#why did Crabbe come out so sweet i feel sad for him now

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Good Enough ✧ Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader

Request: hiii i love your writing!! can you write about a sweet hufflepuff and how everyone thinks they aren’t a good pair together so one day Pansy bullies the reader into breaking it off with Draco because she feels like she’s not good enough for him then draco finds out and he’s really mad at Pansy?

Another seventh year AU where Voldermort never existed !

Warnings: bullying, slight angst, crying, cursing (barely), sad!draco, angry!draco, implied smut towards the end (also extra mean slytherins for the purpose of this imagine but i have nothing against them i <3 them as much as any other house)

Words: 4.5K

A/N: hiii thank youuuu 🥺💗 !!!!!! but ahhhh omg im a hufflepuff so i hope i delivered good hufflepuff energy in this oneee :’))) i think this might be my new favorite thing ive written omg but i do not own gif 

There was truly no explanation how you, a kind Hufflepuff, managed to become friends, let alone a couple, with the proud and arrogant Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy. 

On the outside, your relationship to everyone seemed uncanny and plain wrong. Even your friends and housemates had looked down on it for a while but eventually came around and just let you be. You couldn’t say the same for the Slytherin’s, however, because if there was one house they disliked more than Gryffindor; it was Hufflepuff.

They berated you and Draco for weeks after they found out he had started a relationship with you. They scowled at you when you would walk by them sometimes calling you names depending on whether or not Draco was by your side. He always defended you and you did your best to ignore them, but they were relentless. You had only been dating for about a month now and the tantalizing comments from Slytherin’s and anyone else who wanted tear the two of you down were right now seeming endless.

“Why can’t people leave us alone,” you said sadly to him one night. You were lying with him in a patch of grass outside the castle, head against his chest as his hand lazily traced patterns onto your bicep.

“They’re only jealous,” he sneered quietly. “People get mad at what they can’t have or what they can't understand.”

Draco’s patience with people was worsening each and every day. His housemates, regularly, would corner him in the common room and interrogate him with questions that made him want to rip his hair out.

“Is this some sort of prank you haven’t told us about, Malfoy?”

“A Hufflepuff? Have you gone mad?”

“Is she blackmailing you with something, mate?”

“Haven’t you thought about how that makes us Slytherin’s look?”

“She’s a blood-traitor!”

The questioning would always lead to him yelling and threatening everyone aggressively before he locked himself in his Prefect dorm or would leave the common room altogether in a fury. Those were the days he would find you after he calmed down and would hug you tightly, pressing kisses all over your face as he praised you with everything he adored about you to how happy you made him and how perfect you were for him. 

You, on the other hand, were dealing with much worse. You never told Draco some of the awful things people would say to you when he wasn’t around. You would stand up for yourself very rarely, confrontation not really being your first approach to handling things but when the insults were bad enough, you were forced to.

You would always hear a variation of the same things said either directly to you or from obvious whispering, majority of them being from Slytherin and the occasional judgmental comment from others.

“Filthy Hufflepuff!”

“Can’t believe one of them is dating one of ours.”

“What does Malfoy even see in her?”

“You’d think someone who’s supposed to be kind wouldn’t want anything to do with such an arse.”

More than ever, Draco found himself giving you an excessive amount of compliments and reassurances that he thought would balance out the insults and criticisms you would tell him about or he would witness. Everything he would tell you was true, of course, but you always felt like he said them out of pity or like he had to.

“I appreciate you trying to make it better, but you don’t have to keep complimenting me, Dray.” You’ve said to him countless times.

And he would often respond with, “but I need you to know how I feel about you.”

Despite the constant uphill battle, your relationship with the platinum blond was everything you hoped for and more. Considering your friendship had started on rocky beginnings a year ago, you would have never thought you’d be with him now.  You couldn’t thank the stars more for when your aged and nearly blind owl had flown straight into the back of his head, pecking at him while he tried to swat it away which then led to him giving you a piece of his mind and trying to hex your owl - causing you to try to hex him just as McGonagall happened to be passing by the fiasco that landed both of you in a months-long detention for reckless magic usage. It was in detention when the two of you were forced to spend time together and realized that the other wasn’t as bad as they thought.

Draco, much like everyone else, always believed Hufflepuffs to be weak and cowardly, too kind for their own good - but he quickly learned how common of a misconception that was the longer he knew you. You always fought for what was morally right, defended those you love and are loyal to courageously, and were sweet and friendly with everyone you talked to whether you knew them or not.

He gravitated towards your kindness and empathetic approach to everything. He loved to see the smiles you put on people’s faces or the way animals would randomly come up to you and immediately trust you enough to give them gentle pets that they always leaned into. He even loved the way you talked to everyone as your equals, something he rarely saw in his environment. Everything you did was a vast difference to what he saw on the daily from his cold and aloof peers, but it was a difference he enjoyed. He wished so deeply that everyone could see and understand how amazing you were to him and he was determined to make it happen.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You asked shyly as he held your hand tightly in his, walking you slowly over to his large group of his closest Slytherin friends that were all gathered around a bench under a tree in the courtyard.

The Prince of Slytherin believed that if he could get his friends to at least tolerate you, then everyone else would follow in suit. He only associated himself with the best and most influential of his house so if there was anyone that could improve his current situation; it would be them. You were a little uneasy about his plan, but later agreed when he had convinced you that his idea couldn’t and wouldn’t fail.

“Of course it is!” He exclaimed encouragingly. “Plus, I’m Draco Malfoy, they’ll like anything I tell them to like.”

“Okay,” you sighed, rolling your eyes slightly at his boast.

The closer you got to them, the more you felt your hands begin to sweat and the heat crawling up your face. They all began to turn towards the two of you, their eyes focusing on you and you only with a pointed gaze. You started to realize how greatly you underestimated how intimidating they looked. Especially the one girl who made it her mission to bother you every chance she could get - always from afar while she pointed at you and whispered something into her friend’s ears while they laughed or when she would pass by you and say something rude under her breath.

“Look what Malfoy’s dragged in!” Pansy Parkinson called out with a malicious smirk on her face as she eyed you.

“Give it a rest, Pansy,” Blaise sighed, “If Malfoy wants us to meet his little friend then so be it.”

“Not my little friend, my girlfriend,” Draco corrected angrily as the two of you finally reached the group. “This is Y/N and I wanted you all to meet her since I plan on having her around for a long while, so you might as well get used to it.”

“Long while? Poor thing can’t even introduce herself,” Pansy laughed tauntingly.

“I think Draco introduced me just fine right now but if you want, I’ll do it again to make you feel better,” you smiled a big fake toothy grin at her. “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

Everyone snickered at your response, watching for the girl’s reaction as her nostrils flared in irritation. Draco smiled to himself and gave your hand a quick squeeze, feeling proud that you found a way to talk back to her in the nicest way possible.

“Right, well, I’m sure you know this is; Goyle, Crabbe, Zabini, Pike, Flint, Nott, and...” Draco pointed to everyone, trailing off when he reached the only girl in the group, “I don’t think that one needs an introduction, she rather do it herself, right Parkinson?”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, giving the blond a false squinty-eyed grin with attitude.

“So, you want us to be the nice to the Hufflepuff then?” Zabini questions, pointing a finger towards you.

“Yes, I want you to be nice to, Y/N,” Draco corrected again, his hand getting tighter in your grasp as he spoke. “That goes for all of you and everyone else in this bloody house. I don’t want to hear anything bad about her or us coming from anyone ever again or you’ll have me to answer to. I don’t care how friendly we are.”

“So he has to defend you too now?” Pansy spoke again, “Merlin, it’s a wonder how you Hufflepuff sort even survive in this world.”

Before anyone could say anything, you mustered up all the courage you had and stepped forward towards the irked girl in front of you.

“Listen, I don’t want any more trouble with you or anyone,” you rushed out. “I just want to go about my day without having to hear how disgusting and weak I am.”

She opened her mouth to retaliate but Blaise put a hand in front of her and pushed her back before she got any closer to you.

“Alright, we’ll try,” he answered for the group quickly in an annoyed tone, “but I can’t promise that for the rest of Slytherin. They really don’t like you guys together, thinks it makes them look bad. Eventually, they’ll get tired of it and move on to the next.”

“That’s as good as its gonna get,” Goyle guffawed, Crabbe and Pike snickering alongside him.

You sighed, looking up at Draco and slightly tugging at his hand while you silently begged him to take you out of there but he didn’t catch the hint and instead did the complete opposite when he had turned towards the only boy in the group who seemed to have brains.

“Zabini, can I talk to you really quick?” He asked gruffly. Blaise deeply sighed and nodded, the two boys breaking away from the group and stopping a few feet away before talking in angry hushed voices to each other.

You - all of a sudden felt very small and sick, your eyes frantically bouncing around the group as they watched you squirm. Pansy took this as her chance to step closer towards you, stopping a few inches away from you while a smirk made its way onto her face.

“Since you obviously don’t see the bigger picture, I’ll paint it for you,” she began contemptuously, “you and Draco really don’t belong together, at all. Sure, you might think everything’s fine right now, but what’ll happen when he gets tired of defending you and proving you to everyone. You think Hogwarts is your problem? Just wait until you meet the Malfoy’s. Do you really think his father would like or even tolerate a filthy blood traitor like you?”

You gaped at her, taking a few shaky steps away from her as her words hit you like a truck.

“Think about it, Y/L/N,” she gets in your face again, her hand reaching up to grip your shoulder tightly to hold you in place. “He needs to be with someone of his status, a pure-blooded Slytherin who comes from a good wealthy family who holds all the same beliefs as the Malfoy’s. If I were you, I’d end it before you ruin his life any more than you already have and end up leaving him without a family or his inheritance.”

“Are you trying to say that ‘someone’ should be you?” You question through gritted teeth, shrugging your shoulder hard out of her clawed grasp.

“I never said that,” she smiles, “but who am I to say it shouldn’t be?” 

Pansy tauntingly walked away from you, a smug look on her face as she noticed just how obviously she had hurt you. You wanted to run away and cry, but you held it together for the sake of your last remaining dignity and so that you wouldn’t please your assailant even more than you already have.

Draco turned to stroll back towards the group with Blaise, his eyes landing on your shuddering figure and the broken look in your eyes as they met his. He looked around at the rest of the group who were talking amongst themselves, unknowing to them that Parkinson had just ripped a new one on you. She stood around them, looking at her nails with an uninterested look in her eyes and when she felt Draco’s eyes on her, she looked up and smiled at him innocently. 

‘Bitch,’ you thought.

He slowly walked towards you, taking your hand and deeply frowning when you immediately slipped it out of his.

“What’s wrong?” His voice dripped with concern, his sad gray’s searching your face for any answer as to why you were suddenly acting so cold.

“I need to talk to you,” you breathed out. “Alone.”

He nodded, instinctively reaching out for your hand only for you to reject it again. He felt queasy at the response, his heart falling to his stomach as you turned around and began walking away. His legs were moving hastily behind you, a dooming tension had fallen between the two of you and he couldn’t for the life of him find a reason why.

Pansy’s words were like a game of pinball on a constant loop in your mind. Your thoughts were bumping and flying haphazardly as you tried to make sense of them and what you were about to do. And as much as you hated to admit it - the wench was right. You would never be able to offer Draco and his family anything that would ever be close to enough. You were just a sweet, regular Hufflepuff, someone far from who his family expected to date. And what if you did end up staying with him? You figured you would end up breaking up years later when he would be forced to marry someone else. Or in the slight chance, he fought against that, there was no way you’d forgive yourself if he lost his family and his future because of your own selfish needs.

You stopped at an empty corridor, sitting at one of the windowsills you regularly sat at with the platinum blond when the two of you snuck out at night to meet each other. Your head fell into your hands, your thoughts raging louder in your head and now through your body as you began to unwillingly shake. The held back tears had finally broken out in a waterfall of sadness, frustration, and grief.

Draco only watched, his heartbreaking at the sight as he kneeled in front of you, his hands resting on your knees while he tried to figure out what to say.

“Darling, please tell me what’s gotten you like this,” he pleads sadly. “If it’s about what Blaise said, I made a deal with him so he would try and help.”

“No, it’s not that,” you answered, choking back the lump in a feeble attempt to try and get yourself calmed down enough to talk to him.

He sat back on his heels, his hand running down his face in distress as he racked through his brain for anything else that might have gotten you like this. He let you cry for a bit, feeling useless as he watched you go through an internal battle he had no clue about.

“Then what is it? Tell me and I’ll fix it,” he says softly when he saw your tears had finally been reduced to stray droplets on your face.

“You can’t,” you sniffle. Your hand weakly brushed over his paled slender fingers that were holding your knee gently. He turned his palm upwards for you and you placed your shaking hand in his while you basked in the final moments of his warmth. You regrettably slipped out of his grip before you spoke the words you couldn’t take back. “We can’t be together anymore.”

Draco blinked, his stomach dropping as soon as the words left your mouth. “What?”

You stood up, backing away from him as you shook your head. “Everyone was right - I’ll never be good enough for you, for your friends, for your family. You deserve to be with someone who makes your life easier, not harder.”

“Where did all this come from?” He asks incredulously, standing up from his spot on the floor as he painfully watched your slowly retreating figure. “It’s all rubbish is what it is. You’ve never made my life harder.”

“Draco, look around you!” You exasperated, your arms flailing around you. “You had to make a deal with your own friends for them to even be nice to me. Your house can’t stand me and they take it out on the both of us! And what about your parents? You know for a fact they would hate me, don’t even try and deny it.”

Pale hands ran through his hair, his fingers pulling at the platinum strands in frustration.

“I thought you didn’t care about all that,” he said woefully. “I thought you’d know by now none of it matters.”

“Well, I care now,” you answer back gloomily. “And you should too.”

There was a spinning and nauseating feeling in the pit of the Slytherin’s stomach, his heart violently jumping around in his chest as he let you storm away from him. 

He let his back fall against a pillar, a deep and burning exhale falling from his trembling lips while he stared at a live painting across from him. It was of three women, the chalices in their hands supposed to be joined in a toast above them while they smiled gleefully in celebration, 3 of Chalices, it read in the caption below the frame. Instead of being in their usual position, they stared at him with pity in their softly painted eyes as they slowly raised their cups towards him in a way of showing their condolences.

He nodded curtly at them before he kicked himself off the wall and dragged himself towards the Great Hall where they were serving dinner and where he would undoubtedly find his so-called friends. He prepared himself to break the news to them, knowing they would be over the moon about it and as much as he wanted to join them in their delight, he couldn’t push away the large ache that had settled itself in his chest.

“We’re done,” he muttered dreadfully to himself, “it’s over.”

He was testing out different ways he could tell everyone the long-awaited news but they all left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“I think you’ll all be delighted to know, Y/N-” he tried again but he lost his train of thought when he spoke your name. It was like taking an invisible kick to his heart as if Peeves the Poltergeist had somehow crawled into his body and was wreaking his usual havoc on his insides. 

The second he stepped into the Great Hall and saw his group sitting there, eating and laughing amongst everyone else, he felt sick all over again. There was no way he could stomach the triumph they were about to unleash, but he sucked it up and drudged towards them anyway.

“You look ghastly,” Pansy snickers, already having a feeling as to why he looked so rough. He stopped at the bench, hesitating to sit down because he knew he’d want to dash the second everyone started to relentlessly bash you.

“Deal’s off, Zabini,” the blond spoke lowly. “I’m not with Y/L/N anymore so it doesn’t matter.”

“You’re better off without her, Malfoy,” Blaise said delightedly. “Can’t believe you nearly had us associating with a blood traitor. It’s better that she’s gone.”

“Yeah, we ought to thank Pansy for that,” Crabbe laughed loudly through a mouthful of food. Pansy kicked his shin under the table, and he recoiled too fast, the food in his mouth getting shot in the wrong direction as he started choking.

“Pansy?” Draco repeated, his eyes falling towards the shying girl. “What did Pansy do?”

“What?” Crabbe coughed roughly, “did no one else see her talking to the ickle Hufflepuff?”

Pansy kicked him again and he wailed out a “stop kicking me, you donkey!”

Any ounce of sadness Draco had in his body was immediately washed out in rage. He wanted to flip over the table and scream at everyone in his path, but he only turned towards Pansy again and asked her calmly.

“What did you say to her?”

“I only told her the truth!” She said coyly, holding her hands up in defense.

“What” his fist had slammed onto the table making everyone sitting near the contact jump in surprise, “did you say to her!”

“The truth! Or are you too blind to see it too?” She sneered at him. “Do you honestly think the two of you would last? Look at who you are, Draco!”

“Talk to me ever again and I swear I’ll hex you,” he spat, turning hot on his heel as he stormed out of the Great Hall, his friends staring at his retreating figure in shock at the outburst.

Draco found himself rushing through stairs and corridors, his heart racing as he searched for the place he just knew you’d be. Now that he knew the full story, he needed to talk to you. Even if you didn’t change your mind, he wanted to at least try to fix what had been broken. The tall and bronzed doors were ajar, a small light filtering through the dark corridor he was nearly running down. 

A mop of bright silver hair had peaked through the crack in the doors of the Hogwarts kitchen, worried gray eyes following in suit as they searched the room for its target. He found you hunched over a small dessert plate, a half-eaten cake being drenched in your tears that never seemed to stop. There was a house-elf next to you, looking up at you from the floor in concern while they patted your leg. 

“Mister!” a scraggly voice croaked out from below him. He looked down to find a rugged looking house-elf staring up at him with furrowed eyebrows and hands on its hips. “Students are prohibited in the kitchen.”

“There’s a student right there,” he pointed towards you.

“She’s an exception!” the elf exclaimed wildly.

Draco shook his head before walking past the small creature, power walking straight towards you while it ran behind him.

“Wait till Gonpy tells the Headmaster about this!” The elf calls, “Gonby asks your name, sir!””

“Vincent Crabbe,” Draco answers mindlessly as he continued walking towards the far end of the room that very closely resembled the Great Hall and its vastness.

The familiar accent rang through your ears, your glassy eyes shooting up in surprise when you see the reason for your tears hurrying towards you.

“Before you say anything, you need to listen to me,” he starts desperately once he reaches you. “I know it was Pansy who put those thoughts into your head. I know you think you’re not enough for me. And I know you think I was always complimenting you out of pity, but you couldn’t be more wrong about any of that. I say all those things to you because I mean it. You are everything to me. You are more than enough for me just by being you. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been and sometimes I wonder if I’m even good enough for you. But you need to understand how much I love you.”

“Draco,” you breathe, heart leaping in your chest at his rambling speech, “I love you too. But what about everyone else, how are we even supposed to be with each other in peace?”

“To hell with everyone else,” he responds quickly, walking around the edge of the table so that he was now only mere centimeters away from you. “Do you want to be with me?”

“Yes, of course,” you blink at him, “but do you really think your parents would let this happen?”

“We’ll deal with them when the time comes,” he mumbles, his hand finding its way to your puffy cheek where he let it rest. “Besides, my mother likes anything that makes me happy, so I know for a fact at least she will end up loving you just as much as I do.”

You nodded happily, a new hope bubbling in your stomach as you lurched towards him and hugged the stressed boy against you tightly. The both of you let out a breath of relief at the same time from the contact, finally feeling back in balance after the short-lived sorrow. 

He pulled away from you and leaned down into you, his lips capturing yours in a tender and passionate kiss. That was when the elves you had forgotten about had quickly stopped eavesdropping, scurrying themselves away from the table as they went to start cleaning up the kitchen. 

It was minutes before you had finally pulled away, looking dreamily into the happy gray’s that gazed back at you. You admired him for a couple seconds, feeling very content before you reached up towards him again, tangling your hands in his hair and pressing another kiss onto his now swollen lips. He moved needily against you, pushing your body flush the table as he held you tightly against him.

“Ahem,” a small voice uncomfortably called out from below. It was the same elf who had chased Draco down the kitchen when he walked in, a frown on his face as he stared at the two of you. “Gonpy and the house-elves make food here!”

“I’m sorry, Gonpy,” you hurriedly apologize, ripping yourself away from a ragged breathing Draco as you bent down to shake hands with the elf. “Thank you for making me cake and letting me cry here, you’re a Hogwarts hero.”

“Gonpy thanks you, Miss Y/L/N! The truest, kindest Hufflepuff!” 

Draco bit back a smile at the interaction. You stood up and reached your hand behind you for the Slytherin to take and as the two of you walked away, he yelled out a quick, “Thanks Gonpy!”

And once the two of you were near the exit, he wrapped his arms around you from behind and pressed his body against your back, lowering his mouth towards your ear and kissing the skin right below it before whispering, “do you want to go back to my dorm?”

You nodded eagerly, giggling loudly as the two of you stumbled out of the door underneath his hold and into the dimly lit corridor before pulling apart and racing towards the direction of the dungeons with his hand interlocked in yours.

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unrequited (draco malfoy/cedric diggory series)

PROMPT: You and Cedric grew up together. After the tragedy of the Triwizard Tournament, you’re left feeling empty without your best friend. Draco Malfoy steps into the picture. Will the feelings be reciprocated? Or will it be unrequited?

