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Draco Malfoy x fem! potter! reader

Harry Potter x fem! twin! Reader

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Summary: Y/n and Draco have been dating in secret for a while but how will her family react when they find out?

Warnings: swearing, kissing, allusions to sex, mentions of food, sex, drinking and eating, lil more angsty in some places than I meant for, argument, shouting, drunk Lily and Remus at the end

A/n: 5.8k words, couldn’t help but add some Draco fluff in there, no voldy au, Wolfstar has an adopted daughter whose older than the reader but her name isn’t mentioned, oh and I wrote more than I intended because as per usual I got carried away, there may be a few mistakes in this one and I am so sorry, I am happy with how this turned out as I was a little nervous with the story line I went for x enjoy!

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You fiddled with your jumper, pulling it down gently to make sure Draco’s shirt wasn’t visable in any way. Once you were happy you picked up your bag checking you had everything, your wand, your dads cloak and in particular the marauders map which you stole from Harry’s dorm earlier

As you were about to zip up your bag when the door to your dorm opened abruptly, hitting the wall as it did, revealing your brother being backed into the room by Ginny whist making out “Evening” you say amused, scaring them half to death

They jump apart, relaxing as they see you although Harry looks a little embarrassed “Hi y/n” Ginny smiles “I thought you’d be away by now sorry” she lets out a giggle

“Hey Gin, no worries I’m just leaving now” you say with a smile beginning to walk by them “I’m not ready to be an aunt yet so be safe” you nudge Harry who lets out some kind of noise looking mortified “Have fun” you sing as you close the door behind you, oh merlin did you love to tease your twin

Making your way down the stairs you wave at Neville as he sits in the corner with Seamus and Dean before heading to the door, but as you are about to exit you hear your brothers voice “Y/n!”

You spin around spotting him jogging up to you “Hey…wow you work fast” you jest wiggling your eyebrows

“Ha ha very funny” he deadpans but you can see the blush creeping on his face “I was wondering if you’ve seen the map or Ron and Hermione” he inquires

Fuck, you think, of course now he notices, it’s only been going missing for near 5 years “Nope” you lie before tilting your head “What does Ron and Mione got to do with it?” you question

“Me and Gin think they’ve started hooking up” he explains

“Finally” you say with a chuckle, relaxing a little knowing he’s not quite figured it out yet

He nods “I know long time coming believe me. Anyway, if you do see them let me know because I think they’re the ones nicking the map every week…I’m not mad just curious” he says genuinely “and...I may also have a bet on it with Gin” you giggle at that

“Sure thing and same, I’ve got one on it with Georgie…” and Dray “Nice chatnbut I’ve really gotta get going” you give him a smile before starting backing out of the common room

“Where you off to by the way?” your brother inquires

Merlin can’t a gal sneak off to see her boyfriend in peace anymore? “Just have some astronomy work I need to do because I fucked it last time…oh I borrowed the cloak so I can sneak easier on the way back” you quickly clarify “Hope that’s alright”

He seems to buy it “Yeah course sis” he gives you a small side hug “You want me to pack up some stuff for you if you’re going to be late?” he offers knowing you all have to get up early for the train back home tomorrow

You’re eyes light up but you also feel a twinge of guilt in your stomach “Yeah that would be great thanks” you reach out giving his arm a little squeeze before heading off

Sneaking into the Slytherin common room was almost second nature to you now, with Draco slipping you the password and your dads cloak it was a piece of cake. You pushed the door gently open to Draco’s dorm, you hated his father but the private room he got for his son undeniably helped with keeping your relationship a secret.

You and he had been dating since 5th year but had been friends long before that, unlike your brother your introduction to Draco was a lot nicer, even if it only happened to be around 5 minutes apart. You had walked right into him on the train, then asked if you had seen a boy matching your brothers’ description to which told you to away from him because he was a wanker and you replied teasingly ‘That’s kinda hard but I know what you mean, we did share a womb’

After that you didn’t really speak until you were paired together the following year, finding that you both rather enjoyed the others company and hence began sneaking around. As the years went by you slowly develop crushes on one another, the yule ball being the point you both realised it, seeing him with Pansy and you with George killed the two of you, of course neither worked out, both of you realising your dates were actually your best friends not potential lovers. After that night your hugs were just that little bit longer, touches lingering, talks deeper and the tension between the two of you only kept growing, so much it took less than a week into your 5th year before he finally kissed you

You dropped your bag lightly, smiling as you saw Draco’s sleeping figure. Pulling your jumper over your head you draped it over the chair by his desk, quickly slipping off your shoes along with your jeans before you climbed into bed next to him. You smiled as you cuddled into him, hand slithering around his torso and your head nuzzling into the side of his chest

He hummed in his sleep, stirring as you gently left a couple of kisses on his jaw “Evening love” you feel his voice vibrate from his chest, arms coming to wrap around you as he pressed his lips against the top of your head

“Hi Dray” you smile into his chest “You don’t mind the surprise visit, do you?” you check, tugging on your bottom lip

His lips turn up “Never when it comes to you my love” he finally opens his eyes looking down at you with the softest smile he reserved for those he loved most

You lean up kissing his lips tenderly “I’m going to miss you” you pout burying your head into the crook of his neck

“Me too” he replies with a sad smile “It’s only two weeks this time” he strokes your hair, heart aching at the thought of not being able to hold, let alone speak to you for so long

You nod gently into him before placing a kiss “Can I stay here the night?” you mumble into his skin

He nods “Of course baby” he squeezes you gently “Want me to dig out the alarm clock?” you pull back nodding but your face is sad “Love” he cups your face

“What are we going to do when we graduate?” you ask quietly, maybe it was the impending distance that brought this on but it was something you needed to think about

He shakes his head “I don’t know” his thumb strokes your cheek before tracing over your lips lightly “But we’ll figure that out together” he assures you before thinking for a second “I’ll have full access to my Gringotts account on my birthday so even if I’m disowned…” he says the last word quieter “…we’d still have money”

You mouth parts in a happy shock before you smirk a little “You realise I too am rich…not Malfoy rich but enough that I could take care of you” you assure him, bopping his nose

He chuckles “How about I buy us a place to live and you decorate it, you’ve always had the better sense of style” he kisses your forehead

You nod “Fine but it needs to be a cute cottage and pets count as décor, right?” you tilt your head a playful look painting your face

“Anything you want” he says truly, smiling at you in complete admiration “But right now we sleep” he places a lingering kiss to your lips

As he breaks away you pull him in again “I’m not very sleepy” you mumble into his lips

“I see how it is” he replies lifting your hips on top of him “Just here for one last shag eh?” he shakes his head pouting teasingly

“I can leave if you-” he doesn’t even let you finish before he’s sitting up and pulling you in for another kiss

The next morning was a blur, hurrying back from Draco’s dorm at 5am to try and grab some extra sleep and pack before you had to rush to the station. You used to sit with Harry, Ron and Hermione but after making friends with Neville and Luna you now sat with them, you loved it but as a twin you missed your brother dearly even on a short journey like this.

After saying your farewells to Luna and Neville, you find Harry, seeing him wave at Ron, Hermione and Ginny as they headed off “See you soon” you shout towards them as you approach your brother, earning a ‘byes’ and ‘miss yous’ from them before you turned to give him a hug “Hey” you smile into the embrace but something felt off “You aright?” you pull back looking at him with concern

“Yeah” he confirms but his smile is strange

As you were about to question it you felt someone bump into you “Watch it” they snap and your heart skips as you recognise the voice

“Me watch it? I think you need to get your eyes checked Malfoy” you clap back with a challenging smirk

“Of course out of everyone its the Potters that are blind as bats” he teases with his own smirk, eyes trailing up and down you in particular, you look cute in that lovely, he places the thought into your head, it was times like this you actually loved Snape for teaching him how to do that

“Fuck off Malfoy” Harry says harshly, grabbing your arm and your bags before pulling you away quickly

Did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Draco looks at you surprised, sure he and Harry were enemies but your brother was never one to get angry for nothing.

You just shrug discreetly mouthing ‘love you’ seeing him return it before Harry dragged you out of his sight “Harry!” you hit his hand as you get out of the station “What’s wrong?” you weren’t mad at him just worried about him, did something happen on the train you didn’t know about?

He looks around “What’s wrong?” he repeats back to you before pulling out the map “What’s wrong is you lied to me” he looks at you betrayed, hand clutching the paper in what you can’t tell is either anger or disappointment, perhaps a mix of the two?

Your mouth parts, oh Godric he knows, you panic, breathing picking up “Harry…” you start but the confrontation is cut off by your parents

“Harry! Y/n!” your father calls out

You turn your head at them still processing while Harry quickly stuffs the map back into his bag “This isn’t over” he whispers to you quickly before turning to your parents “Hi!”

“Hey” you say with a fake smile, you were happy to see your parents but the thought that Harry knew made you feel sick

Harry didn’t know you had been stealing the map at first, he just assumed you had been borrowing it to pull pranks or for sneaking off to the kitchens after curfew. However, since you’d returned for 5th year he noticed it going missing more often and now he was dating Ginny this year he finally observed how you also didn’t return to your dorm some nights, the map always coincidentally gone every time. He thought maybe it was like him with Ginny, trying to keep a new relationship quiet until you figured it out but even then, he had told about his feeling for Ginny because he needed advice pursuing them, so it hurt that you didn’t do the same

He did try to figure out who the person was, he ruled out someone in Gryffindor pretty quickly, for a while he thought maybe it was Luna and you were nervous because it was a girl, but then he came across her hanging out with Ginny on one of the nights you were gone and that theory was thrown out the window. Eventually he decided to nick the map back, swiping it from your bag last night before you left, watching as you headed down to the dungeons. He then began to understand why you were so secretive and didn’t tell him, you were dating a Slytherin, but the bit that made his blood boil was the ones whose dorm you entered

The thought of the boy who was his literal nemesis and his sister together made sick to his stomach, he felt so betrayed and wanted in that moment to march down there, confront you both but more importantly beat the blonde to a pulp. He eventually calms himself, okay he realised you had the cloak and there was no logical way he could get in there but still baby steps. As Ginny fell asleep in his arms he lay staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep at the thought you, his sister, his twin spending the night with him, his enemy, his bully.

He always knew you were softer with Slytherins, a trait you got from Lily as you often gave the twins a piece of your mind when the targeted those just because they were Slytherin, and you defended some of them. But Draco? The boy that called Hermione a mudblood the first time they met, insulted Ron for his family’s situation, bullied him and many others countless times, that Draco, how could you?

He pretended to be asleep when you returned to your dorm, sneaking a glace he saw you looked tired, a little sad and had some purple marks on your neck. In that moment he didn’t know what this was, was it two enemies relieving the tension? Had Draco seduced you to get back at him? He was going to have a civil conversation but when he saw the way Draco’s eyes were on you at the station, the smirk on his face that now had new meaning and he just snapped

The following morning you and Harry hadn’t spoken, luckily your parents nor godparents had noticed probably just assuming you were tired from the train “So I was talking with Molly and thought that we could head the burrow for a breakfast on Christmas day? Maybe we could bring the presents with us?” Your mum suggests with a smile

Both you and Harry perk up at the idea “Can I invite Hermione?” Harry asks as she chops down on a bit of pancake

“She’s already coming, I believe Ron bet you to it” your father wiggles his eyebrows knowingly

“Will you be coming Uncle pads, Uncle moony?” you ask with a small smile whilst trying your best to avoid Harrys eyes

Sirius nods “Yup considering our little pup will be there” he grins at you

“Where is she anyway? I thought the shop was closed for the holidays?” James inquires

Your uncle hums “It is but there is some work that needs to be done” he replies shrugging while Remus and Lily let out small chuckles

“Mum? Uncle?” Harry eyes them as do you although you have a feeling you know what it’s about

Lily and Remus share a look before the latter turns to his husband “You’ve really not caught on yet, have you?” he says amused while you smile knowing for sure what’s going on

Sirius’ face drops “Caught on to what?” he asks baffled

“Oh!” you let out a small giggle as the penny drops for your dad “Which one?” he makes an F with his hands before attempting to do the same a G but gets confused with how to do it

Your godfathers’ eyes widen as his mouth forms an ‘o’ watching your dad still trying to make the letter “Oh no she’s too young for that” he shakes his head wiggling his pointer finger

“She’s almost 20” Your mum interjects “Besides Fred is a nice boy” she says

Remus nods in agreement “I mean he did take her to the yule ball love…all the signs were there” he places his hand over his husbands giving it a little squeeze

“I thought that was just as friends like y/n with the other one” Sirius sits back in his chair like he’s just heard she’s gotten married or something “Still…she too young and Fred is too similar to me” he huffs before eyeing you “You better not get any ideas” he points at you

Harry scoffs “Too late” he says but then his mouth drops, a flash of regret across his face before he looks at you apologetically, sure he was mad but that was nothing compared to if your parents and godparents found out

“Y/n, what is he talking about?” your father looks at you, the look he’d never given you before, usually his stare down was fake because as soon as your mother left he’d be wanting every detail of the prank or mischief you just pulled but right now it was real and it scared you

“Umm…” you flounder trying to speak eyes becoming glassy, your brother while interested in knowing all the details, okay definitely not all the details, felt awful seeing the sister, the sister that was never phased by anything looking so fearful

“Sweetie?” your mother gently prods

Your mouth must have opened countless times before something came out “I was going to tell you after graduation” you saw lowly, Harrys eyebrows knit together, tell you?

“Who?” your dad question, tone almost judgemental

“Jamie” your mum scolds but you can tell she’s eager to know

You stab at the food on your plate “Bit of a double standard guys” you say trying to avoid the subject of who you were dating “Harrys dating Ginny and you pat his back, but when the girls start dating someone we get the third degree”

“Don’t do that” Sirius eyes you “I know that tactic, I taught you that tactic” you knew he was right and now you were screwed

You stay quiet for a second debating your options but none seem great, only idea you could think of was throwing your pancake at him and apparating the fuck out of there “He’s in my year” you admit reluctantly

“House?” your dad inquires

You freeze, eyes flicking to Harry who looks somewhere between worried and disappointed before looking at your mother, giving her pleading eyes as she is the only one at the table that could maybe understand. She seems to catch on, closing her eyes for a second before a reassuring smile emerges on her face, your uncle Remus also catches on while Sirius and James take a few seconds but when they do you grimace at your fathers’ tone

“Oh hell no” your father shakes his head “There is no way you’re allowed to date a Slytherin…I mean I don’t want you dating anyone till your 30 but a snake oh no” he says a little melodramatically

“Are you mad?” your uncle adds earning a nudge followed by an annoyed whisper you couldn’t make out from Remus

“Leave her alone she can make her own decisions” your mother defends you but a part of you knew even that would be short lived once his name was revealed “How long have you been together sweetie?”

