support his weight for just a bit as his knees tried to buckle underneath him from relief.

Tears were all ready falling...

Draco was a fearsome sight indeed, when he entered your room. His eyes had heavy purple bags underneath him. He looked thinner than you remembered. His blond hair was longer and not fixed to perfection like always.

His hands were shaking along with his shoulders and all together he looked so fragile right then... lot like a porcelain doll. Something that could be easily smashed to bits.

You were sitting on your bed, fingertips running over the textured of the sleeve of the sweater your mother made you. “Are you alright Dray?”

Slowly, he approached you... like he was scared you would dissapear. When he finally got to the edge of the bed where your legs dangled off, he got on his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist. His ear was pressed against your ribcage and one of your hands rested on his arm while the other played with his platinum Blond hair.

“Darling...” he cried.

He held you tighter as you hid your face in his hair. “are you okay Dray?”

Draco nodded and held you closer and allowed himself to break into sobs as relief flooded him. “I'm okay Love... We're okay”

Yes... They would be okay

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Tom Felton was Gods apology for men.

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2024 mattheo riddle girls are just a grown up version of 2020 draco malfoy girls

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sunnylands-world · 8 months

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Everyone's a draco fan but not everyone is a tom Felton fan...

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turvi · 11 months

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Happy 400 followers!! Oh my gosh you are so talented. I haven't seen another writer with your style and that makes you so unique you deserve so much more attention!! [talk about underrated 🙄] but the good thing is [and sorry if this seems selfish 🤭] I get to be one of the few people who is a dear friend and reader. 😌😅 congratulations, I'll be so excited to see more people be invested in your rare talent because you deserve the stars and the moon!! 🥹 🎉💗

The Lawn Gnomes: Send a prompt, au, and your favorite character and she will pen down a nice crisp story for you. We can't promise it will be good but it will be better than her college thesis

AU: Roommate AU

Prompt: “Do you know you're pretty”

And of course draco because I love him so freaking much 😩

babe you are making me cry but thanks for your amazing words... I appreciate your love and support so I hope you like this..

Draco was fuming when he found out he had to share a room in his apartment. But times were tough and as much as he hated to admit he needed a roommate so he could split the rent. His parents were still wealthy but they were too facing the repercussions of the recession and had to him to self-sustain.

If anyone hated the recession more it was Draco because now he had to share a space with a stranger. Blaise and Pansy decided to help him to find a roommate because as much as they loved him, he was being snobby and arrogant to any potential roommate. He would pinpoint their flaws, and make up some weird excuse why they will not be a good roommate.

A week later a very exhausted Pansy showed Draco a profile. Draco spent the whole night trying to find flaws in her. But he just couldn't. Even her name was beautiful. Y/n L/n.

Y/n moved in quickly without a peep. Her room needed repairs since no one had been there for a while. But she didn't complain. Draco was surprised she really meant the words "you won't even realize I am here" because Draco wouldn't realize when she was home and when she was not.

So Draco went out of his way to stay in the living room only because he still needed to keep an eye on his new roommate. No other reason.

Her bright smile and how sweetly she would say his name would be the only thing he could think about. But he would immediately shake his head thinking it would shake off the warmth growing in his chest.

But soon the weather was changing. The wind was getting colder. This was the time of year Draco hated the most. The temperature change would always cause Draco to fall sick.

Blaise and Pansy came to check in with him and were surprised at his changed demeanor towards Y/n. He was..softer. And their eyes widened when they saw him smiling. But couldn't help but smile too when Y/n brought soup for Draco.

Soon both excused themselves looking at how Draco and Y/n were stealing glances. When they left Y/n brought more soup for Draco. Draco could practically hear his own heartbeat when he saw Y/n sit on his bed.

When Draco didn't move to take the soup Y/n joked "Do you want me to feed you?"

Draco chuckled. He missed this feeling. Even if he was sick he missed falling in love. He had the feeling he was becoming bitter. The feeling of love returning back to him like an old childhood memory.

Draco looked at her longingly. How this girl had managed to make space in his heart so quickly. He kept looking at her his heart happily skipping at the sound of her laughter when out of the blue he said "Do you know you're pretty?"

He heard her breath hitch. Cold be damned he got closer to her. "I am really sick right now but I also want to kiss you"

Y/n chuckled again blush spreading across her cheek, he couldn't help but softly caress her cheek. Before he could say or do anything he felt her lips on him. He was having difficulty breathing because of his blocked nose but his greedy heart only wanted to feel her lips on his for a few more minutes.