WARNINGS: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, angst, fluff, sadness???

PAIRING: draco malfoy x reader and cedric diggory x reader; hufflepuff reader

WC: 2.2K+

UNREQUITED MASTERLIST

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PART 1

“You know you're my best friend, right?” Cedric muttered from beside you, nudging the side of your rib with his elbow. “Always will be.” 

The final stage of the Triwizard tournament was creeping up behind you. It was said to be one of the most dangerous obstacles in history. Cedric acted smug about it, acting like the idea of death didn’t phase him one bit. In front of other Hufflepuffs, he let out an empty chuckle, declaring that the TriWizard cup would be home on the mantle of the Hufflepuff common room by the end of it all. But during the moments where only he and you existed in the world, his lips quivered and his breath was broken as he explained to you how much he loved you. 

During Cedric’s first two years at Hogwarts, he would come home and tell you all about his year. He would teach you spells in secret and make potions with you so by the time you entered as a first-year, you were already ahead of everyone else. He would spend his days and nights with you when he wasn’t at Hogwarts. Fellow students would make fun of him for how often he would receive owls with your name attached to the back of the envelope. 

Cedric was your best friend. Always will be. 

“Of course, I know, you silly man.” You huffed, turning your head to face him. He was staring at you, eyes twinkling under the soft glow of the lonely moon. The air was crisp and the winds were quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the soft whispers between the two of you and if one were to focus enough, the incessant beating of Cedric’s heart rattling in his chest and the breaking of your heart in yours. “Why are you telling me this?” 

He sighed, gulping down any sign of false bravado. He knew he never had to fake with you. You always did understand him, better than anyone ever could. “Y/N… Tomorrow’s obstacle is said to be deadly. I just wanted to tell you how much I love you in case it’s the last thing I’ll ever say to you.” 

“Nonsense,” You replied, waving a hand in front of his face. You shook your head, not accepting the venomous words that slip past his lips. You blinked away the tears pricking your eyes, fearing that if you even let one drop slip, it might become a reality. “You’re Cedric Diggory. Nothing can break you.” 

Cedric laughed a hearty laugh, startling the small animals finding sanctuary within the bushes that stayed static beside your bodies. His finger absently traced the scar on your hand, one that you got a few years back as you hid behind the Whomping Willow before you knew of its capabilities. Cedric rushed over to you once he heard you yelp in pain, a few meters away from the irritated creature. You ended up with Madam Pomfrey for a night and a half and the scar was the constant reminder you had of the memory. “Can you at least say it back?” 

“Fine,” You playfully rolled your eyes, grinning at the sound of his laugh. It was your favorite thing. “You, Cedric Diggory, are my best friend. For now and for always.” 

Cedric beamed and slowly started to sit up. You followed his actions and took his arm once he offered it to you. He led you a few steps towards the secret passageway that you both took most nights to get away before stopping. You cocked your head to the side, shooting him a puzzled look. He suddenly hugged you, tightly as if you were his lifeline, and mumbled incoherent, sweet, nothings into your ear. Cedric placed his chin on the top of your head, a single tear landing on your crown, making you shiver. “I’m scared, Y/N.” 

You let out a broken sigh, digging your fingertips into the muscle of his back. You feel his warmth radiating on the side of your cheek, suddenly feeling wet. You hadn’t noticed the tears slipping from your eyes. It was quickly, too quickly, starting to feel like a reality. “Me too, Ced.” 

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“What do we have here?” A smug voice sneered from behind you. You and Hermione twisted your heads to look at the man harboring the posh voice. Malfoy. “A Hufflepuff and a mudblood. Pathetic duo, if you ask me.” 

The boy was dressed in all black, a hint of emerald green in the silver pin that he sported on his vest. Crabbe and Goyle stood behind him, smiles reaching their eyes as they followed the Slytherin prince around. Draco’s hair fell perfectly to frame his face, loose strands looking intentional as they landed on the areas that made him look ethereal. It was unfair really, how beautiful Draco Malfoy was. He was like straight out of a painting; pale skin, soft hair, pink lips, that often contrasted his dark exterior and his detestable character.

“Get out of here, Malfoy.” You spat, narrowing your eyes at him. “Why are you even here? I’m sure all of us would have a lovelier time if you went on your merry way.” 

“You’re a courageous little Hufflepuff, aren’t you?” He teased, words dripping with distaste. “I’ll have you know that I’m here to watch Potter crumble into pieces. Although, I’ll also settle for Diggory if it comes down to it.” 

You let out an angry huff, “Oh, you little shi-”

“Y/N, don’t.” Hermione placed a hand on your shoulder, holding you back. “He’s not worth it.” 

Draco chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “A mudblood telling me my worth? Comedy. Where’s your boyfriend? Did Dumbledore finally get tired of housing the neverending line of Weasley scums?” He turned to Crabbe and Goyle. “Took him long enough.” 

“Sorry to burst your bubble, Malfoy.” Ron chirped up from behind the three boys, three butterbeers in hand. “But I’m still here and I’m not going anywhere.” 

Draco rolled his eyes but left without another word, the two boys following him as soon as he took his first step. Ron took his spot beside you and Hermione, passing you the butterbeers. The three of you looked down to where Harry and Cedric stood, the two boys in deep focus before the final round started.

Cedric’s eyes wandered the arena, stopping when his met yours. He smiled, teeth uncontained behind his lips and raised a thumb up. You mirrored his actions, raising your butterbeer in celebration of him making it this far. Dumbledore called for Cedric’s attention, letting him know that it was soon to begin. He nodded and got ready. Before the sound of the cannon, he turned to look at you one last time and mouthed, “I love you.” Just as you were going to reply, the cannon went off and Cedric disappeared into the darkness. 

You heard disgruntled mumbling from a few people beside you. You turned and saw Draco with his eyebrows furrowed, staring at you. His cheeks were dusted with the mellowest shade of pink when he saw that you caught him staring. He quickly turned away, bottom lip caught between his teeth. You continued to stare, unable to decipher the look on the boy’s face. His eyes darted back to look at you, awkward under your intense fascination. 

“Y/N?” Hermione’s voice pulled you out of your daze. She waved her hand in front of you, growing concerned. “Hello, Y/N?”

You snapped your attention back to her, blinking a few times to adjust your view. “I’m sorry, what?”

Ron laughed, taking a sip from his butterbeer. He motioned to where Cedric stood earlier, “She asked if you finally told Cedric how you felt about him.” 

You shook your head, eyes growing wide. “I told you guys. I’ll never tell Cedric how I feel. It’s not like he’ll return the feelings anyway.” 

“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” She asked, a slight irritation to her voice. “Sweetheart, that’s how every girl wants to be looked at. He’s so in love with you. It always baffled me how you never noticed.” 

“Hermione,” You groaned, staring at your stubborn friend. “He doesn’t look at me in any way. He sees me as his best friend, nothing more.” 

“Are you bloody stupid?” Ron responded, backing Hermione up. He ran his fingers through his ginger hair, tugging at the ends in frustration. “We’ve known the two of you for a fraction of the time you two have known each other and even we can see that you two are madly in love!”

“We agree.” 

You looked past Ron’s shoulder to see the Weasley twins, grinning and nodding in agreement with their brother. 

 “You two don’t even know Cedric.” 

Fred cocked an eyebrow, “We’ll have you know, we have Potions class together. He always wants to partner with us.”

“So yes, dear Y/N. We do know Cedric.” George chimed in. 

“Well perhaps you do know him,” You trailed off. “But that doesn’t mean you guys know what he’s feeling. You’re just guessing.” 

“It’s not guessing when he said it himself.” 

Your eyes widened at the twins’ revelation. As you were about to question the two boys, a loud commotion caught everyone’s attention. All of you turned to the source of the sound to find Draco and a shattered glass of butterbeer pooling at Crabbe’s feet. His eyes narrowed, shooting daggers in your direction. 

He spat, “Are we here to gossip or are we here to watch the Triwizard tournament?”

All of you remained silent, not knowing the reason for his sudden outburst. The words that the twins let slip danced in your thoughts the entire time. Everyone’s patience ran thin as the competition seemed to drag on. People left and returned upon hearing any sign of movement. You stayed, however, no matter how long it took for anyone to come back. You looked down at your yellow sweater, the initials “C.D” embroidered on the left sleeve. 

Cedric got you the sweater the summer before your first year at Hogwarts. He picked it up at a shop at Hogsmeade, in yellow, confident that you were going to be placed in the same house as him. He knew you were always scared that you were going to be separated into a different house so he did little things to put your mind at ease. ‘I’ll be by your side no matter what happens but in your heart and mine, you’ll always be a Hufflepuff.’ 

You smiled at the memory, rubbing your thumb over the golden thread. You looked up at the sound of shuffling feet, moving away from you. You saw Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle making their way out, growing impatient with the lack of gore, you assumed. The blond boy disappeared behind the doors, slipping away from your line of vision. 

You were on your third butterbeer, eyes slowly fluttering closed when you heard an audible gasp coming from everyone in the crowd. Your eyes shot open and watched as Harry and Cedric appeared in front of everyone. Harry’s body was covering Cedric. 

You stood up, wanting to get a better look. You couldn’t wait to hug Cedric and congratulate him. Then you heard someone wail. Mr. Diggory. 

Your knees buckled as you heard him yell and scream as he rushed down the steps to meet Cedric. The breath was knocked out of your lungs as you leaned against the barricade for support. You felt Hermione and Ron hold you up, stopping you from falling through. You were breathing unevenly, chest rising rapidly. 

“Y/N?” Mr. Diggory called, head twisting in every direction trying to look for you. “Where’s Y/N?” 

You shoved Hermione and Ron away, apologizing in your head for your roughness and ran down to meet him. You tripped over your own feet a few times, eyes not being any help as tears clouded your vision. The cold air was hitting your overly bitten lips, the cracks and scars growing sensitive with each breath. You pushed past everyone and fell to your knees when you got a good look at Cedric. 

“Y/N…” You heard Harry say. “I’m so sorry.” 

“W-why are you apologizing, Harry?” You questioned, stuttering over your words. “He’s okay. He’ll wake up.” 

You didn’t realize that Ron and Hermione followed you until you heard Hermione’s broken cry after you said those words. You turned around and saw her face buried in Ron’s shoulder, a protective arm wrapped around the small of her back. 

“Y/N…” Harry tried again, reaching out for you. 

You pulled away, nearly crawling over to Cedric. You leaned close to him, a broken smile on your face. You whispered, “Ced, I’m here. Wake up, Ced. You did it. Ced?” 

“Y/N..” 

“No!” You yelled, shaking Cedric's body. “Ced, wake up.”

“Miss Y/L/N.” Dumbledore called for you, looking down at your pleading face. His eyes pooled with tears. “He didn’t make it.” 

You crumbled into Cedric’s unmoving body. His eyes were still open, blankly staring back at you. The love and adoration that once swam in his pupils were gone and replaced with a gray smoke. Death. You sobbed into his chest, clinging onto his lifeless limbs. Your piercing cries shook everyone to their core, the entire arena falling silent as Mr. Diggory wrapped his arms around you and his son. 

You placed your left arm under him, clutching him closer to your body. His blood stained the embroidery of his initials on your sweater, a painful memory overpowering your once sweet one.

[jungwonlvrr]

DEAR DRACO MALFOY

Pairings: Draco x Female Reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: no warnings

Y/n: your name

Y/b/n: your girl best friends name

Y/h/n: your house name

Summary: y/n send letters to Draco but the more letters she sends, the less oblivious she gets of her feelings for him.

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Dear The Slytherin Prince,

Hey! It’s your best friend, Y/n. You told me you really liked y/b/n. I’m sorry I ran away without giving you an answer. I talked with her and she likes you too! That’s crazy isn’t it? She wants you to meet her in the astronomy tower after classes.

Your best friend, Y/n

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Dear My Best Friend,

I heard you two got together. You guys would make a cute couple. I’m quite worried you’re going to leave me for her. But you wouldn’t would you? You promised. Today, I rode buckbeat with the twins, It was quite fun. Bummer you didn’t tag along lol.

Your Favorite y/h/n, Y/n.

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Dear Draco Alfredo,

I see you showed y/b/n our secret hiding spot. That place was only suppose to be between you and I but it’s okay. You two are the couple so I can’t fight and get mad lol. It’s just a bummer because it’s not so secret for you and I anymore. Today, you skipped classes, it’s not out do the ordinary for you to do so but Y/b/n skipped classs also and she never skips. I assume you two met up in our the secret hide out.

Your best wingwoman, Y/n

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Dear Draco,

It’s been two weeks since I last sent you a letter. I was busy. And two weeks since our hiding spot became yours and y/b/n’s hiding spot. That place feels not special anymore so I stopped going there. I’m glad you’re still speaking to me though! I just miss our adventures. We should go on a adventure soon!

Your best friend, Y/n

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Dear The Slytherin Barbie,

Hey! You told me we would go on our adventures, I was really happy until you brought her along. Don’t get it wrong, I’m happy for you both! I just missed the me and you times, it barely happens nowadays. You’re too caught up with Y/b/n to spend time with your best friend. It makes me upset.

Your best friend, Y/n.

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Dear The one and only Draco,

Thanks for getting me soup today, I didn’t feel so well and you realized that. I guess we still have our best friend telepathy hahah. You’re missing out on action though, last night the twins set up fireworks in the forest! I know right, crazy isn’t it. It’s kind of weird experiencing fun things without you around, I’m too use to being around you haha. I also heard you gave Y/b/n the bracelet I made you, I was kind of, maybe really upset. I put a lot of thought into that bracelet.

Your one and only, Y/n.

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Dear Draco Tomato,

It’s been a month since I last sent you a letter, I was busying studying for the exams. I don’t even know why I keep writing to you when I could just talk to you. I guess I don’t have the confidence to talk to you anymore since you seemed to be really busy with your girlfriend. You don’t even reply back so it’s embarrassing sometimes but I know you read them, Goyle told me. He just told me you didn’t have the time to reply which is compeletly fine with me! Your girlfriend must have found that soft side of yours quick, you two are so PDA now , it feels so weird since you’re not normally affectionate.

Your best friend, Y/n.

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Dear Draco,

The more I watch you and your girlfriend do your things, the more I realize I have this heavy feeling in my heart that makes me really sad. Honestly, I think it’s just the anxiety I have stored up for the upcoming exams. A day alone with you could definitely cool it down.

Y/n

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Dear Draco Malfoy,

Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something to upset you? I’m really sorry if I did! What can I do to make it up for you? Oh yeah, I’ll buy you your favorite, chocolate frogs! You better forgive me, I’m paying for this lol.

From you know, Y/n

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Dear The Slytherin,

I hope you enjoyed the chocolate frogs! You talked to today which made me expectionally happy. I get so happy when me and you have a conversation, it could be the smallest and my day will be brightened!how do you do these things?

Your Best friend, Y/n

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Dear Draco Draco Draco,

You’re ignoring me again. That hurts you know. It makes me really upset, giving me a empty feeling in my heart. I miss my best friend. You can’t do this to me.

Your best friend, Y/n

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Dear Draco,

Stop ignoring me. You’re acting as if I don’t exist anymore! What did I do wrong? It’s been 3 weeks of this constant ignoring. It really hurts, Malfoy. You don’t know how many tears are being spent of your stupidness. I’m your best friend! Don’t you remember? Please don’t forget me. I know you’re reading this, Draco. Please reply, I miss you.

Your still best friend, Y/n

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Dear Malfoy,

Today, you told me you didn’t want to be friends with anymore. I’m confused, I didn’t do anything wrong. It was so sudden, I didn’t expect this ending for us, I mean sure you were being an ass and ignoring me but I thought you were just being Draco. I’m too numb to cry right now. I miss you, kiddo.

Your ex best friend, Y/n.

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Dear Malfoy,

I heard Y/b/n was the reason you didn’t want to be friends anymore. I don’t know why I even called her my girl best friend. She stabbed me in the back, she knew how much you meant to me. I guess you were my only real friend and I lost that too. You were a real friend until you started dating her, pathetic isn’t it?.

Your ex best friend, Y/n.

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Dear Draco Malfoy,

I don’t even know why I continue to send you letters as if we are on good terms. I really want to be on good terms but you clearly don’t want that. Today I also found out from Crabbe that you threw away that chocolate frog I have bought for you. That hurt deeply. It feels like actual knives are being carved into my heart, every single day. When I see you, I feel so at home and I just want to hug you and cry while calling you mean.

Your ex best friend, Y/n.

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Dear Draco,

It’s been 2 months, I know I shouldn’t call you by your first name anymore but I miss you. I’m not mad at you anymore, I just want my best friend back. Why did things have to turn out this way? You’re really happy with you girlfriend, I can tell. You never smiled that big with me. I keep holding onto us like we are going to come back to each other.

Your ex best friend, Y/n,

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Dear Malfoy,

I know you’re still reading these. Maybe to make fun of me, I don’t know anymore. But recently I found something out. It’s quite a shock to me. I’m in love with you, Malfoy. The way I feel for you isn’t a normal way to feel for a friend, I’m in love. Only love makes you this crazy, Professer Mcgonnal told me. I think she’s referring to me sending letters almost everyday, expecting a good outcome. I’m too deep in love with you, from the way you talk to the way you move, from the way your blond hair falls into your forehead, from the way your grey eyes wander the rooms, from the way your voice called out my name so naturally, from the way you use to hug me and hum on my bad days, from the way you took me sledding and from the way your lips curved into a perfect smile. I fell in love with you and your personality, ignoring your toxic traits. For I wasn’t enough, what we had wasn’t enough that you chose her over me. Oh what you do for love.

Your secret lover, Y/n.

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Dear Malfoy,

Your girlfriend found my letter and her and her gang beat me up for it. She doesn’t understand. I would never try to sabotage your relationship with her. I just wanted to express my feelings, clearly I can’t even do that. Maybe it was wrong for me to give you a love confession but I wasnt trying to get you to be with me. She wants me to never send letters to you again, but she doesn’t have to know I’m sending this letter. You’re still my best friend in my heart, Draco.

Your ex best friend, Y/n.

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Dear Draco Malfoy,

Hey, it’s been a couple of months. I hope you’re doing well. I finally come to my closure. I’m moving on from this chapter of heartbreak and misery. You were a chapter in my life, a really really big and important one, but I was just a page in yours. I guess all good things come to an end eventually. I’m getting happier and I’m finally moving on from you. Of course I still love you! You’re still my best friend in my heart like I said. But it’s over now. I’m accepting that. You’re still with her, after all this time. I’m really happy for you both, really!

Y/n

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Dear Draco,

You looked awful for the past week. Are you doing okay? I know I said I’ve moved on but I can still send letters to check up on you, you still matter to me. Y/b/n seemed to not care that you looked emotionally tired. She just kept going on about her drama. It makes me sad, you deserve someone who will listen to you like how you listen to her. I can tell you love her a lot.

Y/n

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Dear Draco,

It’s been about a month. I found someone! I’ve officially moved on. Don’t be sad lol, as if you would. His name is Neville Longbottom. I think you know him. He’s really sweet and I don’t deserve him one bit. He bought me my favorite candies yesterday, it made me heart feel so soft and warm inside. He’s adorable. He makes me really happy, I hope you find that soon since Y/b/n isn’t doing a good job at that, lol.

Y/n

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Dear Draco,

I heard what happened, She cheated. Of course she would. I mean I didn’t expect it but it’s not a surprise either. She honestly really did like you at the beginning of your relationship with her, I don’t know what happened. You’re still welcomed to come back to this chapter of my life, I’ll gladly accept my best friend back. Just no more romantic feelings included. Just the old me and you. Oh yeah, about me and Neville, he’s really a sweetheart, i think I’m in love. He makes me feel a way you didn’t. Like I’m loved and special.

Y/n

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Dear Draco,

So we’re friends again. I’m glad. I missed you kiddo. I’m glad I’m getting my best friend back. Let’s make a plan and meet up and catch up. Wouldn’t that sound lovely?

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Dear Draco,

It’s been a week of catching up and our best friend connection came back quickly. Your ex isn’t very happy about you and I becoming friends again but it doesn’t matter.

Y/n

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Dear Y/n,

Yes I’ve read all your letters. They’re really sweet and I’m now realizing how much you cared. It’s been about a year now and I’m rereading your letters. You’re my best friend still, and we’re still like two peas in a pod. I’m happy for you and Neville. Happy late one year to you two though. He seems to the perfect one for you, I can see the love in both of your eyes. Maybe I’m selfish for saying this but I wish I were Neville. I wasted my love on someone who wasn’t worth it when I had someone right in front of me who loved me better and more than Y/b/n ever would. You’re still the same prankster I grew up with. I’m really sorry I broke you badly last year. I really am sorry. I never did want to stop being your friend, I loved you (as a friend ofc) but she made me choose between her and you and my foolishness was too blinded by love to realize what I was throwing away. Also, I did eat the chocolate frog you got me, don’t be sad lol. I fallen in love with you through the year we’ve tried again. Maybe I was always in love with you, maybe I just didn’t know and went for your then best friend. When I found out you were in love with me, I felt these waves of emotions come over me. I was happy but sad but confused. I’m sorry I let y/b/n hands onto that letter, you didn’t deserve what those girls did to you. So to my best friend. I’m in love with you. It’s my turn for this one sided love but it’s unfair that your one sided story with me is worse than mine since I know you wouldn’t leave me for anything. I’m really happy for you and Neville. But I watch your eyes as he walks by, what a sight for sore eyes, brighter than a blue sky. he’s got you mesmerized while I die.