“Since the start of 5th year but we had been friends since around out 2nd” you elaborate, seeing your brothers jaw drop in your peripherals

“Since 5th year?” Harry says in shock, his brain trying to process it “Do…do you love him?” he asks warily

You nod “Very much” your eyes start to tear up

“What Slytherin?” your father finally asks the dreaded question and when you don’t answer he and your uncle begin guessing

“Nott?” nothing

“Zabini?” nah da

“Better not be Crabbe or Goyle” that earns a look of disgust “Thank god” your uncle sighs in relief

“Malfoy” Your father says jokingly, your uncle laughing with him but it quickly stops as they see your face “MALFOY!” he says furious

“Dad…” you squeak out

“No” Sirius shakes his head “You can’t be dating my cousin’s purist spawn” he refuses to believe it

You look at your other uncle who looks a little disappointed, your eyes then go to your mum who looks more conflicted than anything else “How could you love someone like him? I thought I raised better” that hurt, your father so enraged he couldn’t register the heartbreak on your face

“You aren’t to see him again” Sirius says your father nodding next to him

“Uncle Remus?” you look at him but he has a look that tells you he does agree with your other uncle and father “Mum” you turn to her, voice cracking

“Sweetie…I don’t...umm” she looks like she’s trying to process but the lack of understanding makes you stand up

“Where are you going? You aren’t leaving until we get to the bottom of this” your father points to the table “Don’t you-” he starts but you apparate away

Your family stares in shock for a few minutes before Lily speaks up “You knew, didn’t you?” she asks looking at Harry who nods slowly

“You told us Malfoy was a prick?” Sirius exclaims “Harry how could you let that ferret wiggling his way-”

“Love” Remus places his hand on Sirius’ back rubbing circles in attempt to calm him “How long have you known?” he then turn to the boy inquiring in a gentler tone

Harry sighs “I knew she was sneaking around with someone but I didn’t know who because she was taking the map with her every time. So last night I stole it and that’s when I saw her meeting Draco…I hadn’t had time with the train and things to talk to her about it” he confesses

“Saw her where on the map?” his father asks in a tone that makes Harry think he’s going to murder someone

“The astronomy tower” he lies

“Where Harry?” his father sees right through them

He closes his eyes “His dorm room” Harry days quietly and that was it for his father and uncle both standing

“Where are you going?” Lily stands up as well

“To get some answers” James replies before walking over, looping his arm with Sirius

Sirius pulls out his wand “And to kick arse” he states before apparating himseld and James

Lily and Remus barely have any time to react to them as Harry stands up “Hon-” she starts but he cuts her off

“Sorry mum but I need to go find y/n” Harry apologises before apparating himself

“Firewhisky?” Remus turns to Lily who looks like in all her years of dealing with four marauders, 3 children of marauders and the entire Weasley clan this is what was going to kill her, not because she was angry at you but from the stress of the situation

“Yes please” she nods quickly

“I’ll get the emergency chocolate too”

Draco sighed as he lay on one of the couches in the library, staring up at the ceiling, it hadn’t even been a day and he already missed you. His thoughts were interrupted by a bang, jolting up as he hears it again almost like someone is trying to break the front door down. Distantly, he hears how he assume can only be Dobby opening the door followed by muffled shouts

Standing up he walked over to the door, heart stopping as he recognised the voice “COUSIN!” Sirius screeched

“What is the meaning of this?” Lucius exclaimed as he greeted their uninvited guests

“Sirius?” Narcissa says completely bewildered as she sees them “Potter?”

Both of them had no idea how to react, even Lucius was concerned by the fury in their eyes but hid it well “Why are you here?” he asks clearly annoyed

“Your son seduced my daughter” James accuses

Draco felt like he was going to throw up, oh Salazar did he have nightmares about this day, it was a good run, he thought placing a mental bet of which of the people in the next room was going to kill him first

“That’s ridiculous” his mother laughs at the notion “The only think we know of your daughter from Draco is how annoying your son is”

“Besides our son already learned his lesson with dating Half-breeds from the Parkinson’s daughter” Lucius states,

Draco jaw clenches at the slur “Don’t you dare call her that!” Sirius speaks up “Where is he?”

Draco didn’t know if he should run, hide or just accept his fate but luckily his mother came to his rescue “He isn’t here” Narcissa replies quickly

“Bullshit” James mutters

“What makes you think they are an item?” Lucius asks sceptically

“Harry caught them and she revealed they’ve been together for over two years” Sirius informs them

He just has to ruin everything, Draco sighs leaning his head on the door not realising it was ajar, stumbling a little as he reveals himself “Oh shit”

“Oh shit is right” James replies

It was safe to say Draco getting your fathers blessing was most like off the table as he and Sirius bolted towards him and then proceed to chase him around the house and surrounding grounds for a good ten minutes before they were all spent, hunched over catching their breath outside in the garden

“Why” James puffs staring up at him

“Why what?” Draco pants brain not quite functioning from the impromptu workout

“Y/n” Sirius runs his hands through his hair, putting it into a bun as if he’s gearing to fight the boy “Explain to us how a bully like yourself manages to worm their way into my goddaughter panties”

“Mate” James shoves him “Terribly worded...” he points at him before Draco “...but you have 1 minute to explain before I catch my breath enough to run again”

“We worked on a project in second year and we became friends, in secret because me and Harry hated each other…” Draco begins explaining only to be cut off

“Why? Jealous of my son?”

“Yeah” Draco to their surprise admits “Harry is better than be at almost everything, he rejected my friendship which in hindsight was fair enough. I was a prick especially in first year but y/n’s friendship helped me realise that all those ideals my parents fed me were crap. And no, it didn’t happen right away and I still called people slurs but she never gave up on me…she never abandoned and I fell head over heels for her” he explains

“Why keep it a secret then?” Sirius asks with a scoff “If you love her so much why hide her like dirty laundry-”

“Pads mate, try to paraphrase in a way that doesn’t make me want to hit you too” James snaps at him before once more turning back to Draco “Again the question stands”

Draco could have laughed at your father and godfather if he didn’t hear the former say ‘too’ in reference to punching “For a few very good reasons” is all he could say

“State them” your father says crossing his arms as he and Sirius waited not so patiently

“Okay…” Draco takes a breath “First, we didn’t know how us being together would work out and…we knew it would cause a tidal wave of gossip…we also didn’t want everyone butting in and watching us constantly, having all of their opinions affecting and putting strain on our relationship” James and Sirius’ face soften as they quickly realise the boy makes valid points “Second when we knew this was real and we were in love we were scared that not only my family but hers would overreact…can you blame us considering…” he gestures to them “And third, we were going to reveal everything but after we graduated, got access to out accounts so if I was disowned or she was we would have funds to rely on”

The last point makes your father think “Wait you and her were planning on what running away together?” that was when Draco saw it hit him, the regret washing over his face, a similar one on Sirius’ as well

“That was plan B” Draco mutters “Hasn’t y/n told you this?” he asks confused as what exactly occurred before he starts to worry

“No…” James shakes his head before he curses “Fuck”

“Where is she?” Draco knew he had no right to ask but he needed to know

Sirius shrugs “We don’t know she apparated away and then we were so mad we came to kick your ass” he points at him

“What? I need to find her” he pulls out his wand racking his brain to figure out where you could be as he figures it out he hears his father

“Don’t you dare” Lucius stares him down with the biggest glare he had ever seen, if looks could kill Draco would be death about 3 times over “You leave and you are disowned” he says plainly “Cut off and never welcome in this house again” he gestures to the grounds

Draco looks at his father flicking to James and Sirius a moment before he smiles “So be it” and with that he thought of you and apparated

He landed somewhere in the woods, not quite sure why until he catches sight of a treehouse. You had brought him here once when you both managed to sneak out and see each other once over summer, you told him how you and harry built it and it was still your safe space even if Harry had long since grown out of it.

As he climbed the ladders he heard sniffles, heart clenching as his head popped up and saw you curled in a little ball crying “Love?” he says softly as he stands up properly but it still startles you

You stare at him for a second before launching yourself into his arms not questioning how he is here just happy that he is “Draco” you mumble as you burying your head into his chest “I’m so sorry, I was reckless and harry found the map and now my whole family…” you ramble

“I know” he cuts you off gently

You pull back moving to sit on one of the old benches “How?” you ask as he sits down next to you

He takes your hand in his “Your Father and uncle paid me a visit” he cringes but chuckles as your eyes comedically widen

“They didn’t…merlin I’m so sorry dray” you close your eyes as you lean your head on his shoulder

He lifts your head up smiling at you “Hey it’s okay” he brushes some hair for your face “It felt kinda nice to have it all out in the open…even if I thought I was going to get Kedavra-ed for a moment” he let sout a nervous chuckle

You giggle a little “How did they react? Your parents I mean” you squeeze his hand

He let out an empty laugh “Could have been better…” he hesitates before continuing “I’m officially homeless, disowned and only wealth is the clothes on my back” you mouth parts “But…I’ve never felt this free in my whole life” he reassures you

“Dray…” you didn’t know what to say

“You don’t need to say anything” he shakes his head like he read your mind “Although maybe help me convince your parents to let me stay with you…or failing that I could live here” he jokes to which you giggle nudging your nose with his

Your moment is cut short by your brothers’ voice “You really love her, don’t you?” he asks in a much softer tone that Harry was expecting

“Yeah” Draco answers without hesitation

Your brother nods “I don’t like it…” he points “And I might actually throw up if I think about the logistics too hard” that makes small smiles appear on you and Draco’s face “Oh and you bet your arses there will be a ban on PDA around me but…” he takes a deep breath “If you’re happy then I’m happy. I might not understand, or how all this…” he motions to the two of you “…happened but you’re my sister and I love you” he finishes

You both stand up and walk over “Thanks” you say giving him a hug, staying there for a bit before pulling away

Harry kisses your forehead before looking at Draco who’s standing rather awkwardly but Harry could see the visible weight that had been lifted from him, he looked genuinely relived…however even with that in mind “I’m not hugging you”

“Wouldn’t want you too” Draco replies with a small smile

“Lily, Moony you here?” James calls out as he and Sirius return to the house

“Living room!” they hear Remus distantly shout

Walking James smiles “Hey…” he greets before seeing the scene “Oh no the emergency chocolate is out” he mumbles to himself

“HI!” Lily cheeses at them from the couch

“Is she…” Sirius whispers at his husband gesturing

“A tad tipsy” James and Sirius nod “yes…I am too but just a little bit” he motions with his thumb and forefinger

James looks around as he seats a seat next to his wife, cuddling her back as she wraps her arms around him “Where Harry?” he wonders

“Went to find y/n” Remus replies, also becoming a little touchy and as he leans into Sirius, taking his hand “How did it go?” he asks sobering up ever so slightly “You didn’t actually kill him, did you?”

James shakes his head “No but he is officially disowned and homeless” he informs

“What?!” Remus look at them in shock while Lily seems too tired to register

“It’s true” your voice makes them jump, all turning up to see you, Draco and Harry standing in the door way

“Hi” Draco greets with a cringy smile and the most awkward wave known to wizard

“You think there’s room for one more at the table mum?” you look towards her

“Course sweetie…hello Draco I’m Li…lily” she says gleefully with a little hiccup

“She’s a little drunk” Sirius informs you

“Oh…” you let out a small laugh “Dad, can Draco stay with us?” you ask hopefully

“No” your expression drops

“But he can stay with us” Sirius adds, yours and Draco’s faces lighting up “It wouldn’t be right not to help you the way I was when I got disowned, besides we have a spare room now our daughter has moved out and…” he remembers the original conversation “…apparently seeing Fred Weasley…Moons I need to make another drop-in visit…” Sirius says standing up

“Oh no you don’t…” Remus pulls him down quickly before turning to Draco “But yeah sure you can stay with us”

“Thank you” Draco gives them a grateful look

“You’re welcome but if you hurt her I’ll kill you” Your father threatens

“And I’ll make sure it’s slow” Sirius adds

“And I’ll eat you…oh yeah those rumours are true…what?” Remus turns to Sirius who nudges him before laughing nervously “I may be a little drunker than I thought…the emergency chocolate is boozy” he confesses to which you, Draco and Harry chuckle

“Welcome to the family son” Your father says but scrunches up his face as soon as the last word exited his mouth “Nope too weird…Just welcome”

#draco x reader #draco malfoy and reader #draco x you #draco and you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x reader #Draco Malfoy #harry potter and reader #harry potter and sister #Harry Potter #potter reader #Jilly #wolfstar #soft draco #fluff and angst

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thelilreddragon · 29 days

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I see you accept prompts/drabbles. So here’s one from me:)

Prompt(James/Lily AU where they live): “so love…how was Harry’s first day in kindergarten?”

"You will not believe the day I just had," Lily exclaimed, walking through the door, and throwing her bag into the corner. Trailing behind her, are two young kids, and a tall woman with soft brown hair.

"So, love! How was Harry's first day at Kindergarten?" James called from their kitchen. They had a deal. Whomever picked up their magical menace was responsible for making supper at the end of the day.

"Your son, takes after you!" Lily marches into the kitchen with her friend, and the pair sit at the island. "I tried to drop him off, but he got upset and wouldn't let go of my hand. Makes sense! But he started crying, and I couldn't leave him. I ended up sitting in the corner the whole time."

"Hang on... Harry, do you want to show Mione where you play? The grown ups need to have a chat, okay?"

"Am I in trouble?" Harry asks, looking up at her, twiddling his thumbs.

"Yeah, are we in trouble, Wily?" Hermione asks, grabbing at Harry. The two look at her with sad puppy eyes, and Jean interjects.

"No, kiddos! We're going to talk about your day, and make sure you two can hang out as much as possible! You're not in trouble, my loves!" Jean quickly clairifies, and Harry and Hermione both grin.

"Otay! Come Miones! I gonna show you all my dwagons! And I gonna show you my nifflers! And-" the excited voices trail off, as the two run down the halls of the house.

"I made you both some tea," her husband says. Lily passes the plate of sugar and cream over to Jean. "Lils filled me in a bit. What exactly happened?"

"Well... I wasn't the only mum dealing with a kid in meltdown. I sat next to this lovely woman; Jean Granger, and we had a nice chat. Her daughter, Hermione, was out playing with Harry."

"And how old is your son Harry?" Jean had asked.

"He's just turned five in July. How about your girl?"

"She just turned six last week! She's a bright little one, but we thought it might be best if we ease her into primary school."

"That is such a smart idea!" They sit in silence for a minute, just watching their kids play together, when they hear Harry yell out.