He was heavily breathing as they broke from the kiss. Y/n ran her hand through his blonde hair making him groan. "Thank you for being so nice to me"

"I think I could say the same" she giggled as she pecked his lips. Draco put the soup on his nightstand and lay on her lap beaming as she kept massaging his head. He felt his own heartbeat and smiled. Yeah, he could be here for a lifetime.

A/N: Again thank you for the request and thank you for your words I am glad you love my writing. I hope you like it (considering how much time it took). REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED

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Shared Magic

Tom Felton x Reader

Notes: don't repost without my permission!

Amidst the bustling world of Harry Potter filming, a captivating tale unfolds in the shadows of Hogwarts. Tom Felton and Y/n Russel, as they step away from the set, find themselves drawn to the tranquil corners of the studio grounds during a rare break.

As the sun sinks below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, they settle into a quiet enclave, a place where their camaraderie flourishes.

Tom's fingers twirl a discarded toy wand as he laughs, his eyes crinkling with mischief. "Remember the first time I held a wand? I was as lost as a Niffler in a jewelry store."

Y/n's laughter rings out, a harmonious melody in the evening air. "Oh, absolutely. I was trying so hard to exude confidence, yet I struggled to articulate even the simplest spells."

Tom playfully mimics a professor's voice, reenacting a moment lost in time. "Wingardium Levio-sa, not Levio-saaa!" Their laughter intertwines, reminiscent of shared secrets and countless hours together.

As the sun makes its final descent beyond the studio's boundaries, they delve into the chapters of their post-Potter journeys. Tom's eyes light up as he shares his excitement for exploring an array of roles, each distinct from Draco Malfoy.

Y/n, with animated gestures, unveils her fervor for behind-the-scenes work, unveiling amusing anecdotes of camaraderie among cast members.

"Can you believe how many years have slipped by since our journey began?" Tom muses, his gaze fixed on the horizon's warm embrace.

Y/n nods, a nostalgic smile curving her lips. "It's astounding how the enchantment of this magical world persists, captivating new generations regardless of the passage of time. Harry Potter is forever woven into the fabric of who we are."

In the heart of their twilight rendezvous, their discourse evolves from professional camaraderie to an intimate exchange.

Tom reveals his dreams and aspirations, his vulnerability painting a poignant portrait. Y/n, in turn, peels back layers, sharing her passion for diverse creative pursuits beyond the silver screen.

As the studio's lights compete with the emerging stars, Tom and Y/n part ways with an embrace that lingers. Their friendship, nurtured over the years spent side by side, mirrors the unyielding strength of the Hogwarts walls.

Through the ebb and flow of divergent paths, these moments remain as treasured artifacts, a testament to the enchantment they've conjured together — a world where magic transcends the silver screen, resonating within their shared journey.

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The new stylist

Tom Felton x F!reader

WC: 2.2K

Summary: Y/N is the new stylist on Harry Potter set and quickly becomes Tom’s small crush.

Warnings: It’s just lame. Additionally grammar errors (I’m not a native speaker, sorry for all mistakes!), kiss, some slight curse words, calling names, let me know if I forgot about sth. I don’t see too many imagines with Tom so even though I hardly have time to write, I decided to do so and create something for Tom himself. I know a lot people love him (me too ofc) so here it is, I hope you’ll like it.

I wrote if for my lovely friend @nobodybutapathetic . Kei helped me a lot during the past few days and I am truly thankful that the destiny sent her to me. Have a great day/night dear and a lot of luck during your exams!

Take a deep breath, inhale and exhale. Relax. Those people will like you - nope, hold on - they’ll accept you. That’ll be enough. I came from abroad only to become a stylist on Harry Potter set. The youngest stylist. I had no idea what to expect, what kind of reaction I’ll get from the cast and if my abilities will be good enough. I wanted this job and once I got an acceptance, I knew I had to do everything in my power not to fuck something up. And there I was, standing and waiting by my makeup station, mentally cursing myself. I could have applied for a basic makeup artist job in my small town so I wouldn’t be dying inside and shitting my pants but I had to prove being worth something more. Was I overreacting? Of course I was. Overthinking and being a drama queen was one of my specialities, right after being and artist.

But…

“Well, hello, who are you?” He asked with his brows furrowed. By saying ‘he’ I mean Tom. Tom Andrew Perfection Felton. He wasn’t exactly my idol but I found him very attractive since the very first time I saw him in the Philosopher’s Stone. And then, once he stood right in front of me, he looked more mature, fantastic, bombastic, out of world so just like always. He had his Slytherin uniform on and he came to have his makeup and hair done.