[cardansriddle]

Draco Malfoy x Granger!Reader- Forbidden Fruit

A/N: This was requested. I am trying to write all of your requests, thank you for sending them in! Some are taking longer to write because of the difficult context, so my apologies for those who are waiting.

Warnings: Torture, sad, semi-happy ending.

Summary: The reader is on a run with the Golden Trio when they stumble upon Snatchers who take them to the Malfoy Manor. Things get heated when Lucious recognizes the girl who has been on Draco’s mind while the Dark Lord was performing Lgeilimency on him. 

Being on a run with the Golden Trio was probably not the brightest idea. But being Hermione Granger's little sister put me in danger, so after an emotional debate, we came to the conclusion that I would join her and the boys in the quest of defeating Voldemort. I knew going back to Hogwarts was not an option, since I was a muggleborn, but the reality of accepting the truth terrified me. All of this brought me to the situation I am in right now, arguing with the trio.

"I'm telling you this is a stupid idea! We will get caught as soon as we step a foot in there!" I yell, waving my hands around angrily. Hermione sides with me on this one, understanding the risk and the disadvantages of Harry Potter's ridiculously stupid plan.

"Do you have any other ideas? I saw this in my dream, we need to go there!" He shouts back at me and I try to refrain myself from punching his face.

"Merlin, you're dafter than Crabbe and Goyle! You-know-who will expect you to be there." I chuckle bitterly. Hermione puts a hand on my shoulder to calm me down, but I brush it off.

"Harry, she has a point, it's extremely risky..." Hermione trails off and I sense a 'but' coming, "But I can't lie, I was also thinking about going to the Godric's hollow," She says and I feel my blood boil once again. Harry's eyes light up and he looks at me hopefully. I shake my head in disapproval and he groans, running his hand through his hair. He looks at Ron, but he avoids his eyes, making it obvious he agrees with me rather than with his best friend.

I grin triumphantly. For the first time in his life, Ron made a sensible decision.

"Then Hermione and I will go, you two can stay here." He huffs before climbing in his bed.

"Absolutely not!" Both Ron and I object. Harry grins and I roll my eyes once I realize he knew we would not stay here.

Fuck him and his stupid scar that got us in this mess in the first place.

"Ok, off to bed all of you. Tomorrow we'll discuss this." Hermione sighs tiredly before kissing my forehead affectionately. I pull back and glare at her disappointedly, before laying down on my bed and facing away from her. I try not to overthink about the possibilities of tomorrow's events and drift off into a deep slumber.

I leave the Slytherin common room in a hurry, checking my wristwatch only to groan at the time. I am late to the D.A. meeting. Again.

Lost in my thoughts, I bump into a hard chest causing me to lose my balance. Before I can hit the ground, a hand wraps around my waist and pulls me back up. Once I regain my balance I look up to thank my saviour, but the words die on my tongue once my eyes land on the familiar face of Draco Malfoy. He pulls his hands away immediately once he realizes he caught me, and sneers.

"Watch where you're going, Granger." He spits and I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"Just move before I lose my patience and hex you, git," I reply and try to push past him, but he blocks my way. I look up at him in expectance, hoping he would get it over with so I could go. "Yes, Malfoy? I already know what you're going to say. That I am a stupid mudblood who doesn't deserve to be in Slytherin, bla bla bla. Let's not waste our time here." I put my hand on his chest and push him back harshly. He doesn't budge.

"Are you going to Potty's secret meeting?" He asks suspiciously. I furrow my eyebrows in fake confusion.

"I think you had too many Butterbeers." I say with an overly sweet smile and move past him successfully. I turn around to make sure he is not following me and grin triumphantly once I realize he left me alone. I slip into the Room of Requirements and am immediately greeted by the friendly faces of my friends. I avoid their questions about my whereabouts and start training.

As I fire a spell at Hermione, who dodges it easily, the room starts shaking. I glance at her in confusion and her face mirrors my expression. We all gather around the whall which is where the sound is coming from. Harry steps closer to the wall in order to peek at the other side.

I realize what is happening and immediately slip out of the room and make sure no one sees me. Dumbledore's Army is getting caught. If Umbridge would see me, a Slytherin there, things would get ugly, so I start sprinting towards my common room.

Before I can round around a corner, a hand reaches out and grips my arm before pulling me into an abandoned classroom. I try to scream but the other hand covers my mouth so my scream would be muffled.

"Be quiet, Granger, or do you want Umbridge to find you?" A familiar voice whispers in my ear and I turn around to see Malfoy standing in front of me with his signature sneer. "If you would turn around that corner, Parkinson would happily greet you with a hex." He drawls.

"So what? Am I supposed to thank you? Why did you pull me in here?" I ask and his muscles tens visibly. He clears his throat and avoids my eyes.

"I did not want your stupidity making us lose house points." He says and I scoff. Of course. Why else would he save my arse from Parkinson? I cursed the hopeful part of my brain which thought he did it for me. How naive of me.

I wake up to the voice of Hermione trying to wake me up. I assure her I am now wide awake and sit up groggily. I try to push the dream (which was actually a memory) I just had back.

While changing I cannot help but let my mind drift away to Draco. I know that he is on the side of Death Eaters, fighting amongst them against us, but a part of me keeps telling that it is involuntarily. The state that he was in the sixth year made it obvious. I remember how he isolated himself from everyone and barely threw insults my way. His mind was always somewhere else and he would constantly skip meals and disappear for hours. Hell, he even missed classes, which was unusual, since he was one of the best students. I remember my urge to approach him, comfort him, offer a shoulder to lean upon, but the status of my blood and the surname I was born with would always come in the way. I knew he would never let me close to him. He was the forbidden fruit I could never have.

After we pack everything we leave the tent. However, we stop in our tracks once we notice a group of men dressed in filthy clothes moving past us. I silently hope that they wouldn't notice us, but the leader does and raises his hands so the others would halt, and glances at us curiously.

"Run," Hermione whispers loud enough for us to hear, and we do not hesitate before breaking into a sprint. I dodge branches and the spells the men are casting my way while running, glancing back once in a while to check if any of them were close enough to catch me. I run like my life depends on it because it actually does. I realise I cannot see the trio and I start panicking slightly. I look around frantically trying to locate one of my friends, but my distraction causes me to stumble upon a fallen tree and I crash face-first into the ground. Before I can get up, the man behind me fires a spell and I feel ropes tightening around my ankles causing me to scream in frustration.

Two of the men pull me into a standing position as the leader approaches me, and only then I notice my friends being dragged behind him. I try to squirm out of their hold but they only tighten their grip. I kick one of the man's knee as hard as I can, and a small smile makes its way onto my lips when I hear his yelp as he falls on one knee.

"Fiesty." The leader who is now too close for my liking chuckles as his eyes dance over my features. His fingers trace over my cheekbones and I turn my face away from him.

"Go to hell." I hiss, but he only smiles in return.

"We're taking them back to Malfoy Manor. Who knows, maybe they'll be worth some galleons." He says and the others nod in agreement. I try not to let panic show on my face as my eyes connect with Hermione's and she seems to be thinking the same thing as I am.

Without a warning, they apparate us, and we are in front of the dark Manor which is enormous. A crazed looking woman with dishevelled hair opens the gate and I recognize her from the posters all around the place. Bellatrix Lestrange. Goosebumps rise on my skin as I recall the story of Neville's parents and try to shove the fear down. The man whispers something to her and her eyes fall upon us, observing each individual. Her eyes seem to linger on me for a moment too long before she smirks and lets us inside.

We are brought to the living room, where I see Lucius Malfoy and her wife standing in the corner, observing the situation. Then my eyes fall upon the familiar figure and my breath catches in my throat.

Draco.

His eyes find mine and I see an emotion flicker behind his cold eyes before he masks it and it's back to looking indifferent. I block the argument between the adults out as I stare at him. His eyes never leave mine as he grips his wand tighter, causing his knuckles to whiten.

"Isn't this the girl...the Dark Lord was talking about? The girl that was distracting Draco's thoughts?" Lucious asks, causing my head to snap in his direction. His eyes stay on me as he observes me with a sneer.

"The mudblood?" Bellatrix chuckles. "Is it true Draco? Did the Dark Lord see her in your thoughts?" His aunt asks him while her gaze stays glued to me. He gulps nervously before responding.

"Why would I care about a filthy mudblood?" He replies, venom dripping from his every word and I try not to flinch at his words.

"Are you quite sure, Draco?" His aunt taunts, "Let's put that to the test, shall we?" She smiles evilly before raising her wand. "Crucio!"

I drop to the ground in a second, excruciating pain spreading over my body like wildfire. I do not register the screams of my friends as I myself scream in agony. I shut my eyes close and pray to whatever higher power there is to end this nightmare. I feel like my bones are cracking everywhere, and at that moment, I wish for death to come and envelope me, for it would be better to die rather than go through this torture for another second.

"Enough." I hear a female voice say who I assume it's Narcissa. Bellatrix looks back in surprise at whoever dared to interrupt her and I physically do not have the strength to open my eyes or listen to the commotion around me. Before I know it, someone scoops into their arms and I'm being carried away. I cannot control the tears staining my cheeks, and try to muffle a sob.

"It's okay, I've got you." A familiar voice whispers and I lean my head on his chest, clutching my hand around his black suit. He gently places me on the hard ground, and I open my eyes to make sure I am not imagining it. "I'm sorry." He whispers as he starts muttering healing charms under his breath.

Suddenly an ear-deafening scream echoes through the Manor, and it takes me a second to realize it's my sister. I sit up quickly, immediately regretting doing so as I feel my ribs hurt from the sudden movement. My sister is being tortured...and I have no power to stop it. The thought burdens my mind and I force back the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

I hear the metal bars opening before they close shut, and I look to see Harry and Ron laying on the ground. They both look very angry and upset as they look around helplessly before their eyes settle on me and the hunched figure next to me. Draco looks back at them and points his wand towards my friends.

"Move and I'll hex you." He threatens. Harry looks at me worriedly but I shake my head, silently begging him to not intervene. After all, Draco was healing me. They do not step towards me but stay put and continue watching as Draco turns back and focuses on me.

"Thank you," I whisper but he shakes his head.

"Don't thank me. This happened to you because of me." He snaps back and I can tell he is frustrated with himself.

"What did they mean when they said I was in your thoughts when Voldemort was invading your head?" I ask after a moment of silence. He sighs and runs his hand through his platinum blonde hair.

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to, Granger," Draco says and I scoff. He smiles at the action before running his fingers through my hair and my eyes closed involuntarily at the gentle and soothing action.

"Will she be ok?" Harry's soft voice echoes in the large basement and Draco looks up in surprise. He nods before resting his gaze on me and smiles. It feels like Harry and Draco form an unspoken truce after this brief interaction and Harry pulls a hesitant Ron away from us and they sit down and start whispering amongst themselves, undoubtedly planning an escape.

I raise my hand hesitantly and trace Draco's defined jawline and sculptured cheekbones as he leans into my touch. My palm cups his cheek and he hesitates before leaning in and capturing my lips in a gentle kiss. I kiss back immediately and despite being tortured moments ago, I feel like I'm on cloud nine as he embraces me.

"Draco!" Someone calls and he pulls back. He sighs tiredly and releases his hold on me.

"I'll see you soon, I promise. Try to stay alive, yeah?" He smiles sadly and pecks my lips one more time before standing up. He casts a lingering look my way before disappearing from my sight. I sigh at the emptiness I feel after he leaves and pray to Merlin that this would not be the last time I see him.

I just got my hands on the forbidden fruit, I could not bear losing him after years of hiding my love for the boy who had no choice.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Rabbit ii

More of my purely indulgent fic of Draco Malfoy 💚

W! Mean! Draco(kinda) possessiveness

Tags @khemz1312 @squeaky-ducky

Draco pulled himself away from you to fix his robes and roll his shoulders straightening himself out. The stare he gave you made you shake in your knees, what did you do? It was his lackeys not you..

“The next time.. this happens..”

“It was them not me!”

Draco raised a brow at you, at that raised voice. He stepped over grabbing your face with a smile that seemed to go all the way up his face.”who are you yelling at?”

“Im not.. i.. i mean..i didn't mean too..”

“Should i tell Hufflepuff they have a cheater in the house?”

“No!!” You grabbed his robe pleading with him.

Draco let go of your face to rub your cheek with his thumb. “Say your a good badger who would never yell at her superior” he told her with a smirk.

You did not want to cry in front of him, everytime you did he would lick your cheek and tell you how sweet you taste.. instead you hid your face in his chest to hide your tears while you spoke. “Im a good ba-badger who would never yell at her superior”

You could feel Draco stroking your back in slow movements. “Such a well behaved badger, a good rabbit.” Slowly he took his wand out. “But i think.. i should still punish you.”

The same second you looked up at him he waved his wand around at you .

Everything got much.. much bigger around you. Everything seemed closer and your sense of smell was heightened.. and all you could think about was carrots….

Draco kneeled down, tipping his head looking satisfied with himself . “Perfect. Lets hope i can figure out how to change you back. But never mind that, lets go to class” he scooped you up in his hands and held you up by a nearby mirror looking very happy. “Look at you, so fluffy now” . Your long ears shot up and you began to panic. You were a white rabbit.

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You were panicking in his grip. No no no. not this. You cant talk, nothing! You had to completely rely on Draco till he changed you back… you looked up at the happy man who was making kiss faces at you telling you how cute you looked like this. He opened his cloak to place you inside a pocket and scratched your head with a finger. “Off we go yeah?” he teased as he started to walk. Draco was so focused on you he did not realize his father had passed him in the hall seeing him talk to a snowy white rabbit. All you could think about was changing back and running away, somewhere safe. Maybe Hagids Hut...but all you could do for right now was wait it out.

The class was spells with Professor Snape. Your ears fell behind you when you heard his voice. He would not help you change back. Draco sat down in the back taking you out of his pocket to place you on his lap and scratch your chin. The look he gave you was demeaning…. So happy with himself, satisfied with his work. Treating you like a legit animal and turning you into one. What if he never figured out how to change you back!? You hopped in a circle on his lap panicking all over again. Snape isint gonna help me, what am i gonna do ?! what if i hop away and find help, but i cant talk!! And Draco would probably turn me into a frog ! what about.. McGonagall, she can turn into a cat maybe she could help me...

“Shh shh… pretty rabbit” he spread his legs slouching in his chair.” Be good and i might change you back.” his tone was condescending and hurtful, he had all the power right now. Your ears fell behind you again and you hopped to his stomach nuzzling his shirt up and over your eyes trying to pretend you were anywhere else. He cooed down at you scratching your rear and tugging your ear lightly. “Arent you cute when you wanna be ey? You didint want to snuggle the other night but look at you now.” you felt his hand scratch at your rear again. Why would i want to snuggle after what you did… “I like having you there Rabbit. Gets you used to my scent and i can feel your little wet nose wiggling against my chest, your cold padded front feet kneading my lap.” shut up.. I hate this, i hate it.. his long fingers stroked along your back, back and forth. “Your so fragile like this, a defenseless little Rabbit, if i change you back will you do this for me when your human?” he asked you, expecting an answer. What? Does he mean cuddle? You shook your head and budged your face into his chest feeling really sad. Why me, he could have picked on anyone else. If he changes me back im going to ask… You stretched a leg out getting sleepy. Why does that feel .. so nice.. Why is he being like this.. “aww, “ he tickled your little foot, smirking big. “Comfy on me? How adorable. Lets hope Snape doesn't call on me for some bloody demonstration” Draco turned his attention to the man, a hand still on your back rubbing ever so slowly, lulling you right to sleep.

Later on you woke up from the sound of students and the smell of food. It was dark and you could only see Draco a little bit . you must be in his pocket again. I slept the whole class? Is it lunchtime? The day is almost over then. Im hungry.. Dracos robe pockets were deep, deep enough for you to sit comfortably in his robe with two front feet sticking out in front of you. It was cozy… you wished it wasn't. All you could smell was him, all you could really hear was him, him him him… You yawned kicking your back feet around alerting Draco that you were awake. He moved his arm a bit so his robe opened making it easy for him to see you. He smiled down at you and held out some of a carrot for you. “Have a nice nap Pet? You slept the whole class” he held his robe open with his free hand .

You sniffed the carrot hearing your tummy growl. Dammit why is he like this… i am hungry..

It was mentally painful for you to do but you held your mouth open and Draco placed the carrot on your bottom teeth chuckling to himself.

“Malfoy? Where'd you get the rabbit?” Crabb asked him, from the opposite side of the table.

“Never took you for an animal lover mate.” Goyle added.

“None of your business, its for class” he snapped at them before feeding you again.

Ugn,,, just give me the whole thing… you kicked your feet and Draco glanced down at you again. “Hungry still? Can you give me the big sad eyes?”

You want me to beg you.. While im a rabbit.. For food!? When is this going to end…

You sighed low, moved your front paws together so they overlapped, lowered your ears till they touched your back and gave Draco the biggest, saddest eyes you could do, you even added in a lip quiver.

“Thaaaats my good Rabbit, my good girl.” he held out the whole carrot and you took it into the pocket nibbling like crazy.

“Hes talking to his rabbit”

“Just.. just dont say anything…”

After lunch Draco decided to just stroll around the castle. He talked about himself mostly or his father. He had you up on his shoulder and was outside the castle just walking around. Everyone he passed either gave him a look or asked about his companion. If they were not Slytherin he did not even look at them. But if they were of his House he would tell them he had a special class assignment and had to drag a rat around all day. Every now and then he would nuzzle his cheek on you while he walked, hands in his pockets, smile on his face, head in the clouds.

“Ya know Rabbit, this is the best day i've had in a long time i think. Its a lot less tiring than making hell for that Gryffindor kid. How bout you Pet? Good day?” he looked at you nuzzling you again.

I cannot…. Begin to explain how awful this is… i'm not your little accessory. Its your lackey's fault i'm stuck like this. I think you are a - wah!

Draco brought you to his chest to hold you as he sat down near a small river with flowers next to it. He had one leg up and placed you between them to scratch your chin. “Want a little treat for being so good?” he leaned over picking a flower, holding it down to you.

Are you kidding me…

“No? Cmon love, cheers”

You thumped a foot opening your mouth for him to place the little dandelion in. “good little Rabbit, tasty?”

You swallowed the flower whole with wide eyes. It is good.. You got out of his lap to hop to the flowers munching another and another making Draco laugh to himself. “Well i guess so Pet.” he watched you munch on a few flowers for awhile, leaning back on his hands. “Rabbit” he said.

What now… You turned to him with your ears back.

“Come to me,” he pat his lap. “Cmon, right here”

Im not a damn dog.. You hopped over between his legs again and he scratched your back in long strokes.Ugn dooonttt.. Il fall asleep again … Your little body slouched over his thigh and you nuzzled your face into his crotch closing your eyes.

“Must be the sweet spot yeah?” he glided his fingers down then up your fuzzy back watching your back legs kick out from under you. You were getting sleepy all over again. Dammit why.. Just stay… aw..aw...awak...e…

“If only you would let me do this when your human.” you heard him say.

Wait what? What did he say just now? Your nose wiggled and you laid your chin on his crotch staring up at him.

“What? I told you i dont know how to change you back” he spat out looking away.

Maybe,, pretend to sleep…

You nuzzled your face back into his crotch closing your eyes and Draco laid his head on his knee watching you.

“Those fucking two trying to touch you, i dont know what came over me. Your mine, Little Rabbit. No one can touch you, no one can have you, no one can take you away from me. Not your stupid House, not the teachers, no one. Youll stay loyal to me wont you? Thats what Hufflepuff is. My loyal little Rabbit.”

What.. what does this mean?does he plan to keep me with him after graduation?! You wiggled around and Draco scooped you up laying down with you on his chest. You looked scared to him. Draco scratched your head and you scooted closer to his face putting a foot on his chin.

“Yes little Rabbit?”

I dont understand you.. Why are you being so soft right now.. All the time your mean and cruel to me but today… i dont understand. Is this all a trick to get me to fall for you? Mess with my head?

Draco pouted his lips at you. “Hmm? Give us a kiss, Pet” he fake whimpered.

I swear when im changed….

You moved your foot getting closer to nuzzle his face. Draco smiled pulling you closer and closing his eyes. “Good little Rabbit.” he dozed off holding you.