"No, Mione!" Harry was sat in front of some blocks, and building what resembled a church, and his friend had found a dragon.

"This is my Dragon, Harry! Lookit!"

"Mione, watch my blocks!" While flying around, Hermione got too close to Harry's building, and knocked the whole thing over.

"Oh noes, Harry! I broken your blocks!" She starts to sniffle, and tears stream down her face. Hermione starts getting up to walk away. Jean moves to get up to go and sort it out, but Lily places her hand on her shoulder.

"Hang on. Harry's about to do something," Lily whispers, and Jean waits a moment.

"That's okay, Miones! I can always rebuild it! Where you go?" Harry asks, as Hermione stands in front of him.

"You don't want to be my friend anymore. That's okay." She sniffles, and Harry stands up to face her.

"Just cuz my building broked, doesn't mean we can't be friends anymore! I still love youse!" Harry puts his hand on her shoulder and kisses her cheek.

"I promise to always be your friend!"

"Always?"

"Always!" The pair start to glow golden, and both Lily and Jean stare at eachother, panic on their faces.

"And that's why I'm over here. Lily said that you two could explain what's going on. All I know is that my daughter is magical." Jean explains.

"Yes. Hermione is a witch. I grew up in an entirely magical family. Pureblooded wizards. Lily is the same way as Hermione is. She was raised by the non-magical, with no magic."

"So that means that I was in the same spot as Hermione... however, I did not magically soulbond myself with a boy at the age of six." Lily says. James and Jean look horrified, and yell at the same time.

"They bonded souls!?"

#headcanons #james x lily #jily fic #jily #microfiction #harry x hermione #harry potter #soulbond #baby harry potter #baby hermione granger #James makes tea #James is here for the tea #lily evans #james potter #lily evans potter #Lily has adhd #Hermione and dragons #Hermione is a dragon lover

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dark-elf-writes · 8 months

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So I pulled out the computer for this one. I finished my reread of WSTS and I'm going to scream here for a few minutes sooooo *clears throat* LET"S GOOOOO

Please keep in mind I am very much a stream of consciousness writer when I have an ask box instead of a comment box lol.

-(Harry didn’t sigh. He didn’t. He just breathed very deeply from the very depths of his soul.)

This is such a goddamn mood. Such a goddamn mood.

-(“Dad?”

Harry turned before the word had fully registered, opening his arms in time to get a lap full of sleepy seven year old with tangled blue curls and blurry green eyes that always made Harry’s heart ache to look at on the bad days.

“Have a nice nap, cub?” The international portkey had been hell on both of them, but poor Teddy had only made it as far as the front steps of the Japanese ministry before their head was dipping and they were leaning against Harry’s side. They had been out cold with their face tucked into Harry’s shoulder before he had figured out the train system.

“Is that Aunt Mione?”

Rude. Harry carried them for miles around Japan while they slept and all he got in return was being used as a piece of furniture as they talked to a mirror.

Parenting was rough. )

I melted and cackled at the same time. Teddy is absolute perfection. They receive all protection! fjeiaonlvfuaid The image of them crawling into Harry's lap for cuddles only to ignore him for the more interesting person. AHAHAHA perfect example of a seven-year old.

-(Harry was pretty sure the sound that Teddy let out could only be heard by canines. )

jdevrauigjklsdnd HOW DO KIDS MAKE SOUNDS LIKE THAT?!?! Like I've actually heard kids make sounds like that and I never understood that!

-(“You know I’m a hero too, right?” Harry muttered ----

He got a finger, painted with pink and blue polish courtesy of Ginny, poking his cheek for his efforts. “But, dad, they’re a cool hero.”

Ouch. See if he saved an entire society again. )

Parenting at its finest, cry laughing at this. No one is less cool than your dad. Not at all. I was this kid. My dad is a literal helicopter pilot and I was still like this.

-(Tom Riddle’s eyes had been dull and lifeless. Like congealed blood left to rot. Present Mic’s eyes were as far from that as possible.

They were red like a fire crackling away in a hearth. Red like the plush armchair he had tucked himself into countless times in the Gryffindor common room. Red like the family that had welcomed Harry with open arms and called him by their last name.)

So I'm obsessed with the entire first meeting between Ouroboros and Present Mic but this line right here. This absolute fucking poetry. HOW DO YOU DO THIS YOU MAGICAL WORDSMITH?!?!?! I could read this bit over and over and just ashdjiovnaorhgnjkr HOW?

-(“You called me in to make your final decision on if I’m fit to teach at your school, yeah? Have you reached your verdict yet?”

“You misunderstand me, Potter-kun. I am the one trying to sell our school to you.”

Harry blinked. Then blinked again.

What? )

Harry, love, you in fact are wanted. And about to find the loves of your life but moving on. WANTED!! Love how this is written, like the utter confusion comes across so clear!

-Vlad saying something rude and Harry immediately snapping back was amazing but Teddy chiming in in the most perfectly, childike oblivious way was just *chef's kiss* incredible. The sass!

-MINI BABY SHOUTA MINI BABY SHOUTA MINI BABY SHOUTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Yagi opening his mouth and saying the wrong and yet the right? thing. *beats head on table* My dude, not your business to tell!!! But right on the nose for the character. The whole scene though is brilliant!!!!! Like the sweet moment with Teddy then Yagi opening his big mouth only for Harry to share the horror of 'oh yeah, child soldiers. It's a thing. I would know. Exhibit A here.*Gestures at self*"

-Potter luck strikes again! But I have to wonder Shouta's thoughts around Harry's outfit during the first round of Potter luck. Short shorts and oversized sweater. Then of course, death happens ahahahaa.

-(but he figured that getting stalked together allowed some level of intimacy. )

How's that for a first date?! Oh hello, I'm going to drop in on you and btw you look adorable tonight? Shall I escort you for snacks and be stalked as well?

-(“I love you?” He tried, flinching back behind his hands as she narrowed her eyes at him.

“I love you too, bastard. I love you alive more, you fuck.” )

Yes Harry, you are in fact very loved and need to be very alive to feel that love. I absolutely adore the sibling energy here. Also Hermione calling him a fuck is comedy gold!

-(“He wouldn’t.” The words sounded weak to Harry’s own ears. )

This is so heartbreaking. Like he's already dealt with so much and to have to face the thought that someone he trusted that much could twist the knife already in his back. OOOOFFF

-(Whatever he was respecting the former number one to respond with it sure as fuck wasn’t laughter . “I believe you’ll find, Young Potter, that we heroes are a stubborn lot. UA heroes most of all.” )

foreshadowing future lovers??? I'm here for it!

-(some of his most cherished memories were the stolen moments in the twilight hours before the rest of the Burrow began to stir, moving in silent concert with Molly as she showed him new techniques and recipes that were too foreign or magical for the Dursleys to even consider allowing them into their home. )

So like, I absolutely love how this is phrased. It's so easy to pull together that mental image in stark detail from this. I'm going to keep saying it. You have a ways with words that is fucking magical.

-(Looking over his hoard, Harry had to admit that he, perhaps, had taken his avoidance a bit too far this time. )

As a stress baker myself, there is no such thing. Nope nope, I refuse to be called out. noooooo

-(All of them were hurting. Because of him. Always because of him. )

there's the martyr complex *sigh* My desire to reach through the screen and shake characters is strong here. Like sometimes people hurt for you too my dude.

-(Merlin, please just kill him. The hour or so of oblivion would be better than this . )

Too soon man! But oh my god I definitely laughed inappropriately loud at this.

-(He turned around, cursing as his shoulder caught his own door with a loud enough bang that he saw Teddy’s head pop around the corner to check out the noise. It wasn't enough to muffle the fond laugh from behind him. )

If this isn't the most relatable kind of clumsy. I have absolutely tripped over my own two feet in front of very attractive people and omg do you ever want to reset your existence.

- Okay the absolutely cute factor of Eri and Teddy in the same room is deadly. DEADLY. One can only take in so much sweet before the body just gives up!

-So the whole interaction with MagicEraserMic is amazing but some moments really shine. Shouta taking Harry's hand and not shying away from the scar, acknowledging that Harry's life as a whole has been ... challenging... Hizashi swooping in and helping Teddy while Harry gets to watch and absorb the moment. And the realization that Shouta and Hizashi offered him understanding, made him feel less alone is just aaahhh perfection. and to end it with that moment of levity with the battle over who gets to marry Harry for baked treats. All is just *chef's kiss* perfect.

-(“It’s alright I suppose.”

Black eyes narrowed at him. “Don’t make me get the spray bottle.”

Harry couldn’t help but snort at the idea of Shouta threatening him like a misbehaving cat when the man had nearly a foot on him and was nearly twice his size in pure muscle mass alone, but the very serious looks on both of the other heroes' faces had Harry holding up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll take your word for it.”)

AHAHAHAHAH all I can picture is 'bad harry!' spray spray and a very pouty master of death glaring at the two hysterically laughing, before busting up laughing himself.

-The trio always figures it out, even insulting each other along the way. LOVE THE SIBLING VIBES. Like seriously love them here!

So this is just chapter one through six and I feel like I need to stop and start a new ask soooo here you go! keep an eye out for the next one lmfao. I regret nothing here! ahaha

I am screaming I am crying I adore you I

I always love hearing what people like about my fics and it’s nice to know some of my favorite moments are yours as well.

#the elf talks #mha #bnha #harry potter #who saves the savior #wsts #eagerly awaiting the next part #by which I mean it’s like midnight and I need to sleep but am still excited

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mydarllinglover · 9 months

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Safehouse || Six

It was the last weekend before term. Harry had recovered, quicker than Draco, who "Coincidentally" took his bandages off the same weekend of the Quidditch match.

Draco, Theo and Blaise continued to taunt him ever since, when Ron finally had enough and threw a crocodiles heart at Draco's face in potions, therefore creating his new nickname from me "Crocface".

Lupin had dismissed Snapes set homework, and frankly I was pissed off.

"What?! Are you serious?!" I slammed my hands on the table, Theo laughing beside me. Turned out Hermione and I were the only ones who had actually done it and I made Lupin mark it anyway and say its for extra credit or something, he gave me five house points for it, probably out of pity.

The four of us, Draco, Blaise and Theo were sat in the three broomsticks each drinking a butterbeer.

I would still say we're not friends but I spent a lot of my time with them and I grew to accept their presence.

They were having a conversation about whatever as I focused on my parchment, scribbling random things down the list of my family members, trying to think about what Christmas presents I could get them, I was lucky enough to afford at least some what decent presents from my savings, saved up from my stay in France.

I had already got Mum and Dad some Sweets, Mum some more wool for her knitting and Dad a book about Muggle inventors. Percy some sophisticated novel, that I thought he might enjoy with some quills and inkpots, Charlie a pair of fireproof gloves, no doubt, if he even wore his they were probably tattered and ruined, Fred and George, i

I bought some random stuff from Zonkos and put them them in a bag, for each. Now all I had to buy for were Bill, Ron and Ginny.

I was going over things that Ron likes, and hopefully push him to talk to me, when speak of the devil, he, Harry and Hermione walked in.

"Was Ron carrying some bags?" I cut off the boys conversation when I pointed to the table Hermione and Harry were sat at, Ron had walked off to get drinks

"I don't know, I don't usually spend my time looking at Weasel" Draco drawled

"Quiet, crockface" I glared at him

"Where are you going?" Blaise asked me

"To see if Ron got me anything".

"Hey, 'Mione, Harry how nice to see you guys here" I grinned at them, then faltered "Wait- Har- how did you get here, I thought you wasn't allow- wow you learned how to apparate, thats impressive"

"you know thats exactly what Ron said" Hermione laughed

"No I didn't apparate" He rolled his eyes, then lifted a blank piece of parchment, like I was supposed to know what it did.

"Yeah, Harry, I know what that is, I have my own on my table, but that didn't get me here, I had to bloody walk in the snow" I pointed my thumb to the table I was previously sat at. Harry then went into a brief description of what it was and how Fred & George gave it to me

"How come Fred & George never gave it to me! I'm their sister!" I said

"He said that too"

"Anyways, the reason I'm here, you guys done your Christmas shopping yet, got some nice bits?" I asked them sweetly, discreetly trying to peer into the bags by the empty seat, guessing they were Ron's, apparently not too discreetly because Hermione caught on

"Keira, what are you doing? you can't look in that, you're ruining it"

"Hermione, you are so quick to assume the wor- wait he got me something?"

"Yes, why wouldn't he?" Harry asked

"I dont know, I just assumed cause he wasn't talking to me he wasn't going to bother" I shrugged my shoulders

"Oh, Keira, of course he would, you're still his Twin, and he love- Hey Ron!" I turned around, Ron was stood behind me with a tray full of Three butterbeers looking, not pleased

"Hi, Ron" I said

"Bye" He shrugged me off before side stepping me to put down the trays. Dropping my shoulders, I walked back to the table, Theo, Draco and Blaise's eyes on me

"Finally, you took blo- where are you going?" Theo asked as I started putting my cloak on

"I've got to finish shopping, where's my butterbeer? - Theo did you drink it?!" I snapped at him

"well you weren't going to drink it!"

"I was!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Will you both please shut up, you're doing my head in" Blaise told us, rubbing his temples

"whatever" I rolled my eyes and put my gloves on then grabbed my stuff "you guys going back to Hogwarts?" I asked them, when I noticed they had their winter clothes? back on

"No, Wealsey, we're coming with you, obviously" Malfoy rolled his eyes

"You don't have to-

"Shut up" he said.

We walked past Ron's table on the way out, I waved bye to them, Harry and Hermione only responding

"Bye Ron, I love you" I tried, but he just nodded and rolled his eyes, making me huff in frustration

Draco and Theo propped their hoods up and acted as if they were dementors until I smacked the back of their heads "Leave them alone, get a new joke" I rolled my eyes at their childish behaviour, them both giving me matching glares and rubbing their heads

"Ow, K, that hurt" Theo whined

"Good, that was the intention".

•

"Its so cold" I moaned for the eighth time, on our walk back to Hogwarts, I had finished all my Christmas shopping, even picking something up for Harry and Hermione and was now huddled under Theo's arm, gladly accepting the warmth it brought

"Thanks for another reminder, I was worried it was suddenly summer again and I hadn't noticed" Draco mocked.

I dropped my bags and walked out of Theo's embrace, squatting down quickly to roll up a snow ball then threw it with all my might at Draco's unsuspecting back.

Theo and Blaise burst out into laughter when Draco whipped around to glare daggers at me, then copying me by getting his own snowball, knowing what he was doing, I let out a squeal and ran behind Blaise to use him as a shield.