“Hi, I’m Y/N and I’m a new stylist. Nice to meet you, Tom.” I said, with a nervous smile on my face. His expression softened and a shy smile appeared on his lovely face. I don’t even know when he grabbed my hand I kissed my knuckles in possibly the softest way. I only know that my face has gone red. Scarlet. Or any other shade of red.

“Oh alright, so my first question is if you want me to prepare you or maybe you’ll trust other stylists more and-“

“Of course I want you to work with me. You got this job for a reason and I trust you.”

He then sat on the nearest chair and sent me the most adorable smile I’ve ever seen. I think I made a good first impression, didn’t I?

“So, tell me, Tom. Have you ever wore a full makeup on set before or maybe your previous stylist used to apply only a bit of powder or concealer under your eyes?” I asked, looking everywhere but his eyes. Yet, he was only staring at me which made me go even more crimson.

“They used to do this and that. I truly don’t know what you mean now.” He laughed.

“Fine. So before I start, I need to do a skin care first so your face will be nice and well prepared for the makeup. Do you know what kind of skin you have? Is it dry or oily maybe?”

“Uhh, normal I guess?”

“Even better. So just close your eyes and I’ll take a good care of you, alright?”

“As you wish, darling.”

Darling.

I craved to hear this word coming from his mouth but I never thought he could direct it to me. It sounded absolutely heavenly and I won’t lie telling you that I almost fucked my job up because I’ve been thinking about this name so intensely. Happily he seemed to not having a clue about what I was doing.

“I’m going to apply the thinest layer of foundation now. It feels very light on skin so it won’t make you feel uncomfortable, I promise.” I said while opening the foundation bottle. Tom only nodded, his small smile still visible. Once I started applying the product, he opened his beautiful, ocean eyes and looked at me with a soft expression. He didn’t say a word which made me hold my breath for quite some time.

“I’ll go with a concealer now and then I’ll set it with powder and makeup fixer …” I kept on rambling while he was just looking at me and analysing my face. It ended up with him falling asleep while I was finishing his face and then started working with his soft hair. Good to know that he actually trusted me so much.

Nevertheless, after finishing my work, I had to wake him up which resulted in the purest view I’ve ever experienced. Tom was a sleepy mess. Cute mess. When his eyes finally landed on me, he smiled sweetly and then he checked his look in the mirror. I knew he was truly happy about the result, so was I. After he got up from his seat, he gave me the sweetest kiss on the cheek and whispered a quiet “thank you” which had me die inside.

What a shame I couldn’t work with him anymore. Why? Well, the director decided to let me work with the interns only because I needed some practice on set and preparing the most important part of crew wasn’t exactly the best idea. To say that I was pissed off is like saying nothing. Well, hello! I’ve made Tom looking even more fabulous than he actually was! Wasn’t is enough to let me work with everyone? Well, let’s say every great work has its greater issues. Or maybe it’s just me who was simply unlucky. However, I must admit that I felt satisfied anyway because I had a chance to meet Tom and even though I could only prepare him once, it was still the hugest privilege.

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It was mine 5th month on set and yet I had no chance to even look at Tom. His role in the Order of the Phoenix turned out to only last for five minutes of total screen time. Or even less so he rarely appeared on set. Additionally he had another movie he was playing in so his time was limited. Yet, when he came one day, with his older brother Chris, the whole crew was dying from laughter due to Chris’s hilarious sense of humour. Tom seemed so similar to him if it came to joking. I barely could hold my laughter when they started bickering.

“You know, Chis isn’t exactly a type of an artist. Acting is lame, and dance is like ‘fuck off’.” The blond laughed. “Pity. I think you’d look extremely sexy in a tutu, bro.” He said which made everyone bust out laughing and Chris only rolled his eyes, smirking.

“Have you told your friends about your ban from the dvd shop already?” Chris asked which made his brother gone pale. “Don’t look at me like that, Thomas. You were the one who wanted to-“

“Don’t you dare!”

“Easy, maggot.”

Naturally Chris haven’t continued this story while Tom was nearby but some time later he told everyone that Thomas wanted to steal a DVD with a porn video from a shop but unfortunately got caught and banned from the store. Oh Tommy, what a poor thing.

A few days later, I saw Tom sitting alone in the dining hall, during breakfast. He smiled as I entered the room and we exchanged shy “hi”. I could feel his eyes on me for the whole time while I was preparing my food (a cup of coffee which was unhealthy af especially before eating). I felt like he wanted the give me a lesson about a healthy food which would be hilarious since he was the one having fast food for breakfast. But…

“You’ll get in the tire.” Daniel said to Rupert, while entering the hall. I almost dropped my tea spoon, after hearing them. I furrowed my brows instantly. What the f-

“I want to roll you down the hill after work.” The brunette added.