I could leave… find help.. Your body felt weird all of a sudden. Whats going on ? im floating?! Draco!! Draco!!! You struggled in the air watching Draco get farther and farther away. You floated back inside the castle and up some stairs to a open door where a man was waving his wand around directing you. He had long blond hair and looked very curious. You knew who he was the instant he put you on his desk.

His hand cupped your chin giving him a good look at you. Your squeezing too tight.. Please.. It hurts..

“Black and yellow eyes,. A Hufflepuff student.” he stroked your back in long hard strokes while he talked. “How did my son come across you? I wonder? I think ill hold onto you, he should realize soon enough..”

Lucious Malfoy… anyone but him… Malfoy was tolerable.. But his father… please come find me Draco…….and soon.

[dracos-eternity]

Beautiful Hurt-Draco Malfoy x Reader

Anon Request-Draco angst, with fluffy ending(my house is Slytherin, maybe you can put that in please)?

Summary-^^^^

Warning-Cursing, angsty, fluffy, minor snogging nothing serious, implied smut at the end, i think thats it?

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Y/N P.O.V.

The paper falls onto my desk, making my attention snatch from the rain against the window to the crumpled parchment paper in front of me.

 Are you thinking about him again?

I look over at Fred, my best friend since forever, giving him a tight lipped smile and nodding. He makes a motion with his hand for me to come over to him and I do, picking my bag up off the floor and my books off the table, making my way through the library. A familiar chuckle and a high-pitched giggle stop me in my tracks, my brain tells me to go to Fred, don't look over there, don't do it. My head spins towards the noise anyways, books falling to the ground as I lock eyes with the blonde. He looks up at me as the small girl in his arms whispers in his ear, lips tugging at every piece of hidden skin she can find. Tears brim my eyes as I drop my bag, darting off towards the corridors, not stopping until I'm on top of the astronomy tower. My breath shakes as I lean my back against the brick, tears falling from my face, head spinning with every memory of Draco and me. My breath falls in short pants, my mouth going dry, broken sobs leaving my lips. I feel myself being tugged into a warm body, the smell of butterbeer and wood overwhelming me, Fred whispering small words in my ear.

"S'okay, I'm here." He says, rubbing his hand down my back. I look up at him, his hands moving to my face to wipe my tears.

"He's with someone else, again, Freddie." I say, my voice cracking with every syllable. 

"I know, Y/N, but it'll be okay." He says, pulling me into his chest again. I wrap my arms around him, sniffling as I giggle out a sorry excuse for laughter.

"I'm a fool." 

"A fool in love." He chuckles, looking down at me.

"That I am." I smile, Fred returning it. He stares down at me as I give him a small smile. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, tightening my arms around his torso. 

"You need to dance." He declares, standing up, grabbing my waist and pulling me with him. 

"Dance? We have no music." I laugh at the boy.

"Sure we do." He grabs my hips, my arms moving up to his shoulders as he spins me around. "Da da dee, da da dum." He hums out, giggles leaving my lips in continuous spurts. We stop dancing as someone clears their throat, my eyes locking with Draco's as he stares at the sight in front of him.

"You left your bag in the library, I brought it to you because I needed to talk to you, sorry if I'm interrupting something." He mumbles, dropping my bag beside the wall. Retreating towards the stairs.

"No, wait!" He turns at my words, Fred looking down at me with a disapproving look. 

"Yes?" He smiles at me, his facial features softening and making me fall for him harder.

"I'm going to go, I have to meet George, but you know how to find me." Fred gives me a smile, his features hardening as he turns towards Draco, bumping his shoulder as he pushes past him.  

"Hi." He says softly, his eyes meeting mine as he walks up to me. 

"Hey." I smile at the boy, sniffling as I try to hold back tears.

"I miss you." He whispers, causing my tears to fall as I fall into his chest, taking in the sweet minty smell and green apples, his cologne pushing away my fears. 

"I missed you two, Malfoy." I smile at the boy, my face quickly falling into a disappointed look as I back away. 

"Wait, what about the girl in the library?" 

"Gone, out the picture." I smile at his words, jumping into his arms again, his hands holding my thighs up. I plant a giant kiss to his lips, my lips soon attacking the rest of his face as he chuckles at me, setting me down. 

"So, we're back together?" I smile hopefully.

"Yes." He smiles down at me, pulling me in for another kiss by my waist.

"I need my books from the floor in the library." I giggle.

"To the library for your books then the great hall for dinner and a chance to show you off again, Princess?" He holds out his hand, grabbing my bag for me with the other.

"Yes, my handsome Prince." I smile at him. I grab his hand, our fingers intertwining.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the royal couple of Slytherin." Blaise smirks as we walk down the stairs of the tower. I smile at his words, Draco pulling me closer and grabbing my waist. 

"Hi, Zabini." Draco greets the boy. 

"Your goons are looking for you." He responds, making me roll my eyes. 

"Draco, I thought we agreed they weren't your goons?" I question.

"We split up, m'sorry, Love, forgive me?" He questions, placing a sweet kiss to my lips. I nod and we continue on to the library, Draco grabbing my books and carrying them along with my bag to the Great Hall. We walk in, all eyes on us, whispers spreading across the tables. I smile as Draco gives my hand a small squeeze, trying to calm me. We sit on the opposite of Crabbe and Goyle, Pansy sitting beside Dean Thomas, eyebrows furrowed and a glare pointed at me. 

"Pansy, always a pleasure seeing you." I smile sarcastically. 

"What do you mean, we don't even like each-" She cuts her own sentence off as the realization hits, huffing and standing up, grabbing her bag and storming off. 

"Now, Y/N, we must be nice." Draco says sternly.

"She started it." I giggle as he gives me a stern look, soon erupting into laughter as well. We sit like this, talking for what seemed like hours before we stood up, Draco grabbing my stuff again and leading me out the Great Hall. 

"Y/N!" Fred grabs my hand, George and the troublesome trio in tow. I sigh, rolling my eyes as I realize what they want.

"Want me to stay?" Draco looks at me.

"No, go on to the dorms, I'll meet you in the common room." He nods, giving the group a strong glare before walking off with the crowd of students, leaving the six of us in the hall alone.

"Y/N, what are you doing, he's only going to hurt you again!" Fred all but yells at me.

"You think I don't know that!" I rebuttal.

"Then why, Y/N, why do it?" George argues, stepping in front of Fred.

"Because, George," I stop, tears falling, Hermione quickly standing beside me to wipe them. 

"Breathe, s'okay." She comforts me.

"I know that I'll get hurt, I know, but I don't care!" I let out a shaky breath, my legs giving from under me.

"Then why, Y/N, why let yourself sit in this position?" Harry questions, sitting beside me on the floor.

"She loves him." Fred speaks, sitting in front of me and holding me tight.

"I love him more than anything, I can't stop dreaming of him and crying when I hear his bloody name. I would rather lay with him for however long he lets me, wake up to his beautiful smile, the way his lips curl when he picks me up and twirls me around, the way he holds my hand, I-" I pause, more tears falling down my face.

"She'd rather let him hurt her a million times and still have him in between then hurt all the time." Ron whispers, realization finally sits in on him as he watches the entire scene unfold before him, food finally becoming a distant thought for him and his only thought now consoling Y/N.

"I just want a few moments of happiness in this never ending hour of sadness." I whimper, Fred pulling us up and wiping my face, planting a soft kiss to the top of my head.

"Then we will be happy for you as long as your happy then if anything happens again we will give ferret boy some of our newest creations." Fred smiles at me.

"Thank you, guys, honestly." I smile, wiping my face one more time, hugging them all before walking off towards the dungeon. I'm bombarded my a very worried Draco once I pass the painting.

"Y/N, darling, are you hurt? Are you okay? Why've you been crying? Who did this, I'll end them I swear." He frantically searches my body for any minor bump, bruise, or scratch.

"Draco, baby, calm down." I giggle, grabbing his face in my hands.

"Oh,it was them, wasn't it?" He frowns, looking down with glossed over eyes. "Y/N, I know they warned that I was going to hurt you again but this time, it's different." He pulls out a small box, dropping down on one knee.

"Draco! What are you doing? Get up, get up,  get up, we're far to young for this." My eyes widen at his actions.

"Just hear me out, Darling." He takes my hand in his. "Y/F/N Y/M/N/ Y/L/N/, this is no engagement band, but it is a promise that one day, you will have one." Tears brim my eyes as a giant smile paints my lips. He slides the ring onto my finger. "I've left in the past, but not now, I'm here this time and I'm not leaving. I promise to be your protector, to hold you when you cry, to bathe you when your sick, to do everything I can to be the best boyfriend I can, from now, until the day I die. I love you." He finishes, standing up.

"Oh, Draco, it's beautiful." I admire the ring, a sliver band with green stones clusters on the sides of it, Draco and mine's initials tied together in the center of all of it. 

"Wonderful, I'm glad you like it." He smiles as he stands up. 

"Like it, I love it!" I jump into his arms, kissing his lips. 

"Merlin, woman, if this is how your going to thank me I think I'll buy you a thousand of these." He chuckles, sitting on the couch with me in his lap.

"You deserve a better reward." I smirk, placing kisses along his jaw.

"Oh, yeah, like what?" He raises an eyebrow at me, planting a slow, wet kiss to my lips

."I think you know, Draco."

"Really? I mean, are you sure, you've never, y'know." He finishes, playing with my hands. 

"Draco, love," I grab his face in my hands, looking into his eyes. "I'm one hundred percent positive." I squeal as he lifts me up, standing up and walking over to his dorm. 

"Get ready." He chuckles walking in and kicking the door shut behind him.

[harrysweasleys]

Legacy

Summary: Slytherin Reader is married to Fred and the two have a daughter. When she goes off to Hogwarts and gets sorted into Slytherin, it’s a tough pill for Fred to swallow. 

Warnings: angst, language

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: So I really enjoyed writing this one. It starts off a little slow but it picks up, I promise!! I’m just soft for dad Fred. he deserved better. 

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The pairing of Fred Weasley and Y/N Y/L/N was unlikely to say the least. The two, who had been in the same year, didn’t find themselves in each others’ company during their time at Hogwarts. But, Y/N, who was loyal to the school, had saved him from a terrible fate during the Battle of Hogwarts, and the two found their way together after that. 

She had known of the Gryffindor prankster, he was not exactly subtle in their years together at Hogwarts. On multiple occasions, the tall ginger twin had set of Dungbombs and Fireworks in their classrooms. Y/N never admitted it, but she always found the twins’ pranks quite amusing. She would silently laugh behind her hand as McGonagall or Flitwick, or sometimes even Snape would glare at them and remove points from Gryffindor. But, that never dampened the spirits of the brothers, who always found a way to keep people on their toes. 

Y/N, on the other hand, tried not to bring too much attention to herself in her time at the school. She was placed in Slytherin, much to her parents’ utter thrill, and kept her circle of friends small. She only really had two friends — a dark-haired boy named Stellan and a blonde girl named Alice. The two had been her go-to companions practically the whole time she was there. They had been some of the only non-pureblood-fanatics she had met. Sure, she prided herself in being a pureblood with well-respected parents, but found no understanding in why some people in her house — particularly Draco Malfoy — found pleasure in bringing down those who weren’t. 

After graduating, Y/N took time off and debated coming back to Hogwarts as a professor — the late Professor Snape always told her she had a talent for Potions — but with the looming threat of the Dark Lord’s return, she decided to stay on the down-low and get a job in Diagon Alley at Quality Quidditch Supplies. 

She spent five years being a Chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team, she really did love the sport. She also found herself wandering into Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes during her breaks, admiring the new products on the shelf and having a laugh at those who tried some of their infamous sweets. How the twins managed to keep people smiling in such a dark time, she had no idea. 

When the Battle of Hogwarts came to be, Y/N found herself on the frontline, ready to defend the school that her heart belonged to. Which is how she found Fred, cornered in by a Death Eater, who looked ready to kill. She had sent him a curse — ‘levicorpus!’ — and Fred knew right there in that moment that she was the one. 

The two found each other one day in Diagon Alley, and they were both done for. Falling in love didn’t come hard for these two. Five years later, they were married, and two years after that, their first child — a daughter — was born. 

Ariella Weasley took after her father. She had long, curly ginger hair and freckles scattered across her pale cheeks. The older she got, the more she resembled him. She also did take after her mother, though, because she had Fred wrapped around her little finger. She also had her mother’s pale Y/E/C eyes and her honest smile.

“I’d die for the two of you, y’know?” Fred mumbled to Y/N one night as the two put their baby girl to sleep. Y/N knew, she’d die for the both of them too. They were her entire world.

As Ariella grew older, she started to have fun pranking her cousins with her dad. The two were like partners in crime, and Y/N felt like the luckiest woman alive to be surrounded by two of the liveliest people in the universe.

When Ariella was 11, her Hogwarts letter came in the mail. 

“Now, Ari, you’ve got a reputation to live up to. A legacy if you will,” Fred told her, sitting her on the couch, “Uncle Georgie and I really left our mark on Hogwarts, yeah? So keep in mind that you’ve got to live up to it.”

Arielle looked to her mum, eyes wide.

“He’s kidding, love,” Y/N rubbed her back soothingly, “Your dad had a reputation of getting into trouble. If you chose not to go down that same path, you won’t hear me complaining.”

Fred rolled his eyes at his wife, “You know that I made sure things were never boring. Life is supposed to be fun!”

“Fun, yes,” Y/N chuckled, “But education is also important, especially for a young witch. Your dad caused many distractions.” Ariella looked between her two parents and shot them both a toothy grin.

“Trouble and learning go well together!”

Y/N shook her head, a smile on her face as well. 

Fred grinned at the two of them, “That’s my girl! When you get sorted into Gryffindor, tell McGonagall I say hi.”

“If she gets sorted into Gryffindor,” Y/N reminded him, “Any house is fine, darling. They’ve all got their strengths.”

Fred was proud of his time in the scarlet and gold house, and he made sure people knew. Everyone in the Weasley family had been placed there and they had each been treated with respect every time they stepped foot back in the school. Ginny, Ron, Fred and George had been on the Quidditch team, Bill and Percy had been Head Boy — there was no shortage of love for the Gryffindor house in the Weasley family. 

“But what if she gets placed in Slytherin?” Fred grimaced, “Goodness.”

Y/N thought he was joking, so she shrugged him off and faced her daughter, “I was a Slytherin, and I think I turned out fine.”

“You did, not everyone did. I mean, most Death Eaters came out of there,” Fred pressed on, arms crossed. Ariella looked between her parents, trying to figure out what she’d do if she wasn’t in Gryffindor. 

“There are no more Death Eaters, Freddie,” Y/N was a little more stern, “Besides, I knew loads of people in Slytherin who didn’t end up working for the Dark Lord. You just gotta pick your battles.”

Fred dropped the subject and continued telling his daughter about all the things she has to look forward to in her upcoming years. 

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The day Y/N and Fred dropped her off at Platform Nine and Three Quarters was sad day indeed. Y/N shed a few tears, and Fred felt his heart crack slightly as he watched the red steam engine barrel out of sight. 

The two made their way back, stopping by to have tea in London before taking their sweet time coming home, and when they got through the front doors a little after sunset, Fred threw his body down on the couch and dragged Y/N down with him. He wrapped her up in his arms and nuzzled his head into her neck. 

“What are we gonna do with all this alone time, huh?” he smirked against her neck, placing a light kiss before abruptly pulling away, “Pillow fight!” 

He caught her completely off guard and smacked a couch pillow across her face. She held back a gasp, grabbing the one behind her and smacking him right back. 

The two battled it out until they were red in the face and panting, both slightly sore from toppling over furniture to avoid getting hit in the face. 

“What should we do for dinner, love?” Fred wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing the side of her cheek, “First dinner without Ariella in a long time.”

“I know,” Y/N replied, the hollow feeling in her chest growing as she missed her daughter, “It’s weird. But I know she’s off to go have the best seven years of her life.”

“Yeah,” Fred responded, “Maybe she can even bring home the House Cup!”

“Maybe she can,” Y/N twirled around, placing a light kiss to her husband’s lips and trailing off into the kitchen.

---

The next morning, Y/N and Fred Weasley were awoken by a large owl knocking at their window, a letter attached to its scrawny leg. 

“Oh, it’s from Hogwarts,” Y/N grinned as she opened the window, plucking the letter off of the owl, tipping it with a quick snack, and letting it fly back to where it came from. 

She opened the letter and read it aloud;

‘Dear Mr. and Mrs. Weasley,

We are thrilled to inform you that as of last night at 7:03pm, your daughter Ariella Weasley has been sorted into Slytherin House. Headmistress McGonagall would like to send her well-wishes and hopes this letter finds you well. 

Forms will be going out next month to students who wish to come home for the Christmas and New Year holidays.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry’

Y/N placed the letter down with a smile, her heart thumping loudly, “Hey, she takes after her mother after all! She’s in Slytherin!”

“What?” Fred muttered, his face paler than usual. His hands gripped the bedsheets, “She’s in Slytherin?”

Y/N clutched the letter in her hand and made her way over to the bed, sitting next to him with a smile on her face, oblivious to his lack of enthusiasm.

“That’s great, I’m happy for her. I wonder if I should tell her about the secret passageway next to the fireplace—”

“She’s in Slytherin? Why?” Fred placed his head in his hands as if searching his brain for the answer. Y/N dropped the letter and held onto his wrists, forcing him to look up at her.

“What’s the issue? Why are you so upset she’s in Slytherin?” she tried to hide the hurt in her voice at how lowly he thought of her house. Yes, Slytherin had a reputation, but that was in the past. Y/N had a lot of emerald pride. 

“Because — Slytherin, Y/N,” he shook his head, “I mean, come on. Voldemort was Slytherin, Malfoy, Snape, Crabbe and Goyle—”

“So was I,” she crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow, “First off, Voldemort was fifty years before us. Snape’s dead, may he rest in peace, so are Crabbe and Goyle. They made mistakes and paid for them. Not everyone in the house ended up being awful. Every house in Hogwarts has had their share of... troubled wizards. Slytherin happens to have had more, sure, but that’s not the house’s fault. It’s the wizard’s fault.”

Fred didn’t seem calmed by her words, not bothering to hide his distaste for Salazar Slytherin’s house. 

“But they’re wicked. They’d cheat at Quidditch, they’d taunt first years, they’d always think they were better than everyone else.”

Y/N didn’t stop glaring at him, “Fred, you can’t be serious. I was a Slytherin and I saved your ass. Alice was Slytherin and she’s now an Auror, Stellan owns a store in Diagon Alley — which may I remind you, you do too.”

“That’s different,” he muttered, turning to face away from her and getting out of bed, “You were good. You’ve always been good. You should have been in Ravenclaw or something.”

“What?” she got up as well, forgetting about the letter on the bed, “What is your problem? Just suck it up and accept the fact that two of the women in your life are Slytherins.”

Without another word, she stormed out of the room and down the stairs, anger fuming from her ears. She knew Fred still held distaste for her house, but she thought that after all these years, he’d be way over it. 

She stormed into the kitchen, making herself a cup of tea and grabbing the copy of the Daily Prophet that had been delivered at their doorstep that morning, sitting down at the table and sipping her tea. She looked over the announcements from the Ministry, seeing a few familiar names, and didn’t bother looking up from the newspaper when she noticed Fred begrudgingly walking down the stairs, his feet dragging across the floor as he sat across from her at the dining table. 

“Love, I’m sorry,” he mumbled, trying to look at her over the newspaper, “I shouldn’t have said what I did, I was just shocked, I guess.”

“Shocked? Is that what you call shock? Sounds like a grudge, if you ask me,” she replied cooly, still not looking at him. 

He sighed, “I overreacted, I know. I don’t know why, I just can’t help but think of them the same way that I did when I was in school.”

“Freddie, you can’t do that,” she finally lowered the paper and placed it aside, “Firstly, it hurts me. Secondly, it’ll hurt Ari as well if you start dissing Slytherin. She was really nervous, she doesn’t want to disappoint you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he reached across the table and held her hands gently, “And I don’t want Ari to think I’m disappointed in her. I just — I’ll get over it, I promise.”

---

Over the next few months, Ariella wrote to the two of them, expressing how excited she was to be making friends. She also ranted on for two pages about her love for Transfigurations and Herbology. Her Professor, Neville Longbottom, had been a friend of Fred’s when he was at school. 

Fred had grown more used to the fact that his daughter was a Slytherin, and the conversations involving her house were usually pretty short between him and Y/N. 

As the Christmas holidays rolled around, Fred and Y/N had decorated the house in preparation to finally have their daughter home. Although they never really lost contact, it had been a long few months for her parents.

“The train’s arriving at two o’clock, Fred! You need to get going!” Y/N whisked him out the door, placing a quick kiss on his lips before returning to the kitchen and continuing the cookies she had been making. It was rare she did them the muggle way, but she had time to spare and thought baking would be fun. 

Within the hour, Fred and Ariella arrived through the door, both grinning and red-nosed. Y/N rushed over to her daughter, scooping her up in her arms and squeezing her. 

“Mum, ouch,” Ariella giggled, “At least let me take my shoes off.”