"No, Draco! please i'm sorry, It was an accident" I screamed When he raced around to reach me, dumping the snow ball on my head, Theo doubling over, holding his stomach and wiping tears away as he continued to laugh.

"Whats so funny Nott?!" I shouted at him before gathering another Snowball and chucking it at his face, Draco doing the same, that soon stopped him.

"Hey, not the face! This is war!" He let out a battle cry before we all broke off to throw snowballs at each other, running around and laughing like maniacs.

We soon all got tired and had enough, I dropped down to lie in the snow to calm my breathing.

After catching my breath, I spread my arms and legs side ways, back and forth to form a snow angel.

"Help me up" I outstretched my arms to Blaise when I was satisfied with it, and he did, grabbing my wrists to pull me out of my snow angel

"What is it?" Draco wrinkled his nose when we admired my work

"Its a snow angel, duh" I rolled my eyes

"By the size of you i would say more like an snow goblin- Ow, okay, sorry"

"You will be Nott!".

•

It was Christmas Day, knowing that the guys had left Hogwarts to spend the holidays at Draco's, I jumped out of bed, relieved to have a break from them all.

My eyes locked on the pile of presents, surprisingly a lot more than i expected.

I reached for the one from Mum first, tearing away the wrapping paper to pull out an knitted Green jumper with a grey K etched on the front and a handful of chocolate frogs, this was probably Mums way of saying she accepted that I was a Slytherin and loved me all the same, my heart felt warm with this and I quickly threw it on over my head, it being a bit baggy, just the way I liked it.

Then went about opening my other presents.

I had received presents from My siblings, Harry and Hermione.

Bill had got me some vinyls from some muggle bands that we both really liked, Charlie had got me an Book all about Magical Creatures, their habitats, facts, food and some of the pages even mentioned if you could keep them as pets or not, the best part was, it didn't try to tear you to shreds.

Percy had got a novel by one of his favourite wizard authors and a leaflet on Potential jobs to look into at the Ministry and the O.W.L.s you would need for them.

Fred and George had decided to team up by giving me a large bar of Honeydukes Chocolate.

From Ginny, She had got me some really nice tank tops, that without a doubt she had the intention of wearing.

Hermione had got me sugar quills and a box of chocolate frogs , Harry had got me a box of Honeydukes sweets and Ron had bought me a red hat with a gold bobble on the top.

I rolled my eyes,he was trying to dress me in Gryffindor colours even though I'm a Slytherin. Typical.

I was most surprised though, when I found I had a present each from Blaise, Draco and Theo.

Blaise had got me a Forrest Green diary, with New beautiful quills and ink pots, Theo had got me multiple pairs of Green and grey socks, all full of the sweets I pointed out I loved in Honeydukes, And Draco had got me the most beautiful silver necklace with a tiny snake pendent, a mini emerald as an eye that shone in the light. There was also a note in Blaises impeccably neat handwriting

Weasley,

We hope you like the gifts, Merry Christmas

From, Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott.

P.S The notebook was from me- Blaise, The Necklace from Draco and the socks were Theo.

I found myself smiling when I read the note, grateful that they even bothered to get me anything, but then gasped when I remembered that I hadn't even thought to get them something.

I rushed to grab a piece of parchment scribbling down in my new quills.

Guys, I am very thankful for my presents, but i'm pissed off! I didn't know we were exchanging gifts, now I have to go out of my way to get something for you lot, thanks a lot! and I noticed the theme of my gifts by the way, your not that sly. Keira x

I grimaced at my poor handwriting and actually taking notice of the messy scribble for the first time, wondering if I should even bother sending it and instead just thanking them when they got here.

Shaking my head and telling myself that I don't care for their opinions, I slipped it in an envelope then wrote out their names on the back of it.

I tided up the mess from my presents and let myself enjoy a few moments of peace, soaking up the fact that I had the dorm to myself.

I then got dressed, putting on a pair of the grey socks Theo had got me after emptying the sweets out, put the Necklace Draco got around my neck, picked up the Envelope and set off to the owls to send it off.

Walking into the the Great Hall at lunchtime I was surprised to see all of the house tables were moved to the walls and instead a single table stood down the middle of the room.

Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout and Flitwick as well as Mr Filch were there.

There was also a first year, the only other Slytherin, a fifth year, who completely blanked me when I greeted him in the Common room, and Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Happy Christmas, Keira!" Hermione greeted me

"Merry Christmas Hermione, Merry Christmas Guys" I grinned at the three, sitting opposite them on the bench

"Happy Christmas Keira" Harry said

"Happy Christmas" Ron nodded at me, thats when I knew we would be alright. Maybe the gift worked.

Christmas lunch was spent with the four of us in conversations about our presents, Me laughing at Ron for having another Maroon Jumper, Harry's Firebolt and coming up with names of who had sent it, the new year and Hermione noticing my necklace and asking who had got me that, pulling Ron and Harry's attention to it.

After Ron and I were finally okay, I didn't have the heart to tell them who it was from, telling them it was just a friend from beauxbatons.

The highlight was watching McGonagall and Trelawney bicker and McGonagall mocking Trelawneys superstitions.

Throughout the rest of the holiday, I was actually quite bored, I dare say I missed the Three Slytherin boys... but... I wouldn't mind when they eventually got back.

I spent some of the time with Hermione in the library, who had explained her falling out with Ron and Harry about the Firebolt and how she had reported it to Professor McGonagall.

I tried my best to reassure her that she was only looking out for Harry and that they shouldn't really be mad that she was being cautious.

•

I was sat in the Slytherin Common room practising my handwriting in the diary Blaise had got me whilst snacking on the sweets I had received from Theo, when the three of them had walked in the day of their arrival.

Spotting me on the sofa they walk-swaggered over, Theo taking the seat next to me and throwing his arm over my shoulders, Blaise and Draco taking the opposite sofa.

"Weasley, how splendid it is to see you in the new year, Nineteen Ninety-four" Theo smirked

"Yes, and my birthdays in three months" I wiggled my eyebrows "shoot, I have no idea what to get Ron"

"get him a brain" Malfoy teased "Merlin knows he ne- Ow, ooh bertie botts bean"

"Speaking about presents ..." I slapped Theo's chest witch the back of my hand and threw two pillows, aiming for Draco and Blaises heads but unluckily they dodged

"Ow- K, what the hell?! Did you not like them?" Theo raised his brows

"No! of course I loved all of them, I said that in my letter, but I can't even get you idiots anything until we next go Hogsmeade" I complained

"Sorry, it was hard to read with your shitty handwri- Ow Zabini stop- Sorry" I grinned as Blaise elbowed Draco in the ribs for disrespecting my handwriting

"you dont have to get us anything, Weasley, we didn't tell you because we didn't want anything in return" Blaise told me

"Fine then, Butterbeers on me next time then" I rolled my eyes "How was your Christmases then?" I asked them, and Theo dived into the details of their Christmas at Malfoy Manor, Draco cutting him off occasionally when he missed out bits, I caught myself smiling and laughing along a lot throughout the explanations, and I knew Blaise had noticed as well, the way he was looking at me, as if like he knew how I was warming up to them.

•

"Ow"I yelped and dropped my pile of dry wood.

We were in Care of Magical creatures.

Due to how cold it was, Hagrid had provided a bonfire full of Salamanders, and were collecting dry wood and leaves

"Whats wrong?" Blaise, who was by my side asked me

"I got a splinter" I pouted and kicked the pile

"Seriously? all that fuss for a splinter, your such a baby" Malfoy rolled his eyes

"Hey! I'm older than you, and may I remind you who was crying and wailing on the ground "Its killed me, It's killed me" Hm? Malfoy?"

"I was not crying! and I got attacked by a Hippogriff!"

"Which was your own fault! I'll point out and you were being a tad dramatic, dont you think?"

"I was not" He shoved my shoulder, I went to shove his shoulder back but got a jab of pain in my index finger, where the splinter was, letting out a cry of pain

"Keira, whats wrong?" Hermione overheard and asked me, from where she was stood not with, but near Ron and Harry, possibly still not speaking, who were looking to see why I was hurt, glaring at the guys

"Piss off Mud-

"Malfoy! Dont you dare!" I glared at him and then kicked his shin hard "I got a splinter" I whined to Hermione

"Oh, well, come here, I can help" She waved me over, I stepped over my pile, blew a raspberry at Draco who was rubbing his shin with a scrunched up face.

I gave Hermione my hand with my finger straight, she examined my finger and delicately pulled out the splinter, me mumbling curses to the stupid wood "There you go" she let go of my finger.

"Thanks 'Mione!" I hugged her "And sorry about him, just ignore whatever he says, hes a tosser" I told her and she laughed

"It's fine, I'm aware" she replied, making me laugh.

•

When Blaise and Draco were at Quidditch Practises, preparing for their match against Ravenclaw, Theo forced me to sit in the stands and watch, but we spent most of it laughing and joking around or putting them off, which normally ended in Marcus Flint shouting at us and sending us back to the Castle, where we continued to joke about the look on all their faces how confused they were.

I was becoming very Fond of having Theo around the most and he was surely becoming my favourite person to be with.

Slytherin had managed to beat Ravenclaw, and I was surprised by myself at how I felt so proud that they did, and how Theo and I were probably the loudest cheerers.

Theo wrapped his arms around me and spun me around. But it wasn't awkward when he finally put me down, it just...felt natural, since they had got back from the Holidays I found that it just felt right, and natural for them to be around, I didn't know why but that thought scared me.

Sat in the The Great Hall for dinner, I was laughing along to something Theo had said, I looked over to see Ron moping, as usual, I looked to Harry who had caught my eye

"Whats wrong with him?" I mouthed to Harry

"Scabbers died" Harry mouthed back

"What?!" I burst out, dropping my fork

"Huh" Theo turned to looked at me

"What, Weasley?" Blaise asked, most likely seeing the shock on my face

Instead of replying, I ignored them and rushed up to go see My brother.

"Hey, Ron, how're you?" I asked, offering him a sympathetic smile when I reached his table. Not caring about the other's in the hall.

"Bloody brilliant, did you hear about scabbers?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry Ron, He was at a bloody brilliant age, especially for a rat, He was nearly as old as us"

"That's what I said!" Fred said

"Yeah, But thanks to Hermione's Mangey cat" he growled

"Wait Crookshanks did it?" I gasped

"Yes."

"Aw Ron, I'm sorry, R.I.P Scabbers" I hugged my brother, ruffled up his hair then walked back to my seat

"What happened with Weaslebee?" Draco asked

"I'm not telling you" I told him as i picked up my fork again

"Why not?" He pouted

"Because, I don't need the three of you using it against him and making jokes, He's really upset about it, and you'll make it worse, anyways, if he knew I told you he'd be mad at me".

•

"Please don't tell me we're going to the match today" I whined, on our walk to the Great Hall for breakfast

"Why wouldn't we?" Draco asked

"Oh I dont know, maybe because its not even your team playing" I crossed my arms

"Yes, But the competition is, and we have to scope them out, it helps see what we can do to beat them and work on in practise" Blaise said

"Oh, That makes sense, so then who do you hope will win?"

"Ravenclaw, obviously, you saw who their seeker is! I am very much Patriotic for my house but, damn im the biggest Cho Chang supporter" Theo sighed as he stared at Cho with a wistful look

"Thats just, that weirdos reason, our reason is because we want to defeat Gryffindor, so obviously we don't want them to win, not really fussed about the other houses" Blaise said

"Oh, Well Fred hopes that if they win against Ravenclaw then beat us they could win, but George said that thats a very sli-

"What the hell?!" Draco

"Malfoy! its rude to cut people off! as I was saying-

"How the Hell has Potter got a firebolt?!" Draco barked, I looked over to Harry and the other boys in our year who was helping him carry his Firebolt in, everyone in the Hall was gasping and talking about it.

"Oh, McGonagall gave it back I guess- what, why are you looking at me like that"

"You knew?! You knew he had a Firebolt and you didn't even think to say anything?!" Draco said, he was pressing down on my shoulders as he shook me

"Woah stop- Ow Malfoy, your giving me a headache, yeah I knew, whats the big deal?"

"Firebolts are amazing, they only came out last year, and their insanely fast." Blaise told me

"Aw is Drakeykins going to cry to Daddy to buy him one?" Theo laughed at Draco and poked his cheek

"I'm going to go talk to him, you three stay here, I mean it!" I pointed a stern finger at them before I walked off to the Gryffindor table

"Hey Harry! So was your broom clear?" I asked him whilst Percy's girlfriend was holding his broom in awe

"Yeah, Its all good, nothing was on it" He grinned up at me

"Well still, its better to be on the safe side"

"Harry- make sure you win" Percy whispered when The girl walked off "I haven't got ten galleons. Yes, im coming, Penny!"

"Penny! thats it, i knew it started with a P" i snapped my fingers.

"Sure you can manage that broom, Potter" Draco had said from behind me, I twisted around to glare at him

"Yeah, reckon so" Harry replied, not giving him a piece of mind

"Got plenty of special features, Hasn't it? Shame it doesn't come with a parachute- in case you get too near a dementor"

"Pity you can't attach an extra arm to yours, Malfoy Then it could catch the Snitch for you" Harry said.

The Gryffindor team roared with laughter, me joining in before clapping a hand over my mouth when Draco's eyes glared daggers at me before he stomped off.

"Bye, Harry" I waved to him then rushed back to my table, Draco was huddled with Crabbe Goyle and Marcus Flint, discussing something.

"What did I say?!" I barked at Blaise and Theo when I sat back down

"What the hell did we do?!" Theo argued

"You could've stopped him! He just made a fool of himself and no doubt he will take it out on us" I crossed my arms

"What were we supposed to do, go "Here Draco, Draco, come here boy, thats a good spoilt brat, do you want a treat?" Theo exaggerated, patting his knees as if he were calling a dog.

"What do you thinks he's talking about with them?" I asked them as we looked over to Malfoy still huddled up, talking to the thuggish boys.

"Probably plotting revenge" Blaise said.

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Yule Ball (pt 3)

Draco Malfoy x reader (she/her) and Viktor Krum x reader

- NO MINORS, smut, fluff, heartbreak, anger, angst, sex

:it’s time for the Yule ball, a lot of shit happens

Sorry for the 6 month hiatus. Hopefully this long story makes up for it. <3

“Good morning children”, Professor Mcgonagall says. You perk up because you know what she’s about to announce. “As you know this year we are hosting the Triwizard Tournament, and we will hold the Yule Ball as well.” You smile to yourself. “Now I know this is all very exciting, but there will be no fooling around, goofing off, or breaking the rules. We have an image to uphold as the best wizarding school.” You look up and try to make eye contact with Draco. Your eyes connect for a second and you smile but he looks away. Your stomach ties itself in a knot. You feel uneasy but put your head down. Hermione notices and nudges you. You rest your head on her shoulder.