“Are you crazy? I may get hurt.” The ginger boy responded, scared.

“You’ll be in a tire, chill.” Dan said, sipping on his juice.

I looked at Tom and he looked at me. Both pretty surprised. I sat on a counter while sipping my coffee and observing the two “gryffindors”.

“Alright, have you ever seen a car crash?” Dan asked and Rupert nodded.

“The car was ruined.” Grunt replied.

“And the tires?”

The look of the honest shock appeared on Rupert’s face.

“And the tires were absolutely fine.” He said with widened eyes. Then he smirked. “I’m in, I want you to roll me down the hill in a tire.”

At that moment Tom and I were exchanging amused looks while the two of our friends kept on discussing their phenomenal plan. Once they left the both of us bursted out with laughter. They were impossibly out of world.

“Do you think we should inform someone about their ridiculous plan?” Tom asked after approaching me. From the closer distance I could notice his natural dark hair slowly growing which meant one thing - next bleaching session.

“Rules are rules. You mustn’t do anything harmful. So yes, absolutely yes.” I replied, taking another sip of my coffee however suddenly Tom took my mug away. I looked at him with a questioning expression and he just narrowed his eyes.

“Seriously? What about the breakfast first?”

“This is-“

“Oh please.” He shook his head. “I have some spare chicken nuggets. Come and eat at least one, will you?”

Puppy eyes. Oh, those precious puppy eyes. As much as I wanted to say no, I couldn’t. Firstly because I wasn’t be able to refuse, secondly due to his hard yet delicate grip on my wrist. He pulled me towards his table and sat me down on one of chairs. I had no time to even say a word before he put the whole nugget in my mouth. Well, I’m not a baby? I guess.

“If you don’t want to be fed like a newborn, you have to eat healthier.”

I almost choked myself. Says who? He ate almost three whole sets of McDonald’s meals or lucky meals or happy meals- idk how it’s called honestly. I rarely visit places serving fast food. Not that I am a fit freak - absolutely not. I just prefer cooking myself.

“Considering the fact that I already ate one, just as you asked, wouldn’t you mind giving me my coffee back? I’m about to start a very tiring day with loads mermaid characterisations so I need caffeine more than I need air.” I mumbled, raising my eyebrow. Tom looked me up and down, then looked at my coffee mug and back at me.

“Three more and you’ll have it back. Promise.”

“You already broke one, that’s not fair.”

“I do it because I care, darling.” Again. I almost fainted. I know that many of you may consider this name being just normal and nothing special but believe me, I craved it. I needed it in my life. “I see you’re going scarlet every time I call you like that. Pleasure for me, darling.” He smirked and I bumped his shoulder. Don’t you dare thinking you can play with me like that.

“How’s your present stylist?” I asked, wanting to change the subject desperately.

“Oh, she’s fine. Unfortunately she’s not a fan of the skin care you introduced me to but I think she’s enough I can ask for.”

“Happily your skin didn’t fall off so I consider it a success.”

“I remembered everything you told me about the skin care, you know? I had run to the store right after hearing the sad news about your inability to work with the important cast members. I probably bought the whole shop but my face feels like a baby bum.” He laughed and I nodded, taking a small bite of the nugget that he tried to feed me with. “Perhaps you want to have a closer look?” He added and leaned closer to me, almost not leaving any space between the two of us. I could feel his breath on my lips and our eyes were just at the same level. He was looking my features up and down several times before placing a tender kiss in the corner of my lips. I felt butterflies erupting in my stomach and my cheeks burning.

“Well, it’s almost 7 and I-“

“It’s absolutely fine to like me, you know?”

Oh lord

“Not to mention, that I like you too, love.”

What?

“Are you going to look at me like that all the time? Close your lovely mouth before you start drooling.” He teased.

“Wait, what did you just say?”

“That you should close-“

“No, before.”

“Do you want me to repeat it?”

I nodded several times as he smiled, his cheeks flushed. At least I wasn’t alone if it comes to blushing.

“I think I’ll better show you.” He said with a smirk and then…

He kissed me. He kissed me straight on my lips. His arms pulled me even closer to him which resulted in sitting on his lap. At first I was stiff however after a while I wrapped my arms around his neck and I kissed him back, much to his satisfaction.

“Ha! I won 20 pounds!” Rupert cheered and the both of us broke the kiss immediately. “I knew that after months of his sighting and talking about Y/N, you’ll finally get together.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be rolled from the hill in the tire?” Tom asked, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

“Later.”