Y/N placed her daughter down and started removing her apron, rushing into the kitchen to place the fresh batch of cookies in front of them both. Fred grinned, shoving three of them in his mouth and smiling at Y/N, crumbs falling all over the table.

Ariella grabbed her trunk that Fred brought in and excused herself, rushing upstairs to her room to put it away.

“These are good, they taste like Christmas,” Fred spoke through another mouthful of cookie.

“Fred, don’t eat them all,” Y/N chuckled, moving the plate out of his reach with a smirk, “I haven’t got all holiday to keep making more.”

He sagged his shoulders and sighed dramatically, “Fiiiine.” He walked around the table, pressed a kiss to Y/N’s forehead, and nearly jumped out of his skin when Ariella came tumbling down the stairs in a mess of green.

“You good?” Y/N asked her daughter, holding back a laugh as Ariella stood up, brushing herself off as if no one noticed her fall.

“Yep, totally,” she walked it off, placing a mess of fabric down on the table, “Anyways, I wanted to show you guys my stuff! Here’s my Slytherin scarf, I usually only wear it to Quidditch games — oh, we beat Hufflepuff real good — and here’s my tie. Getting used to it was weird but I quite like it now. And here’s my sweater that a girl in my house gave to me as a Christmas gift.”

She lifted up the bulky green sweater, showing off the giant Slytherin house crest on the front, “It’ll be my new go-to during matches in the springtime. Slughorn — he’s head of my house — says I’ve got unmatched Slytherin pride! He also says hi, mum.”

Y/N smiled, placing her hand on her daughter’s shoulder, “This is all lovely, darling. I’m glad you’re so proud of your house. And tell Professor Slughorn I say hi back.”

Ariella grinned, picking up the scarf and wrapping it around her neck, tossing her ginger hair over her shoulder and posing, “Doesn’t green just suit me?”

“Of course —”

“We get it, you like Slytherin,” Fred snapped from next to the fridge. He was leaning against it, arms crossed as he watched his daughter flaunt her Slytherin clothing items, a proud grin on her face. 

“Fred...” Y/N dropped her head, taking her hand off of her daughter’s shoulder, “Come on, we’ve been over this.”

“Over what?” Ariella piped up, slowly removing her scarf as if she was offending him, “Dad... were you... ashamed that I was placed in Slytherin?”

Fred sighed, avoiding eye contact with her and looking out the window at the slow snowfall. Ariella seemed to take this as a yes, and she dropped the scarf on the table with a defeated sigh. 

“Ari, honey, it’s not —”

“It’s fine, I get it,” she scoffed, taking off upstairs with loud footsteps. Y/N flinched as the door slammed shut loudly, rattling the walls of the house. She picked up the scarf on the table, remembering how proud she was when she brought all of her stuff home to show her parents for the first time as well.

“Fred, you need to let this go,” Y/N said softly, not taking her eyes off of the scarf, “You can’t keep denying that she’s not in Gryffindor. I get it, every Weasley has been in that house, but she’s not just a Weasley. She’s a part of me too, and she’s taken after you in every other aspect — her hair, her attitude, her freckles, her laugh — why can’t you accept the fact that for once, she’s taken after me for something?” 

Fred seemed to ponder her words. He had never thought about it that way. People always told him about how much she resembled him in every aspect, but it wasn’t often that people said that to Y/N. And now, she watched with pride as her daughter was placed in her old house. It was almost like she could finally see herself in her. 

“You’re right,” Fred mumbled, “You’re completely right. Merlin’s beard, I’ve been an idiot.” He wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her into him, hugging her as if his action was louder than his words. 

“You have to go tell her that, she’s the one who thinks you’re ashamed.”

Fred pulled away and sighed, running his hand down his face and nodding, “You’re... you’re right. I need to go talk to her. She needs to know that I am proud of her. I always will be. And... that her mum was the most badass Slytherin ever. She’ll take after you there.”

Y/N giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Go tell her that, Freddie.”

“Can you come with me?” his voice was barely above a whisper and Y/N nearly swooned at how desperate he was. Ariella was, no doubt, a daddy’s girl, so having her dad come around and reassure her would mean the world her.

“Of course, love,” Y/N placed a kiss on his cheek and the two of them walked upstairs. She knocked slowly on her door and once a quite ‘come in’ was heard, she opened it and looked down at her daughter. Ariella was sitting on her bed, reading ‘Hogwarts: A History.’

When she saw her parents walk in, both looking apologetic, she placed the book down and sat crosslegged, turning to face them.

“Your dad has something he wants to say,” Y/N nudged Fred forwards. He gave her a grateful nod and walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge and placing his hands in his lap.

“I’m sorry if you thought I was ashamed,” he started, “I was shocked when we got the letter saying you were in Slytherin, I won’t deny it. When I was at school, the Slytherin students were always cunning, mean, rushing around the halls looking for any reason to torment the people they saw. They cheated, they lied, and eventually, a lot of them ended up working for the Dark Lord. I guess that now, twenty years after my time, I’m still thinking about that side of Slytherin. But then, after I left school, I met your mum. And she changed my opinion completely.”

Y/N sat there in awe, listening to what he had to say.

“She was caring, smart, loyal, funny — everything I wouldn’t expect from a Slytherin. I guess what I’m trying to say is that even though you take after me in every aspect of your physical appearance, I’m glad that your heart is like your mother’s. I’m proud of you.”

Ariella was close to tears, and so was Y/N. She watcher her daughter flail her arms around her dad’s neck and hug him like her life depended on it. Y/N sat by the door, her hand over her heart, and a loving smile on her lips.

She watched the smile spread across Fred’s face as he hugged his daughter back, relieved she wasn’t mad at him. 

--

Later that evening, after Ariella had gone to sleep, Y/N and Fred sat on the couch, wrapped in blankets and watching the fire crackle in the fireplace. Her head was leaning against his shoulder, and his head leaning against hers. His hand was on her thigh, rubbing slow circles. 

“I love you,” he muttered quietly, “I’m so sorry for everything. I’ve really been an idiot.”

“You have, but it’s fine,” she giggled, leaning up to face him, “I still love you.”

And she really did, with all her heart. 

Who knew these two were so perfect for each other?

[weasleymalfoypotter]

i hate you (but not really) pt3

draco malfoy x fem!slytherin!potter reader

part 1 here | part 2 here

summary: draco malfoy and harry potters twin sister have hated each other since they met. but in 5th year he comes to find that maybe he doesn’t hate her and the reasons he did end up be the things he loves

word count: 2k

warnings: slight angst, mentions of abuse, use of ‘mudblood’ , fluff at the end, cussing i think

A/N: AHHHH thank you guys for all the love on the first two parts i’m so glad you liked it!! sorry for the slow burn but i promise it picks up in this one. i hope you guys like it and feel free to comment what you think and reblog!

i went to the great hall for breakfast and this time, i decided to tell harry, ron, and hermione what draco said. i usually sit at the gryffindor table with them anyways so it was unusual. as soon as i sat down i spoke before whatever they were talking about distracted me.

“you will never believe what draco said to me last night” harry’s face immediately contorted just by the mention of draco malfoy talking to his sister.

“draco? malfoy? what happened?” ron immediately questioned. i told them the whole encounter word for word. i wish i couldn’t capture their faces.

“he’s a bloody genius” harry stated. i raised my eyebrows at that. “he knows exactly what he’s doing, he’s just trying to mess with you” he said with a mouth full of food.

“that’s exactly what i thought, but it’s still so weird” i looked around the room and saw him sitting at the slytherin table and immediately looked back at my brother. “i would honestly rather go back to trying to jinx each other in the hallways”

“maybe he’s not messing around.” all of our heads turned towards hermione so fast i thought our necks would break. “oh gee don’t give me that look, but think about it. it may only be the second day but usually he takes the first day to make sure all muggleborns know they’re ‘inferior’ i haven’t gotten my yearly first day mudblood comment. maybe he’s not kidding, maybe he’s trying to be...better?” HA okay mione. sure. ron’s voice broke me out of my disbelief

“she’s kind of got a point. let’s wait and see what he does the rest of the week. i’d honestly rather you be subject to flirting than him indoctrinating first years with his blood superiority nonsense.” i slowly nodded in agreement. ron had a point. but it doesn’t make sense. there’s no way that draco actually likes me. i shoved it out of my mind and tried to forget about it.

“listen i’ve got to get to the library before transfiguration so i’ll see you all in hagrids class”

we said our good byes and i continued to walk and think about the book i needed before a voice interrupted me.

“talking about me during breakfast i presume” i recognized his voice instantly and when i turned my head to my left, sure enough. the unmistakable platinum blonde hair and the extra foot he had on me walking step in step with me.

“and what makes you think that?”

“the obscene amount of times i saw you mouthing my name” he spoke with a smile. of course he was enjoying this. “i don’t mind it really, i like knowing y/n potter is thinking about me” merlin if he doesn’t stop looking at me like that.

“i am not thinking about you.” i looked up at him as i said it. man he was really tall. he didn’t say anything. he just smirked. “what makes you think that i’m thinking about you? i assure that i’m not. stop looking at me like that” my eyebrows were furrowed as i spoke.

“headed to the library?” why is he changing the subject? well if i told him, he would probably follow me. but there’s no where else around here that i could pretend to be going to.

“yes i need to get a book before class”

“i’ll come with you” no.

“no” i laughed out. he turned his head to look at me and he stopped. i moved in front of him and looked up, staring straight into his eyes.

“what game are you playing draco?”

“i’m not playing a game”

“we both know that’s a lie. you’ve been weird ever since the train ride. you’ve been...flirting. it’s weird. i know you’re just trying to get under my skin so stop.” maybe i could get some answers here.

“did you ever think maybe i wasn’t playing a game? maybe i actually like you? maybe on the train i realized i don’t hate you as much as we all thought? maybe the fact that you are the only person at this school who has managed to get under my skin is because i like you?” i was at a loss for a response. he’s playing me. there’s no way he’s not. but maybe mione was right. then again, she’s always right.

“why?”

“what?”

“if you like me so much, why? you don’t know me well enough to know that you like me. you don’t know anything about me really. so why?” he scoffed, smirked, ran his hand through his hair and looked back down at me.

“you really think i don’t know anything about you?” i nodded my head and he took a breath before speaking again. “okay how’s this. i know that you absolutely love reading muggle fiction and it only takes you two days to read a 200 page book. i know you drink coffee about 3-5 times a day because you are literally an addict and if you don’t then your poor brother is usually subject to your attitude. i know that you refuse to have orange juice and bacon at the same time during breakfast and godric knows why. i know that when you’re anxious you play with your necklace but only with your left hand and you stare at the ground. i know that before a quidditch game you always take a minute to talk to your dad. i could go on and on which sounds stalkery but believe it or not, i know you.” flabbergasted. i have loved that word since i was four years old and it’s the only way to describe my current state. what the hell? i actually didn’t think it was creepy or stalkery. i thought it was sweet. “i let you think on that.” he probably caught on to the fact that i was flabbergasted and decided to let me process that. honestly i was processing not just what he said but what i felt. what do i feel? i have no idea but it’s not hatred and i thought that was all i could feel for draco malfoy. i stayed there in the hallway after he walked away until i had to get to transfiguration. he would be there.

-

for the next week it was just flirting. he wouldn’t stop flirting with me. he was relentless. i never told harry, ron, and hermione because they would probably murder draco and i would like them not to be expelled. honestly i liked it being my secret. we had enough going on right now anyways. and i’d be lying if i said he wasn’t getting to me. i’d be lying if i said i didn’t look forward to him talking to me. it was always short and i would scoff and smile and walk away. he would never flirt while other people were around but he did start to leave everyone alone. no mudblood comments, no teasing, no tripping in the hallway, no jinx’s, no pranks. he really just let everyone be.

when i got to my dorm on friday night i saw something on my bed. a piece of parchment folded in half.

meet me in the astronomy tower at 8:00

-D.M.

oh boy. what does he want? one part of me has been telling myself that he’s just bored and he’ll be done within the next week. the other part of me stats up at night wondering how i feel about this. do i like draco? i have no idea. i have a million other things to think about too. the entire world thinks that harry and i are wack jobs who just want attention, umbridge is absolutely insane, and i’ve been drained ever since i got to school and i know it’s because of the connection to death eaters. we know that draco malfoy, vincent crabbe, gregory goyle, and theodore nott all are the children of death eaters. they’re all in the same school and house as me so we’re always in the same vicinity. their connection to voldemort isnt enough to make me feel pain, but it is enough to drain me of a lot of my energy. it doesn’t help that i have quidditch, prefect duties, and a full course load with O.W.L.’s this year. so honestly i don’t know if i can be dealing with draco right now. not to mention his connection to his father is one of the reasons i’m exhausted. but i decided to go to the astronomy tower just out of curiosity.

i finally got to the top of the stairs and right on time too. he was already there, standing by the ledge just looking around, hands in his pockets. he turned when he heard my footsteps and smiled when he saw me. he opened his mouth to say something, closed it, took a breath, then began to speak.

“it’s really nice out tonight”

“yeah” i looked around. i had no idea what to talk about, but he did.

“date me” oh merlin

“what?” that escalated rather quickly.

“i said date me. you know that i like you, i know that you feel something for me, i can see it. so date me”

“draco i-“ he cut me off before i could continue

“don’t say you can’t because we both know that isn’t true”

“but i can’t”

“why?” he wasn’t upset or angry or sad. he was calm.

“because draco i have no idea how to trust you. i have no idea how to believe any of this. you have done horrible things over the years. i cant just excuse that. you have called my best friend a mudblood countless times, you’ve bullied my other best friend and his siblings for their family’s finances, you’ve tried to get hagrid fired multiple times, you tried to have buckbeack killed, i could keep going but you get the point.” i looked anywhere but him as i spoke with my voice raised just under a yell. he sighed

“do you really think i wanted to do any of that?” i looked back at him quizzically. “do you really think i believe in all that blood superiority nonsense?”

“what else am i supposed to believe draco?”

“y/n i’ve hated every bit of what i’ve done. i never wanted to do it. i don’t believe in any of that crap. it’s not an excuse but believe me i’ve hated myself for everything that i’ve done to you and your friends and i’ve wanted nothing more since first year to sit down with you four and apologize.” i was looking into his eyes as he spoke. his voice was raised and he was taking a breath. i wanted to believe him, i really did.

“then why did you do it?” he wouldn’t look at me.

“when your father beats you for telling him that the muggleborns you know aren’t bad wizards you start to do whatever he tells you. i did everything he wanted me to. whatever he expected of me, i did it. he knows everything, he knows what i do and don’t do and i’ve been terrified of him for years. so i do what he wants. i hate it but he beat it into me since i was a kid.” i didn’t know what to say. his voice was breaking and his eyes wouldn’t meet mine. but i still don’t know how to believe him.

“how do i believe that. how do i believe what your telling me?” my voice was soft. we looked into the others eyes for a moment before he took off his ring. oh. he closed the space between us, grabbed my hand and put his ring in it.

“that’s how” he still had my hand in his and i was searching his mind. he was telling the truth. for the first time ever i knew draco malfoy. everything i saw wasn’t the draco i thought i knew since first year. he was different. he was real. i turned my head up at him and he looked down at me. our eyes were locked and i reached up, pulled his face to meet mine, and kissed him.

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Trigger Warnings:

Offensive Language, Mention of Death, Tension

Draco

"Ok Draco, just hold on tightly and don't let go. I haven't apparated in a while so just hold on.",Pansy said.

The two young adults held tightly onto each other on the Malfoy's humongous front lawn before apparating away.

Pansy toppled downwards onto Draco after after losing her balance from the quick arrival.

"Morgana, I don't think I'd ever get used to apparating.",Pansy chuckled with a laugh in reply from Draco..

As Draco stood up with the help of Pansy, he noticed a head of dark brown hair weave through a small crowd into the freshly painted red train.

"Was that Theo?", Draco asked as his girl best friend looked around the now emptying station with no luck.

"I don't see him, did he go onto the train?"

"He did, maybe we might find him in one of the compartments.",Draco reasoned with a nod from Pansy before they unnoticeably boarded the train.

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The train almost looked the same as ever. The seats were redone with newer, and better cushions, the glass was both fog repellent and spell-proof so no accidental spells could break the windows. It reminded Draco of his first few years in Hogwarts before everything became painful and dangerous.

He remembered while on the train ride back to school after the winter holidays in his first year, Goyle and Crabbe were stupidly trying to cast spells their fathers had taught them. Goyle ended up actually casting a proper bombarda shattering the window panes into pieces. Snape ended up having to clean up the mess and repair the window giving both Goyle and Crabbe detentions for an entire month.

Draco was smiling at the old memory before his world was turned upside down when he remembered how his godfather, and his only favourite Professor was gone for good. Even though Crabbe and Goyle were sluggish idiots sometimes, they still contributed to Draco's favourite memories.

"Draco? Are you still here? I think I just saw Theo go in there.",Pansy nudged Draco pointing at the slightly open door.

"Oh, sorry. I was daydreaming."

Giving Draco a weak smile, she then tugged him into the compartment.

"Theo! Blaise!",Pansy exclaimed ecstatically.

"Hey Pansy",Theo replied as Blaise waved.

"I hardly heard from the both of you two! Do you understand how fucking worried you two got Astoria and me?! I thought something happened to you or you did something to yourselves after Goyle's Funeral!",Pansy said bursting into tears.

"Are you oka—",Started Draco.

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm just on my period.",Pansy said waving Draco off as she sat down across Theo and Blaise. Draco scurried after her, sitting next to the raven-haired woman. She was always one to over-dramatise things.

"Anyway, how were you two's summer?"Draco asked.

"Oh, well it turns out that Father was innocent, and was under the imperius curse the entire time. We've gotten to know each other a bit more until he was attacked and erm...murdered. And then after Goyle's funeral it was a bit difficult. Blaise then stayed with me for the rest of the summer, since his mother was given a life sentence in Azkaban after being proven guilty of murdering her dead husbands amongst other things... But um Blaise...",Theo started as his cedar brown eyes flitted from the two before landing a worried look at Blaise.

"Did something happen Theo?",Pansy asked gently with a sense of protectiveness lining her firm voice.

"He just prefers to not talk anymore.",Theo stated scratching the back of his head awkwardly glancing from Pansy and Draco to Blaise who looked just as tense.

"Is that why you didn't answer my owls?",Pansy asked receiving a quick, and awkward nod from Blaise.

Pansy gave Draco a look before Draco spoke.

"Do you all know what Mcgonagall owled  us for?"

"No, just for some reunion and then some news. The letter was pretty concise.",Theo remarked.

"Well how was your summer Draco and Pansy?",Theo asked.

"My father gotten the dementor's kiss, and Mother and I were put on a probation.",Draco replied uncomfortably as he discreetly latched onto Pansy's hand seeking some kind of comfort. The memories were still fresh in his head. He saw the kiss, and the dementor, and his father's last words were only to remind Draco of how much of a disappointment he was to him and the Malfoys before him.

Pansy squeezed his hand before she spoke about her summer. She understood him and what it meant to lose a family member. Especially one who hated every single thing about you.

"Astoria was actually with me for almost the entire summer. We had...our moments... But aside from the sad parts she and I also met up with some people who surprisingly aren't that bad once you get to know them. In fact we all became friends actually.",Pansy said.

Draco was about to ask who the raven-haired girl had made friends with when the trolley filled with sweets and snacks ranging from chocolate frogs to pumpkin pastries stopped by their train compartment. There was even some of the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes edible products on the rickety trolley. Draco then remembered that the troublemaking Weasley twins went from the legendary pranking duo of them to just the one of them. Draco attended the funeral as a sign of respect, but he stayed in the back, going unnoticed. They may have ridiculed him many times before but he conceded that he was a little bit of a brat in his younger years.

"Anything from the trolley dear?",The trolley witch asked sweetly. His friends had already bought their own snacks to last them the train ride but Draco wasn't very hungry. But he was smart enough to not worry nor anger Pansy.

"May I have two chocolate frogs please?"

The trolley witch gave Draco one of the first genuine smiles that he had seen in a while as she handed him two chocolate frogs in exchange for two galleons.

When the trolley witch with her trolley filled with sweets and other sugary edibles galore, was out of sight Pansy sighed deeply as if she were relieved, before walking out of her seat to lock the door. She sat back down wordlessly putting her head on Draco's shoulder, with a heavy sigh.

"I can't believe that we're coming back here. Reunion or not, I didn't think that we would even be allowed back, being Slytherins and all.",Pansy said after nobody spoke a word.

The compartment was silent again. It was just too awkward.

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About half an hour later Draco was woken up too Pansy shaking him awake. He didn't even realise that he had fallen asleep. Both Theo and Blaise were also asleep leaning onto one another as if the other were some kind of pillow.

"Are we here yet Pansy? I can go wake up the other two now if we—"

"Shut up Draco. You're hurting.",Pansy said automatically as Draco froze.

Her hazel green eyes were on him with her cold stare as Draco tried to avoid her stern gaze.