After class you get up and grab your books. “Y/N, since it’s our last class do you want to head to town and go look for dresses?”, Hermione asks seeing you with disappointment written on your face. You nod your head, as she wraps her arm around you and leads you out. You look back at Draco and make contact with his eyes. He tightens his jaw and looks away. You look forward and lean into Hermione.

“Hey you look upset, after dress shopping let’s stop somewhere and grab a butter beer, hm?” You nod. “I’m fine ‘mione but that sounds nice” You guys hop on a short train ride to Diagon Alley. You see Draco get on the train a car ahead of you. The cars for the rich are in the front. You scoff you yourself and roll your eyes. Hermione pulls out a book and you look out the window. The train starts moving and you watch people say goodbye to eachother. Soon you decide to pull out a jumper you said you would repair for Ron. Poor boy is clumsy and has several rips in his clothes. You start sewing things together. You are working on the hem on his sleeve when you accidentally catch your hand on your needle. “Merlin”, you whisper. Hermione looks up, “you okay?” “Yeah, just going to run to the bathroom to wash it. Just clumsy. Guess I’m turning into Ron now.”, you both giggle. You put everything away and get up to go to the toilet. You walk in without locking the door. You start rinsing you finger with warm water when the door opens. His tall figure locks the door. You definitely know it’s Draco from his slicked back blonde hair. You turn around, “Draco what the fuck. This isn’t even your car wha-“ he cuts you off by kissing you gently. You want to let your whole body melt into his but what happened in class runs through your mind. You turn around and continue washing your hand. “Darling?”, Draco asks. You scoff in return. “Okay fine, pout”, he says as he leaves. You watch him in the mirror while your vision blurs for a second. You regain your composure and walk back out to Hermione. Soon the train ride would be over.

When the train stops you and Hermione head straight to Madam Malkins Robes for all Occasions. “Good afternoon ladies”, Madam Malkin says as she smiles at you. You guys say hello and head for the dress section, it’s already pretty busy. I guess everyone thought of the same thing. Hermione starts looking though racks. You start looking as well but glancing out of the window. You see Draco walk past and you quickly turn around. Then your gaze lands on the most beautiful dress. It was a deep burgundy-red ball gown, that was fitted at the top and flowed down. It was satin fabric that was off the shoulder. You grab it and quickly go to try it on. Hermione goes into the dressing room next to you. “Y/N are you ready to show me?” She says standing in front of your dressing room. You step out and her jaw drops. “Y/n you look beautiful” “I could say the same about you.”, you giggle. She had chosen a purple and pink gown. You guys quickly get changed so you guys can get rung up.

After getting rung up you guys make way for the leaky cauldron. Apparently Ron and Harry were waiting there for you guys to be done. While you and Hermione were walking you see Draco walk out of Twilfitt and Tattings with his hand on PANSY PARKINSON’S back. Then she kisses his jawline. You are furious. You grab Hermione’s hand and brush past Draco and Pansy. He notices you and mutters under his breath, “fuck” You go into the Leaky Cauldron and find Harry and Ron sitting with butter beer and food waiting for you guys. After sitting down the three of them start making conversation. You stay quiet thinking about what happened. “Hey Y/n, you’ve been quiet”, Harry says. “Yeah I guess I’m just really tired I think I’ll head back and meet up with you guys later?” They all nod in agreement. Before you could leave they all get up and hug you as tight as possible. This is their way of cheering you up and making you laugh. You giggle as they let go and let you leave.

You make your way into the train car and sit down. You do feel a little tired, especially with the whirlwind of emotions you’ve been feeling. You doze off for awhile until the train stops and announces that you have arrived at Hogwarts. You get off and head inside. You then run into one of the students from the other school. He is tall and handsome and apparently very famous with a gaggle of girls screaming down the hallway looking for him. His eyes scream that he needs help so you push him into a broom closet. “Be quiet or they’ll hear you”, you say putting a finger up to his mouth. He nods with a smirk on his face. You wait for them to pass and then he starts speaking. His thick Bulgarian accent shows through. “Thank you, my name is Viktor.” He says implying he wants to know your name. “The names y/n” you say peaking out of the door. “Cost is clear, nice to meet you.”, you walk out. “For fucks sake.”, you mumble. There’s Draco watching you and another boy walk out of a broom closet. He walks away as you call his name. Your eyes start to tear up and you run towards the dormitory.

“I’m worried about Y/n”, Ron says. “She hasn’t come down for dinner. Hermione would you go talk to her?” “Was already planning on it”, Hermione replies. They all finish and go to the Gryffindor common room. The boys sit down and start eating chocolate. Hermione steals a few before coming up to check on you. She knocks and enters. You are working on finishing Ron’s repairs and the boys Christmas presents. “I got your favorite”, Hermione says holding out the chocolates. You grab one and thank you. “I don’t want to talk about it ‘mione” “I figured”, she says. Instead of pushing you to talk about it she gives you a big hug then leaves to her room. You soon finish your projects and fall asleep.

The next morning you roll out of bed. You don’t really want to but your three friends will worry. You put on your school uniform and meet Hermione in the common room. “The boys are already down there, Ron’s probably already on his third plate.” You both giggle. You both sit down and start eating. “Oh the other schools are getting introduced today”, Harry says. You raised your eyebrows pretending to be impressed. After a few minutes you hear a beat. Then the doors swing open. The Bulgarians walk in. “Bloody Hell that’s Viktor Krum”, Ron squeaks out in excitement. “Who?”, you question. He then explains who he is and stuff. You nod your head but you can’t look away from Viktor. He’s the one from the broom closet. He looks your way and winks at you. You blush and smile. You look over at Draco and he looks livid. He then grabs Pansy’s hand and holds it while he plants a kiss on her lips. You look down at your plate wanting to rush out. But you are way to stubborn for that. Then come in the girls from France. Ron’s starts to drool. And Hermione looks at him annoyed. We both look at eachother and roll our eyes.

After everyone is introduced Dumbledore goes through the goblet rules. You barely listen because you are burning holes into the table trying to ignore the urge to look at Draco. Soon after everyone is dismissed people started putting their names into the goblet. You see Viktor walk up and put his name in. He then makes his way over to you. You stand up to meet him halfway. “Hello y/n it’s so nice to see you again. I would like if you could show me around the school grounds.” He hold out his arm so you can wrap yours around. You look back at Hermione trying to hid your smile. “We will meet you in the common room later.” She winks at you and gets up to talk to Professor Snape about extra credit. You and Viktor walk away arm in arm. You can feel Draco’s glare burn into the back of your head.

“Over here is the edge of the lake. I’ll take you to my favorite spot.” You say smiling. “It’s beautiful”, Viktor says staring at you instead of the water. You lead him in between a bunch of bushes and trees until you find your spot. It’s a small area of grass with trees hiding you from the outside. You start taking off your robe, socks and shoes. Viktor stares at you. “Don’t be shy Viktor, it’s too nice of a day to not get into the water.” He chuckles and starts to do the same. You walk into the water not too deep, and reach your hand out to Viktor. He grabs it and you lead him in, he slips a little bit you stabilize him. “It’s pretty cold”, he says. You nod, “yeah but it’s refreshing it brings you back to reality in a sense.” You guys stand there looking out for a bit. Until you start to teach him how to skip rocks. Just like Ron taught you and Hermione one day. He starts getting the hang of and you starts cheering him on. Then you hear the bell ring which means everyone should be heading back to the grounds for bedtime. You guys quickly get dressed all back up and head back. He walks you all the way until the moving stairs. He hasn’t gotten them down quite yet. You see Draco staring at you out of the corner of your eye. Viktor grabs your hand and kisses it, “thank you for your time today. I had a great time” you smile back, “Of course and I enjoyed it as well.” You then walk up to the Gryffindor Door. You walk through and see Hermione, Harry, and Ron all staring at you. “Sooooo how was your date?” Ron asks. “It wasn’t a date I was just showing him around.” you reply laughing. You sit down with them and tell them all about what happened. But you leave the hand kissing part out. To tell Hermione later of course. You guys start to get tired so everyone goes to their rooms. Except Hermione comes with you. You tell her the exact details. And she starts teasing you about how he likes you. You laugh and start dozing off.

After a few days and a few flirty interactions with Viktor it was time for names to be selected. Everyone gets settled in the hall. First Dumbledore pulls out Fluer’s name. She’s from the French all girls school. Then he pulls out Cedric’s name, you’ve had him in a couple of classes before. You and Viktor make eye contact as his school is the last one to have a name drawn. You give him a smile and nod. Then Dumbledore reads out the final name, “Viktor Krum” Viktor stands up and cheers with his school. Then everyone in the hall stands up to go congratulate the winners. You walk over to Viktor to celebrate. When you get over there and he sweeps you up in a hug. You squeeze him back. Then his buddies take him away from you. “We will meet later, your spot”, he yells back to you. You nod and turn around to see Draco behind you. He grabs you and keeps pulling you until you get to his dorm room.

You guys make it in there and he slams the door. “What are you thinking, putting yourself on display like that? With the fucking Bulgarian.” You look at him in shock. “You have no right to speak Draco, look at you with Pansy”, you scream at him. “It’s different, and I forbid you to see him anymore” , he says back to you. You laugh, “forbid me? You fucking forbid me? Last time I checked I’m not your house elf that you can boss around. You do not get to speak to me like this. You do not own me!” You scream at him while opening his door. He tried to go after you but you slam it in his face run away.

After that fight with Draco you did not want to be in Hogwarts right now. You are waiting until the professors go to sleep so you can sneak out of the castle. That time soon comes and you get prepared. You change into your normal clothes. Jeans with a t-shirt and your sneakers. Then you climb out of your window. It’s a longggg ways down but Hermione taught you a spell to catch you before you land. You are getting close to the ground. You close your eyes and cast the spell. You open your eyes to yourself hovering above the ground. You put your feet down and stand up. Then you brush your hair back into place with your hands.

It took about 10 minutes to get to your spot. When you get there Viktor is standing with a bunch of things in his arms waiting for you. When he sees you his eyes light up. “Hey whatcha got there?”, you ask walking towards him. “I just wanted tonight be good” he laughs. He hands you some of the things so he can lay the blanket he brought down. He then puts down the pillows he brought and the basket he brought. “This is very nice”, you say as you sit down. He sits next to you and opens the basket. He pulls out wine and two glasses. And other things like chocolates and snacks. “Wow alcohol on school grounds I like it”, you say as you guys laugh together. He pours you some and hands you a glass. You take it and take a sip. It’s elderflower wine and it’s sweet. It burns the back of your throat just right. You look out at the water, “you want to swim?” Viktor looks shocked, “that’s crazy…..yes” You stand up and unbutton your jeans. He gets up and does the same. After both of your pants are off you look at each other. His eyes catch the moonlight perfectly. He looks away and takes his shirt off and you do the same. After you guys are out of your clothes, including socks and shoes, you stare at him. His body is chiseled and his muscles are huge. And his skin glistens. He’s just wearing his underwear and you are in your bra and underwear. You go to the waters edge and grab his hand. You both smile at each other and walk into the water. You suddenly step on a slippery rock and fall. Except Viktor catches you and you laugh and thank him. He pulls you up into his chest. Your skin is tingling against his and your face flushes. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” He asks. You nod in return and lift your lips up to his. He gently grabs behind your head and brings you closer and presses his lips to yours. You let his tongue in and have it explore your mouth. As you wrap your arms around his neck he grabs your waist trying to pull you closer. Once you guys pull away you go deeper into the water. There’s a spot that you can’t touch but he can, so he holds you with your legs wrapped around his waist. The moonlight is reflecting on his wet skin and you can’t help but to kiss him again. This time he grabs your ass with one hand the the other holds your back. You guys are so in tune with each other that you forget you are in water. Soon the wind picks up and it starts getting chilly. You guys walk out of the water hand in hand. You guys lay down for a bit and he covers you guys with a blanket. You snuggle up close to him and lay your head on his shoulder with your hand on his perfectly ripped chest. You can hear his heart beating while you draw circles across his skin. He kisses your forehead and squeezes you. After awhile you get sleepy and he can tell. “I think it’s time we get you to bed”, he whispers against your hair. You both gets dressed but he notices you shiver a little and gives you his jacket. It’s his official jacket from school.

He walks you to your tower. “How do you expect to get back up there?” He says while looking up. “I was just going to climb”, you say as he looks at you in disbelief. “No I’ll just Apparate us up there”, he says as he grabs your hand. He counts to three and before you know it you are up in your room. You start to get out of your wet clothes to change you throw on a old sweatshirt and climb into bed. “Stay and join?” You say looking at Viktor. He does a spell to dry the rest of his clothes and climbs in bed with you. He hugs you from behind and you let your body melt into his. You slowly drift off listening to Viktor’s breathing.

The next morning you wake up all alone. Viktor probably sneaked out early that morning. Someone knocks on your door. “Come in”, you call as Hermione walks in. “Sooooooo how was last night”, she asks sitting on your bed. You told her everything, and when you told her about the kiss she gasped, “bloody hell, y/n!” You both started giggling. “I’m happy your happy y/n”, she says while your changing into your school clothes. “Let’s get to breakfast, Ron said he has to talk to me”, she says rolling her eyes. “Ooooo maybe he’s asking you to the ball”, you laugh as you throw a pillow at her.

Once you guys get into the hall Ron runs up to Hermione and pulls her aside. “Good luck” you mouth to her as she walks away. You find Harry talking to Ginny. You would not be surprised if he’s asking her to the ball. Before you could sit down you hear the same sound that you heard when the Bulgarian’s got introduced. You turn around and see that Viktor is walking in with dark red flowers and his friends dancing and chanting all around him. He stops in front of you. He looks nervous, “Y/n, I would love if you would come to the Yule Ball with me.” You smile, “Viktor I would love to.” He hands you the flowers and picks you up and gives you a hug. Looking over his shoulder you see Draco make a fist with his hands. He looks like he wants to kill somebody. While everybody is cheering, you and Draco are making eye contact. He grabs Pansy’s face and starts kissing her. He then gives her a box. She opens it and looks excited. DRACO GAVE HER A FUCKING RING. She puts it on her ring finger, and you see red. When Viktor puts you down you grab him and kiss him. He kisses you back passionately, until Professor Dumbledore breaks it up. You see your friends cheering near by and you laugh towards them.