I could say much about the crew but they for sure were just idiots. Idiots which I truly loved.

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Royals - Draco Malfoy X Female Reader

Title: Royals

Draco Malfoy X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Harry (Mentioned), Ron (Mentioned), Hermione (Mentioned), Reader's family (Mentioned), Lucius, Narcissa, Voldy, Ginny (Mentioned), Weasleys (Mentioned), Neville (Mentioned), Luna (Mentioned), and Death Eaters (Mentioned)

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 2,482

Warnings: Reader's a princess, Battle of Hogwarts, very slight mentions of injuries, mentions of bullying (verbal), Lucius, prejudice, threats, sassy Reader, death mentioned, crying, yelling, deleted scene, teasing, flirting, banter, like one curse word, nicknames, angst, and fluff

The sky was a blueish-gray, and endless dark clouds circled the sky like vultures, eating away at any rays of sunshine that might've pushed its way through. The world around you was that same blueish-gray, with a thick coating of dust, dirt, and grime that wafted into the air with every tired step that you took. The school, the place you had come to find as your second home - a home away from home - was in ruin. The tension in the air was dense, almost suffocating as you held Draco's hand tightly in yours; your wand gripped securely in the other. After the first initial fight, you were bruised and battered, but never once did you leave Draco's side.

You had been inseparable ever since the end of your fourth year together. Before then, you and Draco butted heads, he verbally bullied you, embarrassed you, and called you terrible names based on your blood status. You, on the other hand, were quite quiet, but you didn't hesitate to stand up for yourself. You were both stubborn to a fault, neither of you allowing the other to win in these little verbal fights you both had in the halls. It wasn't until after the end of your third year that you realized how much you cared about Draco Malfoy. It was a bittersweet realization, because, well, it was Draco, and you couldn't help but feel guilty over it - seeing as he used to bully you, and your friends; the Golden Trio.

In October of your fourth year, you noticed a slight change in the Slytherin. He wouldn't make any nasty comments towards you when you passed each other down the hall, and he'd even stop his so-called friends from saying anything to you or about you as well. You were beginning to think he was growing soft, or growing up. And Draco surprised you further by asking you to the Yule Ball later in December. You had begun to see the sensitive, sweet boy beneath that arrogant exterior, and you decided to give him a chance. And from then on, you and Draco grew closer than ever before.

From little dates in the Astronomy Tower, sitting together during shared classes, conversations during free periods near the lake, and even sneaking out past curfew for sharing snacks and kisses; you and Draco became inseparable. You found comfort in his presence, and you could tell that he felt the same way about you. And by the end of your fifth year, Draco asked you to be his girlfriend.

You met Draco's parents not long after, his father insisted that you come, wanting to know everything about the girl that distracted his son from his studies, as it were. Supper at the Malfoy Manor was uncomfortable and awkward. Draco's father was stern and cold, while Draco's mother was polite, and asked pleasant questions; she seemed to have liked you. One thing that puzzled you during that dinner though was that Draco had told you beforehand that his father would never let him have a relationship with someone who wasn't pure of blood. Sadly, his father’s prejudice on your blood status was one of the things that tried to drag you and Draco apart. So why did Lucius Malfoy allow you to continue dating his son? Why did he look you in the eye and almost reluctantly say that you could continue seeing his son? What did you do? What did you say that would warrant such a strange response from a man who held such high expectations for his son? Or... Most importantly, what did he know? What did he know about you? You should've known that something else was simmering behind those malicious gray eyes of his.

Lucius Malfoy knew your secret, and he was going to use it against you; which led to the scariest night of your life.

"I know who you are," You immediately tensed up upon hearing his voice... All you wanted was just some tea.

Turning around, you looked up at the man at the entrance of the kitchen, his long platinum-blonde hair and pale skin stood out against his all-black attire. "Pardon me?" You spoke up, holding the warm mug in your hands, your tea steaming.

Lucius entered the room, slowly, almost as if he was stalking his next prey, which was you. "You are fourth in line to the throne."

At that, you paused, your eyes narrowing slightly, "I don't think I know what you are speaking of, Mr. Malfoy." You replied coolly, taking a sip of your tea.

He smirked, stepping forward another two steps, sweeping a few strands of his hair over his shoulder with a simple swish of his hand, "You're the Princess of Wales."

You scoffed, shaking your head as if his statement was ridiculous, "A princess? Really?"

His smirk fell at your light laughter, "I may despise your kind, but I know well enough of the royal family. And you, Miss L/N, are one of them."

"I'm not a princess, I'm not royalty, and I never was." Ending the conversation as you turned around, facing the counter once more, but you didn't hear him leave.