"I-I, what do you mean?",Draco replied his face ridden with emotions. To much emotion.

"Look at me. None of us are fine Draco. It's not that hard to tell. We're all bloody broken and I know that just because your father isn't in your life anymore doesn't mean that he doesn't affect you. Trauma doesn't go away in a day.

"Pansy, I am fine. My father is gone, my mother is safe and if I do as I'm told I won't be thrown into Azkaban. What more could I need in my life?"

"You and I both know how much people resent us. Even more so when you have the—never mind. But don't you get it? People aren't going to stop tormenting you or any of us Slytherins until what they perceive as the problem has been...eradicated.",Pansy hissed, noticing Draco almost flinch at the mention of the dark mark.

Draco couldn't respond to the determined girl. She was right and he didn't want to admit it.

Pansy may have come very close the failing Divintation almost every year, but she could read almost anyone easily. It was almost like a sixth sense.

"Why do you talk to me about this now Pansy?",Draco breathed, not wanting to see the hard stare the black-haired girl gave him.

"Because those two are clearly not in the right state of mind to hear this right now. They've already got their own problems as of this moment, and they hadn't seemed to have any more luck than a shrimpy house elf with the amount of sleep it looks like they've gotten.",Pansy answered, nodding to the two boys across from them still using the other as a support.

Draco hadn't noticed how tired the other two young men looked so sleep-deprived.

It was clear to see how the two were tight, maybe even closer than brothers tight. They were a major key to the other's survival.

"It's codependency. They were tight before, but the war has changed us all. For the better or the worse. It happened to all of us."Pansy stated as if reading Draco's mind.

Draco turned to her not knowing how to feel.

It was silent again as silence was the only other option to awkward conversations nowadays. Draco didn't mind silence but not when tension and guilt intoxicated the air.

"Who did you meet over the summer?"

"Nobody special. Now eat your chocolate frogs. You're way to skinny."

Draco gave the raven-haired girl a cocky smirk before lazily taking out one of his chocolate frogs to eat.

When he opened the chocolate frog jumped immediately out of the box as Pansy quickly caught it as the chocolate frog blew a raspberry at Pansy visibly angering her.

Draco smiled at the scene as his eyes shifted to the collectible card.

Draco's eyes widened at the card. In all of his glory there he was.

Harry Fucking Potter with all of his dark tanned skin, aggravatingly messy hair and his overly striking emerald eyes.

And Pansy to his dismay, noticed this and smirked.

She fucking smirked.

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[cassieschaosdimension]

Here is the second installment in the redemption arc of Draco Malfoy.

The First Class (with the Gryffindors; I'm basing this off of the books and it's a fic so...)

He woke up after the feast in the Slytherin common room. Draco grins to himself running his hair through his unruly hair then he turns his head and it falls.

Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, and Zabini were sleeping around the room. How is he going to avoid them as he goes to breakfast?

It was especially hard not to wake up them meanly, but Draco wanted a clean slate where he could be himself without feeling smothered. He tried to be as quiet as possible. He doesn't want Nott and Zabini to ask questions. He may have had to grow up with them, but he doesn't have to be nice to them. Father might be furious at him, but mother said he should just be himself and it would all be fine.

Putting on his uniform and robe, Draco thinks how proud his father will be to see he's in Slytherin just like his parents were. He's always gravitated towards mother; she wasn't as harsh as father and made sure he was taught to be himself. At least she was the one who wanted him to be happy. Father only wanted Draco to become a mini Lucius and as much as he loved his father, he did not want to become just like him.

Tiptoeing out of the dormitory he shudders at the thought of turning as mean, heartless, and cold as his father. He never wants to be like that. He wants to bring light and happiness in the world because his father sucks it all up. Draco doesn't remember when he was allowed to laugh and smile.

Pushing open the heavy door, Draco runs into Marcus Flint, Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch House team.

"Hey Draco! Nice to have you finally here! Come on, let's come down to breakfast and stuff our faces before class." At the word class Flint rolls his eyes. Draco is shocked. He didn't realize Flint was disrespectful! The professors gave up any hope of a social life to teach them! The least they could do was respect them, but Flint didn't.

He tries to get away and go see where the people he met yesterday on the train are sitting. Glancing around until he spots them he grins. The grin slides off his face faster than a dementer closing in to perform the Kiss. They're at the Gryffindor table like he expected, but it still hurts.

Hmm, Hermione seems to be off to the side from everyone. He enjoyed going head to head with her on the train. (NOT DRAMIONE NOPE PLATONIC PEOPLE!!!!) Not many people could do that and survive. He wanted to be good friends with someone like her even if she was Mu-Muggleborn. He was going to have to get used to calling them by their proper names, not what his father always called them.

Harry and Ron looked thick as thieves already and it had barely been a day! Sitting down at the Slytherin table, Draco wishes he could have a friendship like that. He had hoped for that on the train, but Neville had squashed that flat. Poor Neville looked absolutely terrified when he heard his name!

Draco was sad as he saw the smile fly off the face of the round faced boy Draco thought would be nice when he introduced himself. Maybe the letter he wrote to his mother would have some answers.

The hooting of hundreds of owls suddenly fills the cavernous Hall. His owl, Talon, soars down to him. The giant parcel dropped in front of him seems to be filled with sweets and cakes. Among the cakes, he finds a folded letter. His mother must have placed this when she sent Talon off again. Bypassing the edible goodies the poor house elves must have been forced to.make for him, he goes right for the letter.

Dearest Draco,

I am hesitant to respond to you in case your father intercepts this, but I have placed this in your parcel instead of sending it with Talon separately.

The boy's name is Neville Longbottom yes? Your concern is welcoming, but the story is chilling.

This was before you were born in early 1980 and Snape has overheard the Divination professor utter a prophecy. Yes, Draco. The prophecy which changed our world forever. He was still very much in love with Lily Evans, who married James Potter earlier that year, and the prophecy scared him beyond comprehension.

He was scared it meant Harry and went to the Dark Lord to beg for the release of Lily Evans as he knew she would never leave Harry to die. But unfortunately, that was not so as you know and the Potters were killed leaving behind a little boy not much older than you were at the time.

Aunt Bella went to the Longbottoms that night and she tortured them for the whereabouts of the Dark Lord because she wanted to know where he went. The Longbottoms were tortured into insanity and left a one year old son, Neville, behind to be raised by his grandmother.

Draco gasps at this part. He knew aunt Bella was twisted, but not to that effect. He felt sorry for Neville and wants to apologize, but not in front of all of these people. He doesn't want to embarrass Neville. He'll read the rest of the letter later, he got his question answered. He'll have to thank his mother later for risking that information.

Draco, putting the letter into his pocket after folding it, digs into the hearty breakfast with relish. The rest of his dorm mates are down by this point. He glances at them out of the corner of his eye. Crabbe and Goyle are pigging out as per usual. Nott and Zabini are turning up their noses at the breakfast. Draco shrugs and goes back to eating.

Soon breakfast is over and he has his first class. Draco is excited because it's Potions and Snape teaches it.He walks alone having declined company. He wanted company, but not the company that was offered.

He was told by Flint to walk towards the Common Room and then turn left and he'll reach Potions eventually. Surprisingly, Flint gave him the right directions. When Draco walks in, the room glass silent. Sauntering in, Draco sits alone hoping Neville, Harry, or Ron will sit with him. The more people that aren't them that scramble in, the more dejected he feels.

By the time the boys arrive, all of the seats around Draco are filled by Nott, Zabini, Crabbe, and Goyle. Draco wants to bang his head against the table in frustration. How on earth is he supposed to apologize for his aunt's behavior if he's never alone?

He tells himself to think of the happy days when he was allowed to be himself and play with the house elves. He had loads of fun with them and he learned amazing lessons from them. Draco thinks of all of the sweets and cakes he was taught in secret as soon as he turned eight. His mother allowed it because he was happy, but anytime his father was around he had to act like him.

A bang at the back of the classroom jerks Draco back to the present. Time to act he tells himself. He's going to loathe it, but until he can explain it to the others he has to act like this. He doesn't want Snape to report to his father that he's not acting like he's supposed to.

Snape's black robe flaps behind him as he makes his way to the front of the room. Draco has to keep from laughing at the sound. Every time Snape takes a step, the robe's hem smacks against the floor. Others aren't even attempting to hide their giggles.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor! I suggest if you don't want more points taken Mr. Finnegan, you will stop laughing. As such, you will receive detention tonight. You will be notified about your detention by Professor McGonagall. The same goes for the rest of you! Now, shall we commence to be introduced to the subtle art of potion making?"

The rest of the Slytherins are sniggering and jeering at the Gryffindors so Draco does it too. He feels absolutely wretched about it though. This is not who he is. Why did the Hat put him in Slytherin again?

The discussion with the Hat was interesting. The Hat told him he would do well in Gryffindor, but he asked to be in Slytherin because he didn't want to be disowned by his father. He didn't understand what his father was doing was wrong until he was eight and started to have to sneak around with the house elves.

Three years later and he worries about the house elves when he's not there. His mother can't protect them from his father's wrath all the time. Snape's voice carries out into the cavernous dungeon and Draco forces himself to listen intend of thinking of things that will make him cry. His father says crying is for the muggleborns, muggles and blood traitors like the Weasleys. Draco doesn't understand why the Weasleys are blood traitors though. The family is a pureblood family?

Oh well. Snape is now interrogating Harry about Potions ingredients and he doesn't answer. Draco knows the answers, but he has to pretend to be indifferent. Hermione has no problems with it. Her hand shoots up each time Harry says he doesn't know. She's brave he thinks to himself. Snape only knows one side of himself. He wishes he could show his true colors, but he's too afraid of his father to even think of it.

When Snape snaps at Hermione, Draco wants to defend her, but again, his father holds too much influence at Hogwarts. No one else defends her either. Is it so hard to defend your own House mate against a teacher?! Then again it is Snape and Snape is terrifying. That's the only reason Draco can think Neville isn't defending Hermione.

The rest of class is like that and Draco wants to cry for Hermione. She takes it like a pro and she must have gotten this treatment at her muggle school. He feels sick to his stomach. No human, or any creature for that matter, should be treated that way.

He wants class to be over so he can apologize to Hermione, but she runs out the door as soon as the bell trills. Draco grabs his books and stuffs them in his bag intent on following Hermione to see if she will let him apologize for what happened with the train and Snape. All he needs is for someone to give him a chance and he will be the most loyal friend they would ever ask for. All he wants is a real friend that isn't with him for his money or influence.

Walking to his next class he thinks about the apology he's going to make to each of them if he ever gets the chance.

Three days later and I'm finally done with the second installment! Enjoy! Please be honest in your opinions, I don't mind!

[starlight-writes-stuff]

‘light me up’ chapter 2 - backgrounds and beginnings

a/n: hello !! here’s chapter 2 of ‘light me up’ . this chapter is a bit longer (3.6k words) , and i’m really proud of it . let me know what you think ! xoxoxox , starlight

reblogs are always appreciated ! <3

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As you made your way back to Charms, you couldn’t keep the grin off your face. You pushed the door open and saw Professor Flitwick grading at his desk.

“Hello Professor,” you said with a smile, and he looked up quickly.

“Ah, Ms. Langston. I take it your training went well?”

“It did, sir. Anything I missed?”

“Nothing grand. Your homework is just to finish reading chapter 14. You better hustle if you’re going to make it to your next class on time,” he answered, then quickly went back to grading the stack of papers. You exited the room and were on your way to Herbology when you remembered the odd interaction you had while leaving earlier.

Cedric had asked you to meet him in the library, and you knew that if you skipped out on it, tomorrow would be incredibly awkward. You struggled internally for a minute: you would be late to Herbology, but Cedric was head boy, therefore he could write you a pass. He’d done it before, when the two of you had been tucked away in some little nook, and had gone over your allotted time- even though it wasn’t exactly allowed, that hadn’t stopped him before. 

But did you really want to go meet him? You finally felt a little better, but you knew seeing him would suck that out of you, and you’d be right back where you started the day. It seemed important, though, by the look on his face - open and honest and vulnerable. 

 Against your better judgment, you started making your way to the library, running all the possibilities of what he could possibly want to talk about over in your head. By the time you got there, you’d fully and completely over thought the meeting, and felt prepared for whatever he needed to say to you. However, nothing could’ve prepared you for seeing his sweet smile, the way he seemed to light up when the two of you met eyes. Biting at the inside of your cheek, you made your way over to where he was sitting, pulling up a chair.

“Hey. How are you?” he asked, keeping his voice low. Not many people knew the two of you weren't together anymore, and neither of you wanted that drama that came with a big, public breakup.

“I’m okay. You?”

Cedric shifted, and half-frowned. “I’m alright. It’s just… weird, you know? I feel like I can’t talk to you anymore.”

You blinked, digesting his words. Reluctantly, you said, “Why? Did I do something?”

“No,” he replied, shaking his head. “I just- i don’t know. It’s like I lost my best friend, and I don’t know how to stop thinking about you.”

Your heart jumped into your throat, but your stomach went sour as you reiterated the words over in your head. “I mean, you broke up with me. I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“I never said that. I just said that I thought things were too much.”

“What is that supposed to mean, though? I’m too much? Or we were too much? Because, if I remember correctly, you ended it. Not me.”

Cedric sighed, and ran a hand over his face. “I know that. I just don’t like being apart from you. I think that I made a mistake.”

You held your breath, waiting to see if he would expand on that, but he stayed quiet. Finally, when the silence was too much for you, you met his eyes. “I don’t know. I don’t think that you would end things if that wasn’t actually what you wanted. I lost my best friend, too, you know.”

He nodded and fidgeted with the quill he was holding, trying to figure out what to say. When he realised he had been quiet for too long, he cleared his throat and asked, “What did you get pulled out of Charms for earlier? Is everything okay?”

“Um. yeah. Everything is fine, just needed to meet with someone,” you said, feeling your cheeks flush pink. Draco’s laugh flitted through your mind, and you wanted to hold onto it. It was like, if you told Cedric, it would be spoiled. 

He arched an eyebrow at you. “Okay…” he said, drawing out the word. “Was it bad? You’re acting weird.” 

Suddenly, you felt defensive. “No, it wasn’t bad. It’s my business, though.”

“You tell me everything. What’s different about this?”

“I told you everything. Past tense. We aren’t together anymore, Ced.”

That caught him off guard. You watched his face change from sadness to anger as his walls went up. “Okay, fine. I’m only asking because I care about you, you know.” “I know that,” you said, exhaling hard you brought a hand up to pinch the space in between your eyebrows, not able to look at Cedric’s face. “Things are just weird between us right now, and I don't know how to navigate this. Look, Cedric- I still care for you. I still love you. I always will. But I don’t think that anything productive is going to come out of us talking right now. Let's just… take a break for a bit. Okay?” As much as you missed him, as much as your heart was telling you to stay, talk things out, make it work, you knew that wasn’t realistic- at least not right now. He nodded a small nod, and you turned to exit the library.

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You’d been a mess since seeing Cedric, exactly like you knew you’d be. You played his face, his words over and over in your head for the rest of the day, disassembling and piecing the conversation back together. Finally, you came to the conclusion that maybe Cedric was just going through it. In Defense Against the Dark Arts, Maxine told you that Cedric had missed the past two Quidditch  practices, which was unheard of. In passing, you overheard Justin talking about how Cedric had ditched his last classes of the day, and was staying in the Hufflepuff common room staring at the fireplace. Then, to top it all off, Cedric wasn’t at dinner in the Great Hall. in the back of your mind, something was telling you to go check on him, bring him a cup of pumpkin juice, tell him you’re sorry for earlier. 

“Are you okay? You aren’t eating. You’re kind of just pushing your food around. Usually you eat yours, and then mine. What’s wrong?”

You came out of your haze, and looked at the brunette girl next to you. Belle Brightstone had been your closest friend since the two of you met in Diagon Alley, shopping for your first year at Hogwarts. Right off the bat, you thought that she was the prettiest girl you’d ever seen. When she’d come over to introduce herself, you learned that her personality matched her looks; she was sweet to her very core, and could make you laugh even when you wanted to cry. It was a miracle that she was sorted into Slytherin- the two of you both thought she was destined to be a Hufflepuff.

“I guess I don’t have much of an appetite.”

“Okay. But you’ve also been almost silent since we got in here.” she lowered her voice, and said, “do you want to leave early? We can go talk, if you need to.”

You grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze, grateful to have someone that loved you so much. It had taken you a long time to get to a point where you trusted Belle, and knew she was being genuine when she said things like this. “No. I’m alright, just thinking about some stuff.”

“Oh, does this have to do with you getting pulled out of class? I heard from Andromeda that you left in the middle of Charms.”

“Yeah, I got a letter to meet with… some staff,” you said, uneasily. You weren’t sure what being a back-up player on the team quite meant, and didn’t know what to tell anyone. You also knew that it would lead to questions- specifically, questions about training, then about Draco, and you didn’t know how to answer those. 

When you walked into the Great Hall for dinner, your eyes immediately found him. He was sitting with Crabbe and Goyle, and a couple of the other people you always saw him hanging out with, laughing at something. You’d immediately looked at the floor, not wanting to be caught staring- only quickly glancing at him throughout dinner. It was like, now that you’d noticed him, really noticed him, you couldn't stop noticing him. 

“Oh no, is something wrong?” Belle asked, trying to pull you out of the stupor you’d worked yourself in to. You ripped your eyes from Draco Malfoy, praying that Belle hadn't tried to map your sightline- you didn’t want to explain why you kept looking at Slytherin's resident bad boy. 

“No. Just talking through some things. Hey, did you do the Dark Arts homework?” you asked Belle, trying to change the subject. She cocked an eyebrow, but let you get away with it for now. She knew good and well that you would tell her when you were ready- the two of you didn’t really keep secrets. 

“Not yet. I was planning on doing it tonight. Hey, um, don’t look to your left.”

“What? Why?” you asked, naturally starting to turn. Belle grabbed your arm, facing you back toward her. She widened her eyes at something over your shoulder looking entirely puzzled.

“I- well, I think Draco- like Draco Malfoy,” she said, stressing his name, “is talking about you.”

“Why would you think that?” you asked, feeling your face heat up. So much for not having to explain anything,

“He’s looking at you, and then he elbowed Flint and seemed to say something about you. He stopped when I looked at him, but still.”

You felt yourself deflate. It only made sense for him to be saying something about Quidditch, but still. You thought about the way he’d cheered for you after catching the snitch the first time today, and pulled Belle in to whisper in her ear.

“Listen. I had to go meet with him today for a Quidditch thing. I’m a back up on the team, but that’s all he was talking about. Please don’t say anything, okay?”

Belle pulled away, her eyes bright. Nodding, her voice soft, she asked “Why don’t you want anyone to know? Shouldn’t you be proud?”

“Of course I’m proud. It’s just complicated, okay? I’ll tell you more later.” You held out your pinky, and Belle wrapped hers around it. “Pinky swear.”

“Is that why you aren’t eating? Like, too excited to eat or something?”

“Yeah,” you said, running a hand through your hair, letting it fall back into place. “And some other stuff, but we’ll talk later.”

Butterflies were thrashing wildly in your stomach, and you had to force yourself not to look over at Draco. You were suddenly conscious of all your movements, because what if he was watching? You didn’t know how to act natural now, and had to walk yourself through basic movements: take a bite, chew, chew, swallow. Take a sip of your drink, swallow. Laugh at the joke Belle made, and talk to the girls you were sitting with. You didn’t eat much, and you knew you’d regret it later tonight, while having to dig in your trunk for contraband snacks from home.

By the time dinner was over, you felt slightly better. You still felt bad about how things had gone with Cedric earlier, but it had let up a little after talking and laughing with the girls. You’d stacked your dishes, and started to make your way out of the Great Hall when you saw Cedric walk in. He looked dazed and out of it, walking against the crowd. Before you could change your mind, you squeezed Belle’s arm. “Hey, I’ll be there in a minute. I’m going to go check on Ced. Save me a spot in the common room, okay?” 

She nodded and continued out into the hall as you wiggled and squeezed your way through the clumps of students exiting. Once you’d made it to the end of the crowd, you saw a couple of stragglers still sitting behind and said a quick thank Merlin that you wouldn’t look out of place. Cedric was sitting in his usual spot at the Hufflepuff table, and you walked up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey,” you said gently, “where were you during dinner?”

“Oh. Hey. I was taking a nap, and slept right through it, I guess.”

That explained his appearance. He looked disheveled, his hair all over the place, robes wrinkled. You sat down next to him, and Cedric started to pick at the plate he’d made, not saying anything.

“So…” you started, trying to meet his eyes, “I just felt bad about earlier. I think I was a little harsh. And I'm sorry. This whole thing has just been hard on me.”

Cedric just started, straight ahead. It was almost worse, knowing that he couldn’t look at you, “It’s okay. It’s been hard for me too. It’s not like we were dating for a week, or something. It was almost two years,” he finished, sighing hard.