After being asked to the Yule ball by Viktor the day was a blur. All you know now that it was late and you were pretty tired. You had stayed late in the library with Hermione. Eventually Hermione left but you stayed behind to read about dragons. Ron had given you an inside scoop about the first challenge. You were so immersed in your book you didn’t hear the library doors open and close. You checked the time and realized you needed to leave as soon as possible. You grab all your things and go to put your books away. After putting up your last book you turn around and Draco was standing right behind you. “What the fuck Draco”, you say while trying to go around him. He puts his hands on the sides of you on the table, trying to trap you. “Draco let me go it’s late.” He shakes his head no, “What did I say about fucking around with the Bulgarian. I told you no.” You roll your eyes and hit his elbow so you can get by. As you’re walking away you say, “You don’t tell me what to do. When will you understand that you can’t control me. Plus you have Parkinson.” He grunts and comes after you. He grabs your wrist, “I don’t want to control you, I don’t want you to be with him.” “So who should I be with Draco? You? She’s wearing your ring.” You shake him off and walk away. He stands there defeated.

You finally get to your room and close the door. When you turn around Viktor is there. “Viktor what are you doing here?” “I wanted to see you”, he replied as he goes in for a hug. You hug him back and sigh in relief. You look up at him and you both kiss each other. It’s passionate but gentle. “Viktor I want you to fuck me” he looks at you. “I’ve wanted to ever since we first kissed”, he picks you up. Your back slams into the wall as he kisses you more aggressively. He then lays you down on the bed and kisses down your neck and takes your shirt off. Then then has you air up so he can take your bra off. He also takes his shirt off. He then kisses down your chest and starts sucking on your nipples. “Don’t leave any marks we have the ball”, you moan out. He mumbles in agreement against your skin. He then starts kissing down your stomach. He then taps on your stomach signaling that he wants to take your pants off. You lift up and he slides every last bit of clothing off of you. You open your legs, “fuckkkk”, Viktor moans. His sounds send chills up and down your spine. His mouth clashes with you clit. He starts licking and sucking. Only a few minutes in and you are about to cum. He then lifts his head up and stands above you. You wine in return, “don’t worry Angel you’ll get to cum”, you shiver at his words. Your sweet spot aches even more for him. He takes off his pants and underwear. His hard cock hits his stomach. Pre cum drips from his tip. “Okay princess I’m going to start slow”, he aligns himself up with your opening. He rubs his cock up and down to tease you a little. Then he pushes in, a little bit at a time. The electric feeling starts to flood your body as he picks up the pace. He hits the perfect spot with every stroke. He leans over to kiss you, still keeping his pace. When he gets back up you grab his hand and place it around your neck for him to choke you. He smiles and tightens his grip. He then takes his other hand and starts rubbing circles on your clit. The knot in your stomach comes back. You can feel his sweat dripping on you. “Fuck y/n I can feel your cunt throbbing on my cock”, you moan as he says that sentence. It helping push you closer to the edge, “you wanna cum all over my dick? Huh angel?”, that was it. That is what pushed you over. Legs shaking and toes curling, you finish on his cock. “Good girl”, he says with his breath shuddering. He rides you through your high as he is getting close. You can feel his movements start to get faster. With a big groan you feel his dick twitch inside of you. After his cums he pulls out and lays next to you. “Holy shit”, you moan rolling over to lay on his chest. “Fuck we didn’t use protection”, he says grabbing for his wand. He says something and a burst of magic comes out. “There, all done”, he says as he relaxes. You get up and pull his arm to get up too. He smirks and gets up and pulls you in close. “Shower?”, you say leading him into your bathroom. “I do need help reaching my back”, he jokes. You guys step in the shower and hug under the water. After a few minutes of sweet kisses and hugs you grab your shampoo. You start massaging it into your hair and his. He laughs as you try to spike up his hair. Soon after you guys get out of the shower. He throws you his shirt and you put it on as he puts on his underwear. You climb into bed and pat next to you. He climbs in and spoons you from behind. Soon after you drift to sleep listening to his heartbeat.

The next morning you wake up still in his arms. “What are you still doing here?”, you say while turning towards him. “I wanted to see what it was like having a beautiful girl wake up in my arms”, you giggle at that and climb out of bed. “Well you better get dressed for breakfast. We are late already”, he grunts in agreement and starts changing. “We are going to have to sneak out”, he says. “Don’t worry I have it covered”, you chuckle pulling out the invisibility cloak. You had used it to get to the kitchen one night with Harry and Ron. He laughs while getting underneath with you. You guys start going through the common room to the stairs. “Okay follow my lead”, you say with Viktor trailing behind you. You two make it downstairs just outside the hall. And take off the cloak. You then stuff it inside your bag, and grab his hand. Holdings hands you guys walk in together. His mates stop and stare at him, with cheesy smiles. He grabs your face a leaves a sweet kiss on your forehead before joining his group again. You walk over to your friends, their jaws dropped. “So that’s what I heard last night”, Hermione says making you blush and the boys smile. “I really like him guys”, you say sitting down and making a plate. You guys laugh and talk for awhile. “Boys tonight is the hall you better be ready on time”, Hermione scolds. They mumble in agreement and you giggle under your breath.

Later that day, you are Hermione are getting ready in her room. “You look gorgeous ‘mione.” She smiles at you in the mirror as you rest your head on her shoulder. “Let’s go party”, you laugh as you grab her hand to pull her out of her room. While walking out of the common room you guys see Ginny fusing with her dress. “Bloody Hell I can’t get it zipped all the way, can’t reach”, she grunts in frustration. You walk over to her, “here I got you.” She thanks you as you zip her all the way up. You grab Hermione and Ginny’s hand and lead them out of the Common room towards the ball.

When you guys arrive you see Harry, Ron, and Viktor chatting. Looks like they are waiting for you three. They all look up at the same time mouths wide open in aw. You guys walk up to your dates and grab there hands. Viktor pulls out a box, “is this for me?” He nods opening it. The most beautiful ruby necklace, “Merlin Viktor, it’s beautiful!” He takes it out while you pull up your hair. “A beautiful necklace for a beautiful girl.” You turn around and kiss him. He gently holds your waist while you have your arms wrapped around his neck, “Thank you Viktor.” You grab his arm and he heads to the line with the contestants. Out of the corner of your eye you see Pansy and Draco kiss. God she looks stunning, in her dark green gown with black lace. Instead of getting angry you just look forward so you can focus on the dance ahead.

The music starts playing and you and Viktor smile at each other. Walking in you squeeze his arm and he squeezes back to reassure you. You guys get to the middle of the dance floor and turn and look at each other, “we got this”, Viktor says to you. You nod and smile anxiously. When the music starts he grabs your waist and starts leading you across the dance floor. You get whisked away by him and soon you’re smiling and having a great time. Then you see Pansy laughing and pointing at you. She leans over to a group of Slytherin’s including Draco and they all laugh at you, except him. He stares at you with a mix of emotions on his face. He looks sad, sorry, angry, and longing. You get nervous and trip but Viktor catches you. After the dance ends you say, “Viktor I’m going to head to the bathroom!” He nods, “I’m going to grab us and the group some drinks. Hurry back.” You smile and walk off. Once you get to the bathroom you go up to a mirror and start to tear up. Then you hear the door lock. You turn around, “Draco I’m really not in the mood right now. Leave me alone please.” “Listen I wanted to come apologize for Pansy’s behavior. She had no right to talk about you like that”, you cut him off, “I have to get back to Viktor he’s waiting for me.” As you leave Draco grabs your arm, “I told you, you cannot be with him.” You get your arm free and scoff. Then you unlock the door and leave. He tries to follow after you but Pansy intercepts him. “Babe I think it’s time we go upstairs, alone”, she says in a seductive tone. They walk off together with Draco’s hands grabbing her ass. You roll your eyes, intending to have a good time with your friends. You guys party hard and dance pretty much all night. Soon everyone is getting tired and heading back to their rooms. You grab Viktor’s hand and say, “let’s go to bed.” He winks back at you and starts walking with you.

You guys get up to your room and lock the door behind you. You start trying to get out of your dress when Viktor comes up behind you and helps, “here let me help.” He slowly takes it off while kissing your shoulder. “Well, well, well, what have we got here”, Draco comes out from the shadows. “What the hell mate”, Viktor says quickly covering you. “Don’t worry I’ve seen it all”, Draco replies. You stand there in sock, “Draco leave.” “No I told you not to fuck around with this Bulgarian”, “that’s it”, Viktor says punching Draco in the face. You scream as they start fighting, “stop it both of you!” They stop fighting and Viktor shoves Draco out of the room. “Are you okay honey?” , he says while putting a shirt on you. You nod shakily. You both sit down and you start explaining everything between you and Draco. “Do you still have feelings for him”, Viktor asks. You nod. “I really like you Viktor but Draco…….. I think I love him”, you start crying. “I understand. There’s a girl back home. I like you too but I want to marry her, but my father doesn’t approve”, he hugs you. “Listen we can be friends, we both feel the same way about different people. We have a lot in common, but we just don’t work. Plus we live far away from eachother.” You look up when he’s done talking, “yeah friends, I like that.” You both laugh a little, “go get him y/n. I know he feels the same about you.” “Thank you Viktor, I’ll still be cheering you on from the sidelines.” “I’ll head back, see you tomorrow” You nod putting on clothes and rushing out of the room.

You run to Draco’s room hoping he is still in there. You knock on the door, instead of Draco, Pansy opens the door wearing his dress shirt, “What do you want.” “Oh I was looking for Draco”, you say out of breath. “Listen y/n, I know you have a crush on my boyfriend, but he chose me. You will be nothing more than a unknown wizard. He loves me and you need to leave you nasty mudblood self away from him. He wants a pure blood. Plus I’m wearing his ring.” She holds up her hand and then pushes you out of the doorway. “Pansy, y/n, what is going on”, Draco asks walking up to you guys. “Baby”, Pansy goes up to kiss him. She pecks his cheek, “I was just sending our friend back to bed it’s late” “That’s not what I heard darling”, your heart pings with pain hearing that nickname. “Fine I was telling this bitch to back off of my boyfriend”, Draco takes a step back. “Pansy we are not together like that. You are here because of my father.” You look stunned and can’t form words. She huffs, “you bitch.” She looks directly at you and jumps at you. You are underneath her and she is clawing at you. You feel her nails dig into your arm and blood rushing out of the wound. Draco is yelling at her to get off and trying to pull her off. You get you arm out from under her and punch her in the nose. She falls back, “you filthy mudblood you’ll pay for that!” She tries to get back on you with blood running down her face. Draco grabs her, “Pansy I will give you one minute to get dressed and leave” You huffs at him and smacks him across the face and goes back into the room. He picks you up and looks at your arm. You shrug away from him. Pansy comes out and pushes you down again. You get back up and Draco grabs your arm. She leaves and he pushes you into his room. “Here Darling, let me help you”, he says cleaning up your arm. “You don’t get to call me that”, you say in defeat. He ignores you and bandages you up, “she got you good, but you got her better.” You chuckle. He give you a shirt to wear of his. You take off everything else and put it on. “Thanks Dray”, he shudders at that name. “I’ve missed you calling me that. Listen I need to explain a few things.” He goes on about how his father forced him to be with Pansy. And he doesn’t want to be with her, but he can’t let his family down and he ends with, “but I love you.” As soon as he says it he tenses up. “Dray, I love you too.” He grabs your face and kisses you with need. You two then lay down and he pulls you into him. You guys are face to face, “Y/n you are always in my mind. Every second of every day. Thoughts of you plague me.” You kiss him in return, he snuggle up to him. Everything in this moment is perfect.

Thank you so much for reading. Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Hope you enjoyed and The next few parts will be out soon. I will be continuing on with the games and challenges in the tournament. Will Draco finally commit?

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hii could i get a romantic and platonic ship for harry potter? i’m fine with anything. marauders era or after. i’m not picky. my pronouns are she/her, im 19, and i’m straight.

for physical characteristics i’m 5’6, have long dark brown hair, and blue eyes. i have glasses as my eyesight is quite bad but i rarely ever wear them. my face just isn’t made for glasses they don’t look great on me 😭.

personality wise i’m extroverted and i really enjoy meeting and talking to new people + making friends. i love long conversations and debates and i find the perspectives of others interesting, particularly when we have different views. i used to always talk non stop in my classes in school, and sometimes that would mean talking to my teachers for an extended amount of time as well. i just love being chatty i can’t help it. the only time i would say im not is when im upset or stressed. at those moments i get fairly dry. not snappy and rude or anything, but im not a joy to be around. my friends say i’m really smart but i’m just a good test taker and have to make sure all my work is done before i can breath properly. also i can’t handle change. from moving houses to buying a new lip gloss, i can’t do it without feeling like im being ripped apart.

i love playing the violin and piano, and i enjoy going out with my friends but will never turn down a nice night in (i love napping and watching movies with people it’s so good). i will admit though that im with my friends more than im alone. like a LOT more. i enjoy all music, but the artists in my rotation most frequently are the maria’s, the sundays, sade, and every 2000s artist. my fave movies are yi yi, the green mile, the shawshank redemption, and la heine.

my love language is physical touch and gifts, and i will always dress myself up. i mean hair curled, elaborate hairstyles, nails always done, heels, full beat, dresses, skirts, etc. i love cold weather and i will also never dress appropriately for it. the fit comes first. if i need to shiver a bit then i will.

Hello! I hope you like your matchups!