"Hmm," He hummed, the click-clack of his cane hitting the marble floor made a shiver run down your spine, "It would be such a pity if the Dark Lord got hold of you, my dear."

You sighed, rolling your eyes, "I highly doubt that he would ever take an interest in me, and I assure you, I am just a simple Muggle-born." Turning, you gave the man one last look, "I don't care for your disdainful looks, nor your rude words, and I don't care for your threats, either. If you want to get rid of me, then go right ahead, but you'll regret it. Now, if you'll excuse me, your son and I are going to enjoy our evening." You turned back around, leaving the kitchen without another word.

"And what if I told Draco? Hmm?" He called out to you, turning to watch you leave out into the hall, "I would watch what I say and do carefully."

Your heart pounded in your chest, your palms sweaty. You didn't answer him, instead, you continued walking.

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As Voldemort walked forward, his horde of followers trailing behind him, you spotted Hagrid with Harry in his arms. Your grip on Draco's hand tightened as Voldemort came to a stop, his loyal serpent beside him. Your free hand held onto Draco’s arm, your cheek digging into his shoulder at the sound of Ginny's screams.

"Stupid girl. Harry Potter is dead. From this day forth, you put your faith in me." Voldemort exclaimed before turning to his followers with a large grin. "Harry Potter is dead!" He laughed, laughed before continuing, "And now is the time to declare yourself." He stretched his arms out wide, "Come forward and join us..." He paused, "... Or die." His words seemed to echo throughout the grounds, as Lucius called for Draco, followed by his mother, Narcissa.

You tightened your hold on Draco's hand and arm, digging your cheek further into the fabric of his dark, black suit. You began to mutter over and over again, pleading, begging for Draco not to leave your side. Looking up, your eyes met him, his stormy gray eyes that held so much anguish and fear. You bit your lip, trying to quell the tears that threatened to spill.

"Draco!" His father tried once more, more commanding as if he was scolding the young man, Draco's eyes left yours to stare at his parents as his mother took a step forward.

"Come." She said softly, simply, and you began to panic when you felt Draco's hand twitch slightly in your tight hold.

Raising the hand from his arm, you gently cupped his cheek, moving his head to look back at you. "Draco, please," You pleaded, your eyes searching his face, "Please, don't go."

His eyes softened at the sight of your pained expression, "I'm sorry," He whispered to you, making your eyes widen as he slowly slipped out of your hold.

"No, no, Draco!" You called out to him, watching in horror as he made his way to the other side, but not before being engulfed in the Dark Lord's arms in an attempt to hug.

Tears fell freely from your eyes as you felt Luna place a hand on your shoulder, her comfort coming only a moment too late. You stood there, almost a shell of your former self, watching as Neville slowly limped his way forward, and for a moment, you thought you lost another great friend to the dark side as they laughed and laughed. But, from his speech and at the glint of the Gryffiondor sword, you felt a flicker of hope burn within you as Harry sprung to life, practically leaping out of Hagrid's arms. And imagine your surprise when you watched Draco - your Draco - run across the courtyard, tossing him a wand.

A rush of pride filled you as he ran towards you. You met him halfway, jumping into his arms, hugging him close to you as his arms wrapped around your waist with a desperate grip. You buried your face in his neck and breathed in deeply, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. You pulled away and looked up at him, smiling brightly.

"Draco," You murmured to him, squeezing his hand, "Did you plan that or something?" He smiled down at you, but before he could answer you, you whipped your wand out and shot a Death Eater over Draco's shoulder. "We should fight, talk later." You grinned, as Draco took your hand in his.

"Yeah," He muttered, "Good plan, love."

The Battle of Hogwarts was a nasty one, one that you both hoped to never live through again. You and Draco did your best to stop the Death Eaters that came your way, and after what felt like hours of running down halls and fallen corridors, there was finally silence. That silence was followed by a sense of relief and peace that enveloped your bodies and calmed your souls. Entering the Great Hall, you looked up at the sun shining down upon you from the large hole in the ceiling. You couldn't help but smile, tearing up slightly at the realization that Voldemort was dead. Sitting down, you and Draco watched as other students, professors, friends, and parents trickled in, finding their own spot to sit and take a breath after the battle that they all fought so hard to end.

"Thank goodness," You sighed, looking around the hall. You spotted Ginny sitting at a table with most of her family, and Luna before she headed down the hall, and lastly, you waved to Harry, who gave you and Draco both a tired, relieved smile. You looked away from them, focusing on Draco as he sat beside you, his hand resting on top of yours on his knee.