“I know. Like you said, it’s probably for the best, though. You’re going to graduate this year, and I'm… I’ll be here for another year, figuring out what I’m going to do with my life. It’s just not realistic for us to try and stay together through that.”

“Right. I just feel like I lost such a big part of my life, though.”

“Just because we broke up doesn’t mean that the friendship is ruined, Ced. I still want things to be normal between us.”

He met your eyes, finally. You could tell there was pain there, but something else crowded his face- some emotion you couldn’t place. “I do too. It’s just going to take some getting used to, I guess.”

“Of course it will. It’s a big change. But I still want you in my life, you know. So that means we have to talk.”

He smiled, and took a drink of his pumpkin juice. “What do you want to talk about, then?”

You knotted your fingers together in your lap, and tried to keep the excitement in your voice contained.

“Well, I do have some news.”

“News?”

“Yeah. So, remember when I tried out for Quidditch?”

His eyes widened. Quidditch could always cheer him up- it was the one thing that he’d loved more than you. “Yes. of course.”

“I made it. On the team. Only as an alternate, but still.”

A grin split his face, and he held a hand out for a high-five. “That’s great news! I’m so proud of you!”

“Thank you!’ you said, returning his high-five with gusto. “I’m really excited. I started training today.”

“How did it go?”

“It went really well,” you said, thinking of the way it felt to chase the snitch, hold it in your grasp. “I really like it. My first practice is on Friday.”

The two of you talked for about ten more minutes. It was slightly awkward, but much less than you thought it would be. Cedric finally brushed you off when you started to talk about homework, telling you to go get it done. You gave him a side hug, then turned around to wave as you walked out of the great hall. He looked much better than he did coming in, a smile back on his lips.

But if Cedric was okay, why did you suddenly feel much worse?

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Heartbreak wasn’t something you’d done in a while. Until Cedric, you’d only ever had weeklong flings with random boys here and there; nothing serious. Not because you didn’t have the opportunities, though- you just didn’t want to take them. Relationships had never been the top priority for you, unlike many of your friends. It had never clicked as to why someone would want a whole other person to keep happy. You could barely do that for yourself- why would you take on someone else's burdens as well? 

Not to mention that being vulnerable was your own personal hellscape. You’d never understood how your friends were able to open up so easily, openly discuss their feelings and emotions. That hadn’t been something that you’d ever done- not to friends, not to boyfriends, not to teachers or administrators. You didn’t want to weigh anyone down with your baggage if you didn't have to; you didn’t want to be a burden anymore than you already were. It had taken you years of instant pushing and pulling from Belle and Rose for you to finally let them in, and they were still the only two people that had made it, However, that all changed when you’d met Cedric for the first time.

You still remember the day like it was yesterday, really. You’d been sitting in the library with an assorted group of people, all studying together for finals. That year, your 3rd at Hogwarts, had been the hardest by far, and you’d needed those tests to save your marks. As you’d taken flashcards from Belle, shuffling them once more before beginning another test, George Weasley had pulled a messy-haired brunette over to the table you’d occupied.

“Gang, this is Cedric Diggory. Ced, these are the third years you’re going to help study- you owe me one, remember?”

You’d barely paid the boy any attention, just looked at George and raised an eyebrow. He had promised to help you study- he’d already taken transfiguration and passed, and you needed any advantage you could get. However, upon catching a glimpse of Cedric’s face, you’d let out an audible gasp. Reaching for Belle’s hand under the table, you’d squeezed until she had flinched, completely engulfed by the boy that had taken a seat next to you. George collected his things and patted the top of your head, muttering some excuse as to why he was leaving, but you’d just waved him off. You were quite literally stunned into silence. 

Cedric had helped you study for 3 more hours than he needed to- long past everyone else leaving, wishing you luck as they had packed their things. He had been patient and kind, cracking jokes to keep the mood light. By the time you’d fully started to grasp the concepts that were on the final, you’d learned quite a bit about the boy. He was a year older than you, in his fourth year of school now, and he was on the Quidditch team for his house. He was a Hufflepuff, which didn’t surprise you at all, given his sunny disposition and sweet manor. He was a talker, and would ramble until you stopped him, then laugh at himself for blabbing so much. As he’d helped you pack up, Cedric had looked at you for a fraction of a second longer than he had all night, and you’d felt your heart flip in your chest.

There had never been any use in you trying to suppress your feelings for Cedric, but you’d tried anyway. You had avoided his every move, weaving and bobbing through the halls of the castle so you wouldn’t have to see him. Of the off chances that he’d managed to catch you, you’d completely brushed him off. The longer he tried, though, the softer you’d become. It was obvious that he wasn’t giving up on you, and you slowly started to lower your walls.

Over time, Cedric had managed to know you. This was quite the feat- you didn’t let people in. Cedric had managed to squeeze through your armour, though, and had learned and gotten to know every piece of you. He’d held you for hours on end when the days were extra grim and you couldn’t feel anything. He’d lifted you up even further on the days where you finally felt good. Cedric hadn’t just made peace with the darkest parts of you- he’d fallen in love with them. He loved everything that made you up, all the bumps and bruises and battered pieces even more so.

You knew that things had been slowly declining for a while. You just didn’t know what to do about it, so you did nothing at all. It wasn’t obvious, not at first. Cedric would cancel little things, here and there, promising to make it up to you later, but he never did. Then he slowly stopped asking you to make plans, or do anything with him. As he drew further and further away from you, a heavy, suffocating darkness seemed to move in. Cedric was doing everything he’d promised not to do; your biggest fear was coming true. He was leaving you, just like everyone else did. When he’d asked you to come to the Astronomy Tower on Saturday night, you’d already known what was coming. You didn’t cry as he told you that he didn’t think you two should be together anymore- you kept a perfectly still, neutral expression. When Cedric had pulled you into a hug before he left you there, you’d been like a statue in his arms. This was a perfect reminder of why you never fell for people in the first place. It always led to getting hurt.

That night, you flipped a switch- all your emotions turned off, disabled and shut down for the foreseeable future. You’d stayed in the Astronomy Tower all night, rebuilding your walls even higher, brick by painful brick. As the sun started to rise over Hogwarts, you made your way back to the dungeons as if the last two years had never occurred.

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While you walked through the castle hallways, you quickly resolved to see today for what it was- another opportunity to get hurt. Draco was pushing on the outside of the walls you’d just reconstructed, and the cement hadn’t quite set up yet. Mentally, you added layer upon layer of reinforcements. You weren’t letting the blonde boy in. You couldn't. 

[wlntrsldler]

unrequited (draco malfoy/ cedric diggory series)

PROMPT: You and Cedric grew up together. After the tragedy of the Triwizard Tournament, you’re left feeling empty without your best friend. Draco Malfoy steps into the picture. Will the feelings be reciprocated? Or will it be unrequited?

WARNINGS: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, angst, fluff, sadness???

PAIRING: draco malfoy x reader and cedric diggory x reader; hufflepuff reader

WC: 2.2K+

UNREQUITED MASTERLIST

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PART 4

“Happy Birthday, Y/N!” Hermione yelled, running towards you with her arms outstretched. She engulfed you in an embrace, her infectious laugh ringing in your ears. “I hope you enjoyed your day.” 

The twins stood behind her, grinning with an assortment of sweets in their arms. “We got you a few sweets from our own making.” 

You playfully refused, “I’d rather not die, thanks.”

George laughed at your little joke, “Come on, now, Y/N. We would never give you anything we haven’t tried ourselves.”

“Or made Ron try at least.” Fred added. 

Ron hit the both of them on the back of the arm, huffing about how his brothers care so little about his well being. Harry watched them a few inches away, unable to hide the smile on his face. You looked around and felt happy for the first time in a long time. The people in your life pulled you out of the darkness that you surrounded yourself in. But right now, with the sounds of the twins’ corny jokes and the laughter that followed it, everything seems like it would be okay. 

You took a bite out of one of the sweets that you were given, almost moaning at the delicious taste of it. You leaned your head on Fred’s shoulder as a silent “thank you” for always being around and knowing exactly what it is you needed. You watched as the students walked past your groups, a bit annoyed that you all took over the space of the entire hallway. People would mumble irritated, “Excuse me’s” or even some rude, “Move it’s.” George and Fred would mock them, resulting in all of you to erupt in a roar of laughter. 

Your eyes drifted towards the end of the hall, eyes softening when you saw Draco staring at you. Crabbe and Goyle stood behind him, unsure of why their friend decided to stop walking. They followed Draco’s eyes and saw you as his object of focus. You offered a warm smile, even going so far as waving in his direction. Draco gave you a slight nod in return, the corner of his lip quirking upwards for a brief moment. 

“What’s got your attention?” Ron asked. He turned around to see Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle, staring intently at you all. His eyebrows knitted together, eyes narrowing, “What does Malfoy want?”

“Why don’t you ask him?” Harry pointed out. “He’s coming this way.”

The three boys made their way towards you, feet tapping loudly on the floor. You took in Draco’s appearance. All black, as usual, but his ring was still missing. His tie was undone, hanging loosely around his neck. His eyes were rimmed with a red color and his lips looked overly bitten. He looked almost messy and unorganized, something unheard from Draco. He didn’t look like himself. 

“Malfoy.” Ron acknowledged, eyes still narrowed. “What do you want?”

“Not here for you, Weasley.” Draco responded, not giving anyone else the time of day. He turned towards you, “Dumbledore wants to see you.”

“For what?” You asked, confused as to why Dumbledore would want to see you. Were you in trouble?

“How should I know?” He replied, motioning for you to follow him. Crabbe and Goyle took it as their sign to leave you and Draco alone, walking the opposite way. “He just sent me to come get you.”

You nodded, waving goodbye to your friends, and followed Draco to meet Dumbledore. You walked in silence, awkwardly holding your strides so you wouldn’t end up close to Draco. The walk seemed to last forever, the silence too much for you to handle. “Did he tell you what he needed to see me for?”

He sighed, shooting you an annoyed look. “I just said I didn’t know.” 

“Well, sorry.” You mumbled. It seemed like you were always apologizing to Draco for merely trying to have a conversation. You rolled your eyes, jogging a bit to catch up to him. Now that you’ve broken the ice, and also annoyed him, you figured silence would be worse than a conversation. “I just thought that you’d have some new information you’d like to share with me now that it’s just us two.” 

“Don’t flatter yourself, Y/L/N.” He pushed the door open, letting himself in before you. You had to push the door yourself as it started to close as soon as you walked in. Draco scoffed making his way to the corner of the room. “He should be coming in soon. He had to step out for a moment.”

“Are you staying here to keep me company?” You questioned, a bit of a hopeful tone to your voice. 

“No.” He replied. “I got myself detention with Dumbledore. I’m just waiting for him to tell me what I need to do next.”

“And here I thought you just didn’t want me to be lonely.” You teased, trying to break his hard persona. He stared at you blankly, eyes shifting to you as you walked around the room. You looked through the various items, intrigued by some and disgusted by others. Dumbledore was always an odd man, you thought. You stopped in front of the sorting hat, a friend you haven’t talked to in what seemed like forever. “Hello.”

“Ah, Y/N Y/L/N.” It started, scrunching itself as if it was looking down at you. “How are you enjoying Hufflepuff?”

You stiffened at the question, knowing that it would be able to sense any apprehensions in your voice. “It’s alright, I suppose.” 

“Hmm,” It continued, speaking quite loudly. Draco looked up at the sound, fascinated by the conversation taking place. “I was kind enough to place you there. Although we both know where you truly belong.” 

“Maybe I should’ve listened to you.” You confessed. “We both know why I begged for Hufflepuff.”

“Love makes us do foolish things.” 

Draco cleared his throat, uncomfortable with where the conversation was going. He shuffled towards you and the sorting hat, wanting to remind you both that he was still in the room. “What does the hat mean?”

“Nothing.” You brushed it off, not wanting to fully accept your true fate. You and Harry once spoke about it, briefly since neither of you wanted to believe fate. You thought that the hat could be easily persuaded but now you understand that it places you there for a reason, even if you don’t necessarily belong there. You knew you didn’t belong in Hufflepuff, especially given your lineage. 

“Were you not meant to be a Hufflepuff?” 

“I’d rather not talk about it.” 

“I’m just curious.”

“Frankly,” You snapped. “I don’t think it’s any of your business, Malfoy.” 

His face hardened, nostrils flaring. “Watch your mouth, Hufflepuff.”

“Why are you so weird?” 

Draco stumbled back after you asked him the question. His exterior faltered for a moment before he looked even more angry than he originally did. He paced towards you, face a mere few inches away from you by the time he stopped. “I said, watch your mouth.”

“No,” You hissed. “You act so weird with me Malfoy. One second, you’re being vulnerable, like saving me from Umbridge and telling me about the songs your mother used to sing to you. The next, you’re being so ridiculous and uncivilized. Like I just wanted to have a conversation, for Merlin’s sake.”

He stepped away. “I don’t owe you a conversation.”

“Just like I don’t owe you an explanation regarding what house I’m supposed to be in.” 

Draco smirked, his teeth almost shining behind his lips. However, his smile didn’t reach his eyes. His look was vacant. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you spoke like a true Slytherin there.” 

You ran towards him, backing him up against a wall. You placed your arm on his neck, wand in your grasp. You pressed down his throat, making him groan in pain. Tears started to collect in your eyes, anger bubbling up inside of you. “Don’t you dare say that to me ever again.” 

Draco struggled under your touch, not wanting to push you off in fear that he might hurt you. He glared at you, unable to form any coherent words to say back. You pushed him into the corner of the desk before letting him go. He scrambled away from you, rubbing his throat to soothe it. 

“Y/N.”

You gasped at the familiar voice, anger automatically subsiding. You turned around and saw Mr. Diggory standing beside Dumbledore. He held a white box with a yellow bow in his arms. Dumbledore smiled sadly at you as your eyes flickered between the two men. “Mr. Diggory. It’s so nice to see you.”

“You too,” He replied, taking a step towards you. “I figured your birthday would be a better time than any.”

“Draco, you’re dismissed.” Dumbledore stated, allowing him to leave the room for your privacy. 

You heard Draco mutter a “thank you” before making his way out. You watched him walk away, still massaging the area where you hurt him. Before he disappeared into the halls, he sent you one last look, but this time it wasn’t a look of anger. This time it was like he felt sorry for you. And that was the last thing you wanted from anyone. Especially not from Draco Malfoy. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked Mr. Diggory, leaning over to give him a hug. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, things have gotten better.” He said, smiling at you. He looked better. He looked like he was getting sleep now and is taking care of himself. “I actually got you a present. I know we usually spend it together each year. Or at least do something nice. I didn’t want to break tradition, so here.” 

You accepted the box he handed to you, slowly undoing the ribbon on top. There laid a book all about constellations and stars. “Thank you, Mr. Diggory. I love it.”

“I was a bit stuck on what to get you this year. Cedric usually helps me.” He let out a wet chuckle, eyes brimming with tears. “But I remembered how you two had a tradition of watching the stars at night for your birthday. I just wanted to give you something to remind you of him.” 

You laughed, clutching the book close to your heart, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” He started, then he dug through the bag he had with him. He moved things around before pulling out a tattered journal, smiling down at it fondly. “I found this in his things. It’s his journal. It seems private and I don’t want to intrude in his thoughts but I figured you’d want it. I assume he told you everything anyway.” 

You gladly accepted the book, placing it right on top of the other. “I’ll keep it safe.” 

You stayed with Mr. Diggory for a few hours, even past dinner. You two laughed and reminisced about Cedric and the things you two used to do together. Before he left, he assured you that he’ll stay in touch. You didn’t know how truthful he’d been when he said that but oddly enough, you were okay with it. These talks with him, even if they were not frequent, meant the world to you. 

Instead of going back to the dormitories, you walked towards the garden, wanting to indulge in your space with Cedric. You quietly creeped down the passageway and made your way to the spot that you used to love. It seemed so different without him. It was almost scary. 

You looked around, suddenly more aware of the odd noises coming from the bushes and the sounds of the winds that seemed to caution you from being here alone. You don’t remember them being there. But then again, Cedric’s laughter drowned out any other noise. 

You laid there for some time, eyes closed, letting the stars and the moon illuminate the tears rolling down your face. Life seemed so wrong without him. You began to remember your birthday from the previous year, how Cedric surprised you with flowers on your desk in your first class of the day. You always wondered how he managed to sneak that in despite not being in the class but he was the Golden Boy, everyone loved him. He greeted you outside the door of your class, with a smile so wide, it almost looked like it hurt. He picked you up from the ground and spun you three times, making you squeal in delight. He mumbled “happy birthday” and wishes into your hair. He snuck you down to the passageway that night, even smuggling a piece of cake he stole from the kitchen that you two indulged together under the glow of the moon. Cedric told you he loved you a million times over and you didn’t once get tired of hearing it. 

Your eyes opened when you heard a twig snap in the distance. You sat up, quickly looking in every direction. You heard some movement to your left, getting up to inspect it. You had your wand in your hand, ready in case you were in danger. After a while of looking and not seeing anything, you gave up your search. As you were about to sit back down, you could’ve sworn you saw a head of blonde hair fading away in the distance. But it could’ve just easily been your eyes playing tricks on you.

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White Lies and Dark Truths (Ch 3)

Hello lovelies! This is the third and final chapter to the story I’m writing for @obsessedwithrandomthings​‘s writing challenge for getting 500 followers.

The prompts I chose were <<You know what? Fuck you!>> and <<I’m done pretending. You can leave>>

All’s well that ends well :) .

Gif not mine, credits to @d-r-a-c-o---m-a-l-f-o-y​

Apparently, he’d prayed too hard, and his wishes had come true.

He’d perished. Definitely.

Draco was inside his room in the dorms, sitting on the bed and brooding over the not-so-recent events.

He’d kissed Solana, about a week earlier, and he hadn’t seen her since then.

Not a soul knew of what had happened outside the castle, and if it were up to him nobody ever would, though it would only be fair if she went and told the whole world. He had expected it in the beginning, to be honest, but no one had come up to him to talk about it, not even Pansy.

That meant Solana kept the story to herself.

It hurt even more, mistrusting the person he loved, especially upon finding out that all his accusations were unfounded… But he knew she had every right to hurt him.

Still... It wasn’t this he had in mind when he said he wanted to succumb.

The next trip to Hogsmeade loomed over their heads. No turning point this time, unfortunately.

Even a bad one would have been good; it would mean he could still do something about the whole ordeal. Stagnation let his wounds fester, so he spent all his free time cooped up in his room.

He was going mad.

If only someone had warned him that even pretending to date Solana Kenneth would make him fall in love with her head over heels...

Would he have believed them? After all, she was just a filthy mudblood, and he was a pureblood that came from an ancient and noble lineage. He didn’t have time for her.

She was everything he wasn’t, the exact opposite.

That probably meant that she was happy. Incredibly so.

Contrary to what he told her, he did not ask Pansy to be his date. Absolutely.

He just wanted to hurt her. Knowing how much he’d succeeded, however, made him sick.

What made him even sicker was the sight he was met with as he headed toward the Three Broomsticks.

Solana was walking in his direction. Not toward him, just in his direction.

The first thing he noticed was her smile; it always dazzled him, and it made her lips look even more kissable.

The twinkle in her obsidian eyes was second, but not less beautiful. Then came her luscious brown hair that stopped at her shoulder and framed her dark-skinned face so nicely.

The young wizard silently thanked the snow for the redness on his face, otherwise, he would have had to explain to his companions why the presence of the Gryffindor was making him blush. Oh, how he hated it.

So much.

Luckily, he’s gotten quite good at hiding his feelings.

He also hated that she was as beautiful as usual, maybe more.

What made him feel like someone plunged a knife in his back was the wizard on her arm.

Dark, unruly hair, glasses, Gryffindor scarf...

It was him. Harry Potter.

They looked so cosy, so sickeningly sweet...

Solana was on a date with Harry F*****g Potter.

Draco saw red for a moment.

Jealous swirled violently in him, threatening to cause a violent outburst.

Then, everything turned blue.

The possessiveness he felt transformed into wistfulness, heartache for what could have been his but he was too stupid to cherish.

As he had predicted, she was happy. Nauseatingly so. With him, of all people.

Well, he reflected with a sigh, the important thing was that she was happy.

She deserved it, just like he deserved the sadness that hung over him like a grey, rainy cloud.

Thus thinking he spun on his heels, intent on putting as much distance as possible between him and Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy and any other person... Most importantly, between himself and the lovey-covey couple that almost made him throw up his breakfast just moments before.

A few hours later Draco was walking in the snow, a little far from the village but still close enough that he could see it. He spotted the sign of Madam Puddifoot’s and inevitably wondered if Sainted Potter has taken his girl there.

The mental image alone made him queasy.

He was so distracted that he bumped into someone

<<Watch where you’re going, you filthy little->>

His breath was knocked out of his lungs.

The first thing he noticed was her smile; it always dazzled him, and it made her lips look even more kissable.