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Harry Potter;

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Platonic;

Hermione Granger:

📚 You met Hermione when in the Hogwarts library, you were studying up and getting ready for a test for Potions when Hermione came over and asked if she could sit at your table - your table was the only open one - and you agreed; you did not know much about the young girl, except that she was a Gryffindor, she was in fourth year (while you were in your sixth), and that she was friends with Harry Potter

📚 Before you knew it, you and Hermione were chatting, about classwork, classes, friends, and even some small topics that you both debated about - you were greatly impressed by her intelligence, you loved having conversations with people who understood your mindset intellectually (if that makes sense); you both have great conversations, and you both end up becoming friends

📚 You felt that Mione looked up to you, (she did), she'd often ask you for your opinion on things, friend-wise or school-wise, and you would both meet up in the library to work on school work together; more often than not, talking about interesting spells, potions, and magical creatures

📚 You also often have 'girl's night out' where you and Mione would go out to Hogsmeade on the weekends, walking around the small town, maybe shopping here and there, laughing, chatting, having a grand ol' time - you'd dress up, always having your hair curled (even during school), but wearing clothes that you felt more comfortable in instead of your usual robes - sometime later, Hermione began to dress up with you, and did you turn heads... Yeah, you'll find out later

📚 You and Hermione are a great pair of friends, powerful even, your combined knowledge is beyond many - some people *cough cough* Ron doesn't blurt out insensitive stuff much anymore, especially when you are there; overall, you and Hermione are the personification of girl power

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Romantic;

Fred Weasely:

🃏 Fred was whipped, smitten, overwhelmed by his infatuation for you - Fred first saw you in both of your first years, but never spoke to you until the middle of both of your sixth years; Fred was normally a very out there and confident guy, but he had no idea how to talk to you, and (hopefully) ask you out on a date to Hogsmeade

🃏 You were at Hogsmeade with some of your other sixth year friends, (Hermione couldn't come with, she wanted to study up for something), but you and your friends were having a good ol' time for a bit until Fred Weasley came sauntering over to your group; your friend giggled laughly, hushing their voices, and thennnnnn... Fred nervously asked you if you wanted to get a drink with him at The Three Broomsticks (you said yes)

🃏 You and Fred drank Butterbeers at The Three Broomsticks, talking about interests, school, and so on, and finally Fred confessed that he had been wanting to ask you out for a while - this surprised you a bit, but you were happy nonetheless, flattered really; by the end of the date (?) you and Fred both agreed to go one another

🃏 After becoming official, you and Fred would spend a loooooot of time together, attached to the hip, George joked that you were replacing him, but you and Fred had a lot in common; both being extroverted, friendly, funny, and fun in general - does George feel like a third wheel? Yeah, especially when you and Fred are just cuddling all the time, (he's happy for the two of you though)

🃏 Though you and Fred like to go out a lot with friends or just the two of you, a perfect night in is just as amazing - you and Fred would sit in the Gryffindor tower, either cuddling by the fire, listening to music with Fred's head in your lap, or Fred admiring you as you practiced your violin; you both are head over heels for each other

#cute #fluff #x reader #request #requested #matchups #matchup #hp harry potter #hp fandom #hp #harry potter #hermione granger #harry potter fandom #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader

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olivereactsaboutgarbage · 2 months

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Higurashi When They Cry - Watanagashi All-Cast Review Session

Okay so you may have noticed that my plan to post more consistently once again didn't work out.

Every time I think my life is done turning itself inside-out I end up being wrong, so: a Pologies to my Many Fans (4) because unfortunately a consistent posting schedule is forever beyond my grasp, and by extension yours

BUT! I was one post away from finishing Watanagashi. And that fact has honestly been bugging the crap out of me. So I'm just gonna write this one post real quick, after which point you'll go back to not seeing me for at least another month I suspect

So I don't really remember what happened in Watanagashi, but basically, Mion was the good guy, right? :)

Nah but in all seriousness, by which I mean in all copium, something I remember considering at the time is that like, making a green person listen to Toddlers being brutalized is only so cruel a punishment for a green person with no personal connection to those Toddlers. Like, there's a certain Cruelty Minimum there which no reasonable person would be especially inclined to exceed, but without any deep familiarity, the Cruelty Maximum can only get so high.

Anyway, Rena is once again glad I read Higurashi. Took her long enough to show a little gratitude, yeesh.

The Toddlers are pissed off again. Mion is reveling in being the center of attention. Good for her.

The Toddlers complain that this should have been a Toddler 01 arc instead of a Mion arc. Rena stares directly into the camera and says "Maybe some other time."

The Toddlers start talking about boobs. For some reason, this summons Camera. It summons Ooishi too, which is the worst tragedy in all of Higurashi.

Camera's girlfriend and Shion also show up, to up the ante from last time when there were only six guys. Keiichi doesn't show up, because he has to always be a punchline.

Toddler 02 uses her thumb to point at Camera and says "I'll have what she's having," while smirking.

Toddler 01 says "Thank god, Higurashi is solved now." Shion says "Yeah duh" Ooishi says "Yeah duh" Toddler 02 says "Haha yeah"

Rena gets increasingly uncomfortable.

Camera's girlfriend says "Y'all're dumbass bitches"

me in court

Mion says that the prior incidents definitely weren't an elaborate Sonozaki conspiracy because no crime family that smart would spontaneously get so stupid.

Rena, Toddler 01, and Ooishi say "Hooray! Team Supernatural Explanations wins!" I forgot that they had that team, but apparently they had that team.

Shion is like "Uh, NO, you dolts don't win, because, uh, it was all Me all along"

me and my friend when we're trying to drop subtle hints that we don't like someone

Everyone decides that it was an elaborate two-person scheme for Mion to make herself into an Absent Scapegoat so everyone would stop thinking about the various incidents. Toddler 02 doesn't think that's true. Camera's girlfriend is like "lol"

Everyone starts talking about how it doesn't make any sense why bad things keep happening to Keiichi.

Ooishi says that Keiichi must be the key to all of this, so Camera speedreads all of Higurashi in 0.00001 seconds to look for clues. He spots nothing.

The Toddlers say that Keiichi must be getting killed as retribution for being sexually aggressive towards Toddlers. "How enviable," says Camera. "Yeah, I wish I was him," says Ooishi.

...guys, stop...

That sounds really hard. I wouldn't bother if I were you...

Anyways that was nice. Goodbye forever

#higurashi #when they cry #is what i'm consuming

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felixcloud6288 · 2 months

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Higurashi: Curse Killing Chapter 12

Nice little tie-in to that poem from chapter 8. I guess Teppei (or what Satoko thought was Teppei) told her she stinks and has to take super long baths.

Now that he's in a calmer state of mind, Keiichi has realized that casually declaring a death curse on people is not a wise thing to do. It's definitely understandable he'd regret killing Irie because he declared his curse in a heated moment, but it's also surprising he regrets he killed Ooishi. They've been nothing but hostile to each other.

Nice transition from Keiichi's headspace back to the real world. Keiichi's been hearing footsteps and thinking they're from whatever is giving him the curse power. So you might think the hand is also the hand of the curse. Then it turns out the steps and hand were just Satoko.

That conversation Keiichi and Satoko have as they take the long walk up the shrine proves how killing Teppei wouldn't make Satoko happy. He admits to everything, starting with how he wasn't at the festival, then how he wish Takano, Irie, and Ooishi dead, and finally how he murdered Satoko's uncle.

Satoko doesn't want to be around a murderer. Especially one wearing her friend's face.

The scene would have been more on the nose if we saw that mural from chapter 1. Give a subtle hint to what Keiichi should have done instead.

We learned from earlier this arc that Satoko's birthday is a few days after the festival. There is a possibility this chapter is on her birthday. There is also a possibility that Keiichi murdered Mion and Rena on her birthday in Abducted by Demons. And Mion may have kidnapped and murdered her on her birthday in Cotton Drifting.

So, happy birthday Satoko.

The anime handled the scene with Rika far better than the manga did. In the anime, Keiichi pulled out the hatchet he was carrying and swung it at the crows. At one point he dropped it and it got covered in blood. Then Satoko sees Keiichi swinging madly with a blood-soaked weapon, standing over her friend's disemboweled corpse.

Here, he just finds the body and screams. Then Satoko sees it and just accuses him of killing Rika for no reason. I mean c'mon Satoko, this is Higurashi, not Ace Attorney.

Of course, it's not as if Satoko is in a right state of mind. She's concluded that Keiichi isn't actually the same Keiichi she knows. And Keiichi kind of agrees with that. After what his friends said last chapter, he believes his memories and perception is what's wrong and that there is some other Keiichi living a happy life.

And yeah, Satoko genuinely thinks she deserves every bad thing that's happened to her. She damaged the statue of Oyashiro some years ago and let Rika take the blame for it. And now she thinks every bad thing that happens to her is Oyashiro-sama punishing her for it.

It made me double check the last arc and I don't see any damage to the statue. Maybe Rika's parents fixed it, or it could just be an accidental inconsistency due to the arcs having different artists.

And for the third arc in a row, Keiichi is wondering how everything fell apart like it did. How did these happy days end so horribly? At the end of Abducted by Demons and Cotton Drifting, Keiichi wished that the truth be exposed and the case be solved.

But here, almost as if frustrated by his constant failures, Keiichi instead wished for the death of Hinamizawa.

back

#higurashi no naku koro ni #higurashi no naku koro ni reread #higurashi when they cry

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intomybubble · 3 months

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I’m watching this LP of Higurashi and jfc this guy keeps complaining about the MC and various other characters and describing, with too much detail, on how he’d want to have them killed or harmed. Then complains about a character simping for another character (his girlfriend??) but then I have to spend hours listening to him constantly simping over Mion.

When we get to character’s getting into lore and shit, he complains about them leading the MC into the bad things that later in the chapter and getting in his way of hanging out with Mion. BRO THIS IS A HORROR GAME NOT A DATING SIM. The bad is going to happen anyway jfc stop being a bitch (the person explaining just felt like a hobby anthropologist or a historian and the guy I’m watching is calling her a creep psycho. Yeah sure but shut up oh my god)

Like bro you cant explain that away by saying “oh you need a certain sense of humor to get it”. You’re coming off as an ass with everything. I hope your waifu dies in a graphic way you’re forced to read aloud jfc.

I’m just hoping this chapter will be over so Mion will be of less focus. Like idk bc I’m not a guy but I literally do not care too much about the main girls. Like I prefer the nurse, photographer and the officer a bit more currently. I read a few spoilers about them but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Maybe it’s more that I’m less invested in the characters and more interested in the narrative (like oooh whats gonna happen next vs idk)

Of the girls I currently don’t care for Mion bc if the dude I’m watching. I’m not a huge fan of Satoko bc of her pranks. I’m fine about Rika, and I’m not fond of Rena’s “kyute” and “hao” sounds but she’s nice.

#desiree talks #god damn I should’ve spent more time in finding a good person to watch read this game #but i’m nearing the end of the 2nd chapter #and i feel like listening to their commentary all the way through would be more interesting to see how things change #and i do not want to do over the first 2 chapters until i finish #i could probably do like i did for dangan ronpa and listen even more passively the next time with someone else #i remember checking out several youtubers after finishing an lp of of V3

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100cat · 10 months

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Current thoughts on Higurashi: When They Cry Ch. 3, Tatarigoroshi

(No spoilers plz, but also . Spoilers from me here tho HKGJD)

(I have just reached the end of chapter 6 btw-)

So I hate Coach, he’s weird 😭 I know the point is supposed to be that he’s ~silly~ and ~quirky~ but it doesn’t make me feel less uncomfortable GKGKG I mean like yeah he’s nice. But he’s also 🤨 to me. Jail 👏

This whole Chapter just feels more sus than the others, but also it has so many more wholesome moments as well 😭

Ok with that out of the way, onto things I’m liking so far!

Once again, wholesome moments. Amazing. I’ve always loved Keiichi and Satoko’s dynamic, and it’s really nice to see them get along so well here.

As always, the show-not-tell of the group’s strengths and love for one another showing here. That’s something I really admire about the writing- each character is so multidimensional that trying to describe them with one word feels so wrong. And they all care about each other so much!

But my favorite thing right now is how heartbreaking the current situation is. If you or anyone you’ve cared about has dealt with child abuse, then you really get how the characters are feeling :c it really hits home for me, more than the other chapters (not that they had to be relatable to be as impactful as they were-)

Once again the overall writing is incredible, and I am once again grateful that it was written in first person point of view. You can really feel Keiichi’s confusion and frustration as he argues with Mion over how to get Satoko out of the abusive household. (While the laws may be different here in America, I do feel like I understand the complexities of the law when dealing with abuse better now. ) Like… he’s just a kid. A teenager. He wants so badly to help his dear friend, but he’s naive and optimistic. There’s nothing anyone can do, really…

Oh man, and the scene where Coach and Keiichi hear Satoko’s uncle being awful to her, and both of them knowing there’s nothing they can do?! The “wait and see” approach that Keiichi hated the social workers doing- i looove how that phrase and idea keeps popping up, it’s heart wrenching and thematically impactful 😭

Just remembered they’re gonna have to face demons or something later oh no- we haven’t even gotten to the Watanagashi festival yet o.o”

And just knowing that the creator worked as a social worker once… (from what I’ve heard) …wow. This stuff is heartbreaking!

Also ACAB lol no one likes the cops. That’s another theme of these games I like. But are we getting some timeline convergence/ZE morphogenetic field stuff with Keiichi seeing Ooishi and hating him on sight..? Exciting!

#higurashi when they cry #my posts #Will I ever stop live-blogging Higurashi?? no. I’m sorry HKFJF XD #child abuse ment cw #I know I’m very vague I’m so sorry mutuals who have never played 😭😭

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catsvrsdogscatswin · 11 months

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Higurashi Month 2023, Day 8: Game

Shion had been here before –been in front of this classroom before. That had been the first time she had really begun to get to know Satoshi-kun –not just his bravery, but also his hurts, his cares, his fears. She looked shamefully at her hands, remembering how she had berated and beaten Satoko-chan, then took a deep breath and looked up, straightening her back.

This was fine. Shion was no longer that kind of person –and besides, she had made a promise, hadn't she?

"Hello~" she sang, sliding the door open and sauntering into the classroom. "My my, Onee, couldn't wait to start without me?"

"Shion!" Onee gasped, looking flabbergasted. The rest of her club looked nearly as shocked –Rika-chama and Satoko-chan knew of her, at least, but Rena-san and Kei-chan looked like they'd seen a ghost. "What are you doing here?!"

"Hmm~? I came to play games with your club, of course." Shion drawled, sashaying around a stunned Kei-chan, before swooping down to squeeze a surprised Satoko-chan in her arms, scooping her up from her chair. "And take care of this adorable little munchkin~!"

"Eh?! Shion-san!" Satoko-chan squeaked, wriggling in Shion's grip. "What's going on?!"

"Well, I promised Satoshi-kun to take care of you." Shion said, and did not miss the way that Satoko-chan's squirming abruptly ceased. She cooed, rubbing her cheek against the top of Satoko-chan's blonde little head. "And I can't do that if I go to a different school, soooo~"

"You transferred?!" Mion gaped, her jaw dropping. As well it should –Shion had spent weeks coaxing, cajoling, begging Oni-Baba to let her have this one thing, fulfill this one promise to her long-lost… friend. The damn miserly old hag had known full well who Satoshi-kun was and what he'd meant to Shion –what he still meant to Shion– and she had to wonder if guilt for his disappearance and the subsequent meaninglessness of Shion's sacrifice had been more than half the reason for Oni-Baba's eventual, reluctant yes.

"I did!" Shion sang, shooting her sister a wicked grin. She let Satoko-chan wriggle out of her grip, before sliding into a spare chair and palming her chin as she leered over at Onee. "And I'd like to join your club, too."

Mion looked like she'd been cornered by a pack of hounds.

"Ehhhh…"

"Oh, how wonderful!" Rena-san squealed, either ignoring or oblivious to her leader's reluctance as she turned to Shion with shining eyes. "It'd be amazing to get another club member so soon after Keiichi-kun, yes it would!"

Speaking of which, something sparked in Kei-chan's eyes as he looked at her.