"How are you feeling?" You asked him, leaning in closer to him.

"I'm okay. What about you?" Draco asked, interlacing his fingers with yours, careful of the small cuts on your knuckles from when you punched some random Death Eater.

You hummed, "Like I just got hit by a train," You gave him a light nudge before your eyes widened as you looked up at Draco with a huge grin, "Oh! Now that old Voldy is gone, I have something to tell you."

"What's that?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

You laughed lightly, "Well, it’s all good news, you don’t have to worry." You leaned in, kissing him on the cheek before whispering to him, "I'm a princess."

Draco's eyes widened as he simply stared at you, confused, "What? You're a princess?" He asked, and you nodded.

"I am the Princess of Wales." You told him, "I wanted to tell you but if anyone found out it could endanger them, but now that Voldemort's gone, I can tell anyone I wish."

Draco seemed taken aback, blinking rapidly as he pulled back from you slightly to look at you, "You're pulling my leg here, aren’t you, love?"

You shook your head, "No, I'm not pulling your leg. You know me, Draco, I am a terrible liar, especially to you."

Draco stared at you for a long while, pursing his lips as he watched your eyes. It was true, there was this look that your eyes gave that told Draco that you were lying - that really gave you away. But this time, your eyes just shined right back at him; not a lie in sight. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water before he cleared his throat, "I'm dating a princess..."

You laughed at his shocked expression, nodding your head, "Yes, yes, you are."

"Bloody hell," He muttered, making you throw your head back as you laughed.

"Dray..." You place your hand on his arm, "You're sounding like a Weasley!" You giggled, making Draco's gaze on you soften. He shook his head, finding himself laughing along with you, smiling a real, genuine smile that made you feel all warm inside. Just hearing his laugh made you happy, and made you forget everything else that was going on in your life. "So, what do we do now?" You asked him, resting your chin on his shoulder, his fingers playing with your hands in his lap.

Draco only shrugged a shoulder, his eyes glancing up at you, "I haven't a clue. Do you have any ideas?"

"Hmm, a vacation, and after that…" You pondered, pursing your lips lightly as you pulled one of your hands from his to gently card them through his messy hair. "How about you meet my family?" You offered, and Draco's face lit up, "They'd love to meet you."

"Really?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, "Do you think so?"

You nodded, "They already do. Especially my brothers, and they’re pretty protective of me, so that’s like a huge plus." You leaned in, brushing your nose against his before giving him a quick peck on the lips, "They all already love you, I promise, and it's my fault really, seeing how I've written about you since I was thirteen."

Draco's cheeks warmed as he smirked at you, "I'd love to meet them, love." Draco spoke, turning towards you slightly, "Pardon, I mean, your Highness." Draco lightly teased, making you roll your eyes playfully as he leaned in, his nose gently bumping against yours.

You couldn’t stop your smile from growing, “Such a tease.” You muttered before continuing, "I'm glad you came back."

Feeling him nod slightly as his hand came up to cup the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair there. With a small, shaky sigh, Draco answered, "Me too, love, me too." And with that you let yourself sink into his embrace once more.

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One With The Wind

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader has a fear of heights and doesn’t understand what all the hype about flying around is about, until she asks Fred to show her.

Warnings: Playful teasing? Friends to “lovers”, Acrophobia (fear of heights), that’s all I know of.

Note: For the lovely @marriinachoo -I hope this was enough fluff for you! (And I hope you enjoy it- thanks again for requesting!!)

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“I still don’t understand how you guys do that.” The girl said while the two flaming haired boys discussed the famous Wizard game every boy and girl wanted to try (besides her.) Putting a spoonful of food into her mouth, she looked up at the two.

The red head in front of her raised an eyebrow in question, and the replica of him did the same, making her laugh.

“Do what?” George asked.

She waved her utensil in front of her as a way to gesture to the two twins.

“You know, climb on a stick and go into the air in intention of beating a ball to other students; potentially killing them.”

The two boys laughed in unison despite her seriousness, so much so you couldn’t tell the difference between them and their laughs. They both smiled wide, the noise of happiness filling her ears as she watched them. Their heads turning to each other, eyes meeting with a mirror image as they only chuckled harder when the other person made a funny face that set them off.

“First off, love, it’s a broomstick, and we’re Beaters. That’s our job: to beat the ball to the other team?” Fred explained with a teasing smile sitting on his lips.

George chuckled. “I thought you’d know that by now. You’ve been dealing with us since First Year.”

The girl rolled her eyes in response at their teasing words despite the blush threatening to rise on her cheeks from the nickname Fred gave her.