The twinkle in her obsidian eyes was second, but not less beautiful. Then came her luscious brown hair that stopped at her shoulder and framed her dark-skinned face so nicely

<<Solana...>>

<<Malfoy>>

Draco gulped

<<What... What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with your date?>> He spat the last word venomously, trying to disguise his agony.

To no avail

<<Well, I guess I should... If any of it were real>>

Silence enveloped them for a while.

His brain galloped a mile a minute, and yet, it was still unable to grasp the meaning of her words.

Or maybe it wasn’t, and he had understood... He just couldn’t bring himself to believe it

<<Wha->>

She smirked slightly

<<Does it hurt? Does it hurt to be stabbed in the back by someone you, I dare say, care about?>>

Silence again, but for a shorter interval this time

<<You’re telling me it was a ploy?>>

<<Just like yours, Malfoy>>

Once more, he wondered why she hadn’t been sorted into Slytherin.

Maybe they could have avoided all the mess. But in that case... He would have never even spoken to her, missing out on something grand…

Yeah, a grand agony.

Or maybe…

<<You are evil>>

<<Says you. You’re the one who struck first>>

<<You did this while you were perfectly aware of my feelings for you, of how deep they are! I only planned on making you develop a crush on me!>>

The fire from the day before returned.

That was why she belonged in Gryffindor

<<How can I trust you? How could I believe in your feelings for me? How could I believe they were real?>>

<<They are real, unfortunately for me! And pardon my curiosity->>

So much sarcasm

<<But if you didn’t think I care for you, why would you organise a fake date with Potter?>>

<<I just planned to annoy you, not stoking you so much...>>

She faltered.

Good, he seethed; she was finally understanding

<<Well thank you, Kenneth>> He growled <<Thank you for delivering the final, fatal stab>>

The blond spun on his heels and prepared to walk away, but something stopped him.

A soft, curvy and very feminine body bumped square into him, knocking him to the ground. She straddled him and grabbed the lapels of his jacket, pulling his face close to hers

<<How is it that I’m always the one who has to apologise?>>

<<I apologised last time, Kenneth. Now it’s your turn>>

<<You’re an asshole>>

<<And you’re a demon>>

<<Just->>

The young wizard cut her off like the last time they spoke, kissing her again. He pulled away after a while, but there was no smile on his face

<<I’m done pretending. You can leave. You got what you wanted>>

The brunette broke out of her trance, shaking her head

<<No, I haven’t>>

<<Do you need to hurt me more?>>

<<No>>

<<Then what is it that yo->>

This time she cut him off, pressing her lips to his.

It lasted just a moment, enough to both make him feel like he was dreaming and make him know it was real

<<So... Solana...>>

<<Will you shut up and kiss me, Draco?>>

He unexpectedly flipped them over, making her squeal

<<With pleasure, darling>>

They made out on the snow like there was no tomorrow. They weren’t even worried about getting caught.

A few days later Solana was walking with her friends in the corridor when a group of first-year Slytherins stopped in front of her

<<Look, it’s the fool!>> They mocked 

<<Hello, Kenneth! Are you ready for the next date with Draco?>>

<<Hogsmeade every time... It must be getting boring!>>

The two girls who walked with the brunette rolled their eyes, ready to tell them off, but someone beat them to it

<<Actually>> Draco began, walking toward her <<This time I’m planning on taking her somewhere special>> He purred, cupping her chin in his hand.

The witch beamed

<<Mh... This sentence could be misunderstood, you know>>

<<I said what I said, darling. To avoid misinterpretations, I’ll follow through with both threats>>

<<Fine by me>>

The first years could only gape, along with everyone else close by, when the two leaned in for a kiss.

Now there were both finally, unbelievably happy.

[joosjehartman]

There are so many [Harry Potter character] x reader posts on here and I’m loving them😍😍 I wrote a Harry Potter fan-fiction book and I thought I’d share some of the chapters on here! It’s called Visions and it takes place during Goblet of Fire. Enjoy <3

Prologue:

There is nothing worse than being forced to spend time with a bully. How did I get myself into this situation in the first place?

I guess it started when I was nine and my parents moved us back to the UK. They wanted to go to my dad's hometown now that his mother had gotten sick. I was just one year old when they moved to the US, so I didn't really know my grandmother, but this way I could meet her before she would pass away.

I am what my parents call a Pureblood. I don't like to call myself that; it gives the impression that I'm a better witch than someone with No-Maj parents, which is not true at all. They were very skeptical of sending me to a No-Maj primary school, but they really did not have any choice. They both worked through the day so they couldn't home school me. This way I had to act like a No-Maj during the day, but I didn't mind. Most of the No-Majs I met were nicer than any wizard kids I was forced to hang out with on Long Island.

Hanging out with No-Majs was not at all a problem. I thought that they were very interesting and clueless, which made them kind of cute, I guess. My life changed, though, when some kids in my class started this magic game every time the teacher left. At one point some kid screamed Abracadabra (it sounded like another curse though) and I jumped behind a desk. All the kids looked at me in surprise and my friend Jannet, who believed I was just playing along, told me I had great acting skills. I smiled at her awkwardly and told her that I'd think about pursuing a career. I looked around and saw this blond kid called Dragon or something sitting almost traumatized behind a chair. I knew he was like me. And that's when my problems started.

I walked up to him and he just looked at me with this scared look on his face. "You should get up", I told him and lend him my hand. "People may think you're different". And I winked at him. He grabbed my hand and got up. The rest of the day I noticed someone staring at me, but I only paid attention to the teacher, who was teaching us how to multiply.

After school, the blond boy came up to me and my friends. I was startled because in the couple of months that I'd been at this school, I had never once heard him speak. His voice was much higher than I'd expected. Almost girly. "You're like me", he said in a whisper. The girls around me looked confused so I grabbed Dragon by his arm and pulled him away.

"Dragon, you shouldn't say that when there are No-Majs around" I told him sternly.

"What's a No-Maj? And my name's Draco by the way."

"Sorry, 'Muggles' is what you call them. And yes I am like you." I replied. Draco looked at me in awe. His look quickly turned to confusion, though when he looked around at my friends. "Why do you hang out with that lot then?" He asked with disgust around his face.

I really hated the disgust magical folk felt for No-Majs. MACUSA even forbids the interaction between non-magical and magical people. It's not that I wasn't used to the aversion to No-Majs, it just didn't sit right with me.

"They're my friends", I told Draco confidently. I didn't care if he didn't like that. Who was he to tell me what to think?

I was expecting some mean and condescending remark, but instead the boy got very insecure. "Would you maybe want to be my friend. I don't really have any. When I was in year 3 there was this accident and since then everyone thinks I'm weird." I was taken aback from his question. Come to think of it I had never seen him with friends. I did hear my friends call him weird once, but I thought that's what they thought of all the boys in our class. I did think that it would be nice to have a wizard as a friend. It is quite frustrating to not be able to fully be yourself around your friends. I smiled at him. "Sure, Draco, I'll be your friend", I told him.

Since that day we pretty much hung out everyday. I wouldn't say we were best friends, because I got pretty bothered about his Pureblood comments. My parents were more than happy that I became friends with someone from a wizarding family. Especially since he was a Malfoy. I didn't realize at the time that that was such a big deal. I guess the size of Draco's house should have been my clue. Whenever my parents picked me up after a playdate they would suck up to the Malfoys and, I don't know how or when, but our families actually became friends. This meant dinner almost every week.

At school Draco and I also hung out a lot. My friends started warming up to him, but he didn't really return the favor. My best friend Jannet had asked me why Draco's face was always scrunched up whenever she was around, I told her that he was allergic to her cat.

Draco started calling me R, as if Ari wasn't short enough.

A week before my eleventh birthday, 6th of June, my parents had organized a party. They were very excited for my letter to arrive. Draco's birthday was the day before mine. He got his letter on the morning of the 5th, so all through that day he couldn't stop gloating.

My party was the next day, but obviously I couldn't invite any of my No-Maj friends. I had told them about my sick grandma and that it was best if not too many people would come over, so she wouldn't risk getting any nasty virus. They understood.

Draco had stayed over at my place the night before, because he wanted to be there when I opened my letter. Really nice I thought, but once the letter came, he had already grabbed it before I could see it. "It's exactly the same as yours, Draco! Give it to me, I want to read it!" Grumpily he gave it back.

Dear miss Mills,

We are pleased to inform you.... blah blah blah.

I didn't really see how this letter was so special, but I guess the letter confirmed my magical status and therefore was of significance? It made my mom cry.

"Oh sweet Ariel, this is so wonderful", she sobbed. My dad was holding her. I could see him holding back tears. I hugged them and whisper shouted: "Mom, you're embarrassing me!"

"I'm sorry honey, I'm just so proud." She said and let out another loud sob.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed, I think it's nice", said Draco, sadness spreading over his face.

Soon after that, my mom dropped us of at school. All day long Draco and I discussed our Hogwarts future in hushed voices. We were both certain we would be sorted in Slytherin like our parents before us. I joked that green wouldn't look good on me, but he assured me that it woud look great.

Time flew by and before I knew it, summer holiday had ended. All my No-Maj friends were going to schools nearby, but I told them that I would be attending boarding school in Scotland, which is the truth in a way. Draco and I would be going to Kings Cross separately, because my parents wanted a last goodbye in private, which I was grateful for because they were very embarrassing. After about 5000 bone-crushing hugs, my parents let me go, and I got on the train just as the whistle blew.

"R, down here", I heard Draco say. I followed him as we entered a compartment. Two very large and scary boys were already sitting there. Draco introduced them as Crabbe and Goyle. I wanted to ask what their first names were, but Draco had already whipped out his wand and was boasting about it. I hadn't seen him since the beginning of the summer, since my family decided to go to New York to visit some old friends. We didn't go to Ollivander's together like we had planned, but it didn't upset me that much. I thought that buying a wand was quite an intimate occasion and I rather wanted to do it with my family. My wand was of hawthorn wood with a unicorn hair core and was about 10 ¼  inches long. Short, like me. I was quite happy with it. Draco's wand was of the same wood and had the same core. I thought Draco's was quite simple, but it had a sense of elegance. Mine was prettier though.

"Did you hear?" Draco asked. I looked at him puzzlingly. "Apparently Harry Potter is in our year", he told us. Unlike most wizarding kids, I never grew up with stories about the legendary Harry Potter. Draco had told me about Harry Potter and You-Know-Who, when I was 10. He was some sort of a legend who defeated an evil wizard when he was just a baby. I always thought Draco was messing with me, but apparently the Boy Who Lived was real. Draco, Crabbe and Goyle went out to search for him on the train, but I didn't feel like going. Instead, I quickly changed into my Hogwarts uniform. When I was dressed, a girl and very upset boy came by to ask if I'd seen a toad, but I hadn't. They went away.

When we arrived at the station, some large man escorted us to some boats. I was in a boat with the boys I shared the compartment with, but our boat seemed to have a hard time keeping up with the others. Probably the weight of the two large boys that sat behind Draco and I. I wanted to point this out to Draco, but he had been in a bad mood ever since he came back from his Potter Safari.

The castle was very impressive. It was huge and the grounds didn't seem to end. All the kids around me seemed to be as amazed as I am.

Before we knew it a tall and slim witch called professor McGonagall was telling us about the houses and explaining what would happen when we would enter the Great Hall. Once McGonagall mentioned Slytherin, Malfoy looked at me and I smiled back.

After a while Draco's name was called and the blond boy walked up to the stool. The singing hat was not even touching his head when the Sorting Hat bellowed: "Slytherin!". He looked at me and I gave him a thumbs up. He mouthed at me: "You're next", and I nodded.

"Mills, Ariel", called Professor McGonagall and I stepped forward. The giant hat fell over my eyes blocking my view of the hall. I felt all eyes on me and my nerves were killing me. I obviously wouldn't be a great Gryffindor.

"Ah, another Mills", said the hat quietly. "Considering your family's history, I would seriously consider placing you in Slytherin. Your mind, however, argues something else. Best put you in... RAVENCLAW!" He yelled the last word. The table filled with young witches and wizards sporting blue ties stood up and clapped.

Obviously shocked I walked over to the table. I didn't know how to feel. I looked over at the Slytherin table and I saw Malfoy looking angrily back. He quickly looked away, leaving me hurt. I said down next to a blond girl who was sorted into Ravenclaw not long before me.

During the feast, I looked back one more time, but Draco had turned away and was now stabbing his food with his fork. I could hear something along the lines of "my father...." but that was the last I'd heard.

All year Draco Malfoy had been a real pain in the ass. When I had informed my parents of my house they didn't reply for almost a month, but they had ultimately decided that they were happy for me. All through year two and three, I would hear terms as "bloodtraitor" or "mugglefriend" from Draco, but I ignored him. Every time he would get near me I would turn around and walk away. Luckily, he greatest hobby was pestering Harry Potter.

Every summer I had gotten out of my parents dinner plans with the Malfoys until the summer between year three and year four, when my parents had brought me to a very important dinner with many Slytherin alumni. I was being forced to see my bully again. Who knew how this would end?

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Sister

Chapter One

Chapter Two

I woke up and looked in the mirror. I starred at my scar. I finally know how I got it. Voldemort cursed my half brother, Harry Potter, and since we’re twins it somehow cursed me as well. I can’t believe I didn’t put two and two together. We literally have the same scar, in the same place, how could that be a coincidence? It makes sense as to why my father looked at Harry with worry, he knew this would happen. My pet owl started hooting at me.

“Saint, can’t you tell that this is not the time?” I said, turning to my all black owl. As I glanced over, my clock had said 10:00, I missed breakfast, and now I am missing my History of Magic class. I know I shouldn’t be missing class, but I can’t bring myself to face the school, they all would know by now, word travels fast. My biggest concern was facing my new found brother. 

It’s about 12 right now, which is lunch time. I still chose to stay in my room, not wanting to deal with anyone quite yet, also didn’t want to be reprimanded by my father for missing his class. As I sat looking in the mirror, I heard a small knock on my door.

“(Y/N), I know you could use someone to talk too.” The familiar voice said. I decided it was best to talk about the situation. I got up and walked to the door.

“Hermoine, you know you’re not suppose to be up in the Slytherin’s dorm.” I sighed.

“No one had the guts to come and talk to you.”

“Why?” I said confused.

“Well.. as a first year, you know more than most do. People slightly fear you because you’re so much more advanced than the rest of us. We didn’t know if you were angry. Not that we think you’d hurt anyone.” SHe rambled on.

I am fine.” 

“Stop saying that. It’s not just me who ais worried about you. Every single house is. The professor’s are. Malfoy and his dynamic duo approached the Gryffindor table asking about you. He was going to come up here if one of I hadn’t.” She said. I smiled, Hermoine may belong to a different house but I know she’s going to become my best friend.

“If you don’t want to talk to me, at least talk to them.” 

“Oh Hermoine.” I said, crying, yet again. She sat there hugging me. “I just don’t know how I am feeling anymore. Part of me is angry that my mother didn’t want me, I want to be angry with Harry because she chose him. But I can’t be. He grew up without parents. I feel bad for avoiding him I just don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do.”

“(Y/N)!” Hermoine exclaimed.

“What?” 

“You didn’t tell me you were a metomorphmagus!!” She smiled.

“I’m not?” I questioned.

“As you were talking, as your emotions changed, your hair color changed. When you were talking about being angry, you hair turned a fiery red, when you started feeling sad about Harry, it was a pale blue. Now it’s a light grey turning back to your natural dark hair.”

“Whoa, I never knew I could do that!” I laughed.

“You know (Y/N), you should probably get some quidditch practice in. Tomorrow’s your first match.” She smiled. She was completely right, I had forgotten all about it.

“You’re right, I can get flying practice in while everyone else is in their one o’clock classes.” I smiled. I hugged Hermoine.

“I’ll walk you down.” She smiled. As we walked towards the practice field, I felt all the eyes on us, Hermoine gave my hand a reassuring squeeze to remind me that she’s there for me. when we got to the empty field, I summoned my broomstick. I turned to Hermoine and gave her a warm smile. She smiled back and began walking away. I mounted my broomstick when I heard her call my name.

“(Y/N)!!” She yelled, I turned back to her, as if to say yes. “Kick some Ravenclaw butt tomorrow.” She smiled and left.

When I was on my broomstick nothing else mattered, I always wore a smile of pure joy. I must’ve been on the broomstick for hours perfecting my techniques because it was definitely almost pitch black. I would’ve kept riding until I heard someone call my name.

“Snape!” The voice said. I knew exactly who it was. I lowered my broom to the ground and got off, walking towards the voice, not being able to see where I was going. I pulled out my wand a whispered “Lumos.”

“Good evening Draco.” I smiled, something about him made me feel warm inside.

“You seem prepared for tomorrow’s match.” He smiled.

“I hope so, being a first year and the seeker adds a whole lot of pressure.”

“From what I just observed you’ll do fine. I just wanted to say good luck tomorrow.” He said, walking away.

“Thank you!” I smiled. “Oh, and Malfoy?” 

“Yes?” He turned.

“Thank you for being concerned about me earlier, it was... sweet of you.” I smiled. 

“Oh, yeah, that was uh nothing.” He blushed and he began walking away.

“Malfoy!” I said, once more.

“Yeah?” He laughed.

“Walk with me to the common room?” I smiled.

“I’d love too.” 

“You know, you’re not so bad.” I smiled to him.

“Wow, neither are you.” He laughed back. Draco and I talked for what felt like hours. I really hit it off with him.

“Are you going to come watch me play?” I smiled at him.

“I wouldn’t wanna miss the first quidditch match, or miss you play.” He smiled. I let off a slight blush.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow than?”

“Goodnight Snape.” He said.

“Goodnight Malfoy.” I said before heading to my dorm for a good night’s sleep.

I woke up and put my quidditch robes on, today’s the day. The first match of the season. Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw. I put my hair into half up and half down space buns and braided my side hairs and headed to breakfast.

“Look at you (Y/N), you rock the quidditch uniform.” Draco said as I walked past, “whoa, your hair!”

“(Y/N), your hair is a blush pink.” Hermione came up and whispered. My face went pink.

“Oh no, Malfoy’s gonna know I have a slight crush.” I was so embarrassed.

“Oh (Y/N), your hair is yellow now, you’re embarrassed.” Hermione moaned.  I mouthed thank you to her as I sat with with Draco and his friends. I was all nervous throughout breakfast, Draco knew, but I didn’t know if it was because my hair changed color again or what. After a bit, in came owls, mail time.

“Whoa look at that big package.” Crabbe said. As if on que, the package dropped in front of me. My eyes went big.

“Well Snape!! Open it!” Goyle said. So I did, my eyes went even bigger.

“A custom Nimbus 2000?!” Crabbe said. I looked at the handle and carved into it said, “Good luck (Y/N), thank you for befriending our son. - the Malfoys” My hair had to have gone back to blush pink, Malfoy talked about me to his parents.

“You’ll have to tell your parents I said thank you.” I smiled. Malfoy nodded. My nerves calmed down after that.

Soon enough it was time for the first quidditch match. I remained in the great hall to talk to my family.

“Aww, the best of luck!!” Aunt Minerva said, kissing my cheek. “I’ll be cheering you on from the scoreboard.”

“You’ve got this sweetheart.” Uncle Flitwick chimed in. “Although, Ravenclaw will win.” He winked.

“Look at my sweet daughter, about to kick butt in her first quidditch match. I am so proud of you! Good luck!” My dad kissed my forehead. I was ready to do this. I headed to the locker room.

“Snape! You need to be on your A game, we have to win this.” Captain Marcus Flint said.

“You got it!” I smiled. I was confident in this, I had been practicing and practicing, I knew my broom techniques and flying techniques all to well, I got this.

“The first match of the season, Slytherin against Ravenclaw. Coming onto the field is Ravenclaw, led by Captain Davies, who’s full of upper class men.” Jordan Lee announced. “On the other side of the field, we have Slytherin, led by Captain Flint, his team has all strong candidates of upper class men, and one first year, (Y/N) Snape, who is rumored to be an outstanding quidditch player.”

The game began, I kept my eye open for the golden snitch. My eyes scanned the crowds, in the sea of maroon in Gryffindor’s section I noticed a lot of dark green. I squinted to get a better look at who it was. Hermione had gotten the Weasley boys and Harry to wear green with her, to support me. I smiled at her. I continued to scan the crowd and noticed Malfoy with the biggest grin on his face, I smiled back. As I looked at Malfoy I spotted the snitch, I zoomed towards it. Soon enough the Ravenclaw seeker spotted what I was after and joined me. We chased it and chased it. We must’ve been 25 feet in the air, the Ravenclaw seeker backed down, seemed to be scared of heights. I neared the snitch and I was close to snatching it when my broom went out of control. I hung on for life. It was throwing me around like I was riding a bull. I reached out my hand, in hopes to grab the snitch. I closed my hand and next thing I knew I was hurling towards the ground.

Sorry, it’s late, I’ve been busy busy this week.

I hope you’re enjoying the story so far!

Sidenote: As for the daily imagines, those will only be Monday-Friday, excluding Wednesday’s because that’s this story update day. I won’t post on holidays either.