"What, you mean I'd no longer be the newbie…? Heck yeah!" he cheered, his face lighting up.

"Hmph!" Satoko-chan turned away from Shion and stuck her nose in the air, smoothing out the wrinkles Shion's impromptu cuddle had made in her clothes. "Well, I mean, if you absolutely have to… I don't want to make you break a promise, or anything."

They all looked towards Rika-chama as the last bastion of support, and she blinked, coming out of her self-imposed daze.

"Oh, I-I think it would be nice to change things up with a new member!" she chimed belatedly, giving one of her angelic little smiles. "Nipah!"

"Seems like my acceptance is unanimous." Shion drawled, turning back to her sister with a self-satisfied smirk. Mion slammed her hands on the cluster of desks and stood.

"Now hold on a second!" she barked, glaring at an unconcerned Shion as fire spurted from her eyes. "You can't just waltz in here and attach yourself to my club with no warning!"

"Oh? Are you afraid of some actual competition or something?" Shion sighed, spreading her arms in a careless shrug. "How sad. How mean."

"Ngh-!" Mion's face went beet red. "I can beat you any day!"

Shion's eyes flashed towards her with a wicked spark glinting in them.

"Oh~?" she drawled, reaching out for the cards that had lain discarded on the table all this time. "Then deal me in, Onee, and put your money where your mouth is."

Mion gulped –but she'd already dug her own grave.

"Fine!" she snapped, her chair screeching a little as she pulled it back and sat down again. "When I win, I'll make your punishment game expulsion from our club!"

"And when I win, I think I'll make you acknowledge me as leader of the club for a day." Shion snickered, swiping up the cards she was dealt as the other club members leaned back in, a sense of competition rising sharp in the air from all of them –not just her and her sister.

Shion smiled, even as all the cards were dealt and the pseudo-bloodbath began.

This promised to be… fun.

#Higurashi Month #Higurashi Month 2023 #Higurashi no Naku Koro ni #Higurashi When They Cry #When They Cry

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slytherweasley · 3 years

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Busy (Hermione Granger x reader)

Warnings: smut and swearing

Summary- Hermione hasn’t stopped studying for her O.W.Ls which annoys Y/n when she gets ignored.

Fifth year is possibly the worst of all years, to make it worse Umbridge decided to ruin it by putting so many rules into place. Hermione has been so distracted with studying this year and now there is less than a month until the O.W.L.s.

“She’s added more rules, it’s ridiculous” Ron complains “It’s like she has spies everywhere” you add. “Dean was sitting beside this girl in the common room and the next day they both got detention just because they were sitting close to each other.” Hermione doesn’t say anything just focuses on her book.

“Well I’m getting tired, I’ll see you in the morning.” Ron says and Harry gets up after him “Goodnight boys” Hermione looks up from her book and then back down again. “You wanna go to bed Mione?” “No, you go” “I’ll wait here with you.”

After an hour Hermione hasn’t said a word to you just reads her book. Hermione starts to yawn “Lets go to bed.” You go up to your dorm, Parvati is already asleep. You change into your pyjamas and try to get into Hermione’s bed “Mione, could you please move your stuff so we can cuddle?” “Not tonight I’m busy.” “It’s 10:30 we should go to bed, we have school tomorrow” “I don’t want to sleep with you tonight” she snaps.

You walk back to your bed and get cuddled up in the sheets. Hermione is usually quite loving with you which hurts. “Y/n” she whispers putting a hand on your back “What?” “I’m sorry, I want to cuddle with you.” “Why are you so indecisive?” “I’m stressed. I want to do well in the O.W.L.s and I need your cuddles.”

You let her into your bed “You two stress me out, some days I think you will get married and others I’m not so sure” Parvati says. “I thought you were asleep” Hermione says “I was.” Hermione cuddles into you kissing your cheek “Can you be quiet?” You whisper into her ear “Not now Y/n. I’m tired” she whispers back “Hermione! It has been like a month” “I know but I’m still tired.” She falls asleep on your shoulder and you kiss her forehead.

You love Hermione to death but when she is in work mode you get annoyed. This is the worst it’s ever been because she thinks her whole life depends on her O.W.Ls.

The next morning you wake up soaked. In the night Hermione moved her leg inbetween your thighs putting pressure on your clit. You wanted so badly to grind on her thy but you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet and Parvati is waking up any minute now. “Mione” you whisper waking her up “Morning sweetheart.” “Please help” you bring her hand to your pussy “Oh shit. We can’t be late, if it was any other time except now I would help you.” “You want me to walk around soaking wet and throbbing?” Hermione looks conflicted “I’m sorry, I promise you I’ll find a time to help you out.”

You decide not to wear underwear today, for two reasons. One so the throbbing might go away when the air hits it, and two so Hermione can easily help without complaining about the underwear being in the way.

Hermione holds your hand and you walk to breakfast together. You so badly wanted to put hermiones hand under your skirt so she could feel your bare cunt but you had a plan.

Hermione made you choose all the same subjects as her so you were lucky enough to be with her all day. At lunch is when you decided you couldn’t handle being horny. While Hermione revises some notes she has written you put your hand on her upper thigh and continue eating. She doesn’t question it until you swiftly move your hand into her underwear. She looks up from her notes and looks at you with wide eyes, you slip a finger into her core, she puts a hand on her mouth.

“Is that a girl thing or a girlfriend thing?” Harry asks “Huh?” Hermione looks at Harry “You two look like you’re having a conversation without saying anything.” “Oh, yeah it’s a girl thing but also a girlfriend thing” Hermione says putting a sandwich in her mouth. She moves closer to you putting her leg over yours to spread her legs. She buries her face in your neck. “This is so wrong” she whispers “Then why are you so needy for me?” “I can’t help it. I actually need to study.” She picks up the parchment and tries to read it occasionally slipping a moan.

“I’m going to cum” she whispers burying her head in your neck again. You take your fingers out of her and she slaps you “Woah” Ron says. “You bitch” she slaps your arm and you laugh. “It’s not nice is it?” “I told you later” “Now I am telling you later.”

Hermione gets focused on her studying and she eventually forgets about being horny. You however could not say the same. You walk into Transfiguration with Hermione “No, let’s sit at the back” “What, why?” “Trust me.”

You and Hermione sit in the back corner you couldn’t concentrate on the lesson when the throbbing got worse. “I can’t concentrate back here, why did you want to sit here?” You take Hermiones hand and put it under your skirt. “Where is your underwear?” “I didn’t put any on this morning. I can’t wait any longer.” she starts to rub your clit slowly still listening to Professor McGonagal talk. “Faster Mione” she rubs faster making you whine and beg for more in her ear. She pushes your legs apart as far as you can and rubs faster. Luckily Professor McGonagal couldn’t see what Hermione was doing.

“Oh please Mione” you moan in her ear groping one of her tits. “No, she will see” you let go and Hermione slipped in a couple fingers. “You’re soaked” she whispers “For you Mione.” You feel yourself about to cum you bite Hermione’s shoulder hoping it will stop you from moaning. “Oh Merlin” Hermione puts her fingers in her mouth. “That was so much fun” Hermione whispers “You’re so naughty” “I like being naughty for you, Y/n.”

Hermione couldn’t stop smiling at you up until the end of the day. “Let’s go up to our dorm” you go to your dorm and lay down while Hermione studies and Parvati gathers some books to return to the library. “Where are you going?” Hermione asks Parvati “I’m going to the library to do some studying, wanna come with me?” “I prefer studying in here but maybe after dinner.” “I’ll see you at dinner then” Parvati shuts the door.

“Muffliato” Hermione says and gets up from her bed “What are you doing?” You ask “What do you think?” Hermione gets on your bed and starts to strip. You watch her as she unbuttons her shirt revealing her bra “Keep going, I want to see you strip naked.” She unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the ground. “Shit look at you” you moan and reaches behind her back and unclips her bra, her boobs are so beautiful and perky.

Last to come off is her underwear, she stands in front of you completely naked. “Your turn” she says “You want me to strip too?” “Not exactly.” Hermione straddles you and unbuttons your shirt, her eyes widen “You’re not wearing a bra” “I wanted to be ready.” She takes off your skirt. “Lay down, it’s your turn.”

You spread her legs apart “I’m sensitive” she says “That’s good I’ll make you cum hard.” You kiss her inner thy’s making her squirm until you kiss her clit “Please I need more.” You suck on her clit fingering her with a finger. “Ahh fuck Y/n” she yells, it always turns you on when Hermione swears. She rarely ever swears outside of the bedroom but she’s so vocal when we have sex that it just comes out. “Y/n I’m about to cum” you feel her walls tighten and throb around your fingers.

“I want to suck on your nipples” Hermione says “You do?” “Yes, it always feels amazing when you do it to me, I want to try it.” Little does Hermione know how sensitive your nipples are. They get hard when Hermione accidentally touches or brushes past you. You bite your lip when she takes it into her mouth. “Hermione please” she pinches your other nipple and you start to grind on her thigh. She bites the nipple in her mouth before letting go “Youre so needy, what do you need?” “Your thigh” Hermione sits on the edge of the bed letting you straddle her thigh and start rubbing yourself on her thigh.

“Wow you’re wet” she kisses your neck “Feels amazing Mione” her leg is so smooth and easy to grind on. “Can I grind on your pussy?” You ask Hermione “Yes love.” You position yourself between her legs. Just the connection of our cunts made us wet. “Move or I’m going to cum” Hermione says and you start to grind. “Oh shit, oh fuck. You’re so good at this” Hermione yells and starts moaning.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well Mione. Making me so wet” “I’m s-so close!” Hermione holds onto your tits and you feel her finish under you bucking and grinding her hips into you. “Keep doing that I am going to cum.” You cum and cuddle with Hermione “Did I make it up to you?” Hermione asks “Yes mione, you certainly did.” “You seemed to enjoy yourself” “So did you Mione, you make me so horny when you swear and moan like that.

“Hmm maybe we could go for round two and I’ll be fucking you this time” she rubs your clit while whispering in your ear “Fuck I’m already throbbing” “Good girl.”

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britishboystm · 3 years

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Yoga Antics | Fred Weasley 18+

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut 18+ (minors dni!), unprotected vaginal penetration, male masturbation, kissing, swearing, fluff

WC: 2.9k

Summary: Y/N gets into yoga. Now Fred wants to get into Y/N...

A/N: A little something something while y’all wait for the next chapter of TDWM. Enjoy ya horny bastard!

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Stress management was something that you had grown to value a great deal in your free time. Even more so when you wound up marrying a Weasley twin.

It wasn’t that you didn’t absolutely adore your husband. You loved him with every fibre of your being. It was true however that sometimes you just needed a moment to yourself to unwind and recuperate, especially when living with such a hectic personality like Fred.

On the hunt for new tactics to tend to your mental health, you came across yoga, a muggle activity that Hermione had been raving about once her and Ron came back from her hometown during the Christmas break. She had said that her mom got her into it and how it made her stress levels drop drastically.

Admitly, you were skeptical at first. The idea of twisting and contorting your limbs to relax your racing mind seemed ridiculous. A simple spell should have been able to do the trick just fine, but alas one did not exist for such a thing, so you were left with not much to work with.

Hoping to persuade you, Hermione handed you a book from across the kitchen table while Ron and the twins laughed about some absolute nonsense in the living room of your home.

“Trust me Y/N. I’m usually a cynic myself about these things, but when I tell you yoga changed my life,”

She quickly glanced over at the boys to make sure their attention was averted elsewhere before leaning in so only you could hear.

“You would not believe the sex I’ve been having. Ever since I started doing yoga, I’ve been able to do things with my body that I could never imagine even in my wildest dreams.” Your eyes expanded instantly upon hearing her saucy confession. It was very unlike Hermione Granger to be so flippant about something as personal as what her and her husband did behind closed doors.

“Hermione!” You squeaked out as you shot your hands up to your flushed cheeks, embarrassed at the thought of your brother in law and best friend/sister in law in any kind of compromising situation. The image was now ingrained into your brain, an image you could easily do without no less.

Hermione lightly giggled but quickly covered it up with a cough when she noticed Ron and the twins look over at the two of you with interest.

“Everything alright ‘mione?” Ron asked, clearly oblivious to the raunchy conversation taking place between the whispering women.

“Nothing, go back to whatever you were doing.” She spoke, pursing her lips to hide a smirk. He gave her a look that read what are you up to over there? but quickly dropped it when he turned back around to continue the conversation he was having with his older brothers.

“I’m serious though, it has been an absolute godsend. I’m sure you and Fred can both get something out of it.” Your cheeks grew an even deeper red at the thought of what all of that might entail.

“Thank you for the advice Hermione. I’ll keep it in mind.” Maybe you would give the book a quick look through, if you were able to find any time during your insanely busy schedule.

“Love, time to head out?” Ron spoke as he stood up from the couch and brought over his finished cup of tea to the sink for washing later.

“Yes, we best be going. Remember what I said Y/N.” She nudged the book further towards you and got up to pull you in for a warm embrace.

“I’ll see you soon.” You spoke, giving her a warm friendly rub on the back before she went over to the door to get her ballet flats on.

“Y/N, always a pleasure.” Ron came over with a dopey smile, opening his arms to give you a big bear hug.

“Bye Ron.” He then headed over to Hermione, giving her his arm to hold on to as she struggled to get on one of her shoes.

“Only thing I’m good for, it seems.” Everyone laughed as Hermione rolled her eyes and smacked him the chest playfully.

“Oh shut it Ronald,” She jeers before opening the door.

“Bye!” The couple speak in unison as they head out the door, Fred closing it behind them.

“Well, I best be off too. I think I’ve left poor Angelina with the kids long enough.” George let out a sigh, bracing himself for what he knew he would be coming home to.

“Good luck with that mate.” Fred chuckles as he pats his brother on the shoulder.

“Bye love,” George speaks as he comes in for the usual kiss on each cheek with you.

“Bye George. Tell Angie we say hi.”

“Will do.” And then he makes his way out the door, Fred once again closing it behind him. He then turns around and looks down at you, a sly smirk dancing along his lips.

“Alone at last.” He groans before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Gah! You big idiot, if you drop me I swear to Godric!” You screech out. Fred let’s out a laugh before abruptly bending his knees, pretending to lose his grip on you. Your hand comes in contact with his back with a loud smack.

“I’m serious Fred, don’t do it!” He chuckles again before plopping you down on one of the couches in the living room. He shifts about so he was now straddling your waist. His hair, which he had been growing out, covered his face slightly. You brought your hand up to caress his light stubble ridden cheek.

He sighs out in contentment and flutters his eyes shut, leaning into your touch and kissing the knuckle of your thumb.

“Hi