“Whatever it’s called, I don’t know why it gets you guys all riled up. I’d rather watch than fly, thank you very much.”

George shrugged her comment off and turned to Lee Jordan who grabbed his attention, but Fred raised his eyebrow at her. Not in a confused questioning way, but in a teasing manner.

“Really? Rather watch than fly? Blimey.”

The last word was murmured, his wild head trying to comprehend the fact that she would rather stand around a bunch of sweaty teenagers and young children than to feel the wind in her hair as the simple yet powerful excitement of completion roared through her veins.

She shrugged in response, finding nothing of it. “I mean, yeah, because I’m too scared to; I could never.”

Fred made a face. “Scared? To fly?”

She nodded sheepishly. “I mean I can’t name a thing that isn’t scary about it.”

Fred scoffed, and since they were at the end of the table, he quickly got up and swiftly moved next to her, their shoulders brushing.

“Nonsense. It’s very exciting, actually.” He assured gently. He then grabbed his plate from the other side of the table, his silverware now in his hands.

He continued to eat as if her fears were simply silly, something so small she was making so big.

She hesitated before asking for conformation. “Really? But you go so….high.” She fought back a shiver when she said the word but her heart failed, the organ in her chest seeming to stagger out of fear just from the thought.

Fred nodded and turned to her. “You do go pretty high, but when you’re playing the game you don’t really think much of it; you’re distracting yourself from the height by doing so.”

She hummed softly, mind taking what he said and turning it over so she could see all the angles.

“So… if I were to go up on a broom and distract myself, then I wouldn’t be as scared as I think I would be?”

Fred shrugged, moving his fork to her plate and stealing a piece of cut up chicken that was there.

“I mean, it might not work for you, ‘cause I don’t even have a thing of heights, but it works for me despite my absent fear.”

She thought about it for a moment. I mean, she trusted the twins; maybe even trusted one more than the other. (Fred.)

So it wasn’t that that was keeping her from asking, rather it was the deep fear of the biggest, most negative solution to come out of it. What if she fell to her death and never saw any of her friends again? She’s too young to die.

She blinked, realizing she was staring into space while thinking such negative thoughts.

Her blink must of re-set her brain, causing her head to turn towards the boy.

“C-could I try for myself and see?”

Fred coughed out pumpkin juice at the sudden question, his mind so used to the comfortable silence they fell into he didn’t expect her to talk again.

“What?” He rasped, patting his chest. She chuckled, picking up her napkin and giving it to him to wipe his mouth.

She watched him do so as she repeated the question.

When she did a small smirk formed on his lips.

“Sure.”

“Yeah, no, I change my mind.”

Fred laughed in the breeze, the noise blessing her ears.

“Come on, it was your choice and you’re in Gryffindor for a reason. Hop on.”

Fred was currently standing on the ground with the broomstick in between his legs, the sand on the Pitch almost covering his shoes.

She shifted, her stomach turning at the thought of leaving the ground but she followed his order despite, legs swinging over the stick and arms wrapping tightly around Fred’s waist.

Her cheeks flushed but she didn’t take the time to recognize it, her chest occupied with a squeezing sensation of fear.

“Ready?”

His voice broke out her fear, the soft question falling from his lips so effortlessly, like it was a bird with wings and claws, using them to take her fear and fly it off into the wind, never to be seen again.

Sadly the feeling of courage only lasts for a second because as soon as she nodded softly against his robes, his leg kicked off the sand and they were no longer on the ground.

She bit back a scream but some of it slipped, causing a small squeal to escape.

Fred chuckled but she didn’t hear it over the wind, instead feeling his body shake from the laughter.

“Open your eyes!”

She didn’t want to, but the trust for him was strong so her eyelids fluttered open, the broom coming to slow yet calming pace.

Her cheek was still pressed to his back, but her eyes scanned around her and she was met with the breathtaking view of Hogwarts, the building standing as strong as ever as the wind flooded her hearing.

Her mouth came agape at the sight, her head leaving his back as she turned to look at everything possible, leaving no angle unseen.

“Hey, hold on tight back there.”

She rolled her eyes even though her arms were wrapped around his waist so tight he was struggling to breathe she bet, but she still laid her head back down on his back.

His skin was warm through the fabric, and it wasn’t the reason for the deep flush on her cheeks, traveling to her neck.

“Rather watch than fly, huh?”

She threw her Quidditch uniform on the floor roughly, despite the background noise of Oliver yelling to put it on so they had time to get out there.

She used the precious time she had to walk an over and give Fred a well deserved slap on the arm, his beautiful laughter once more filling her ears.

-I hoped you liked it! 💕🥺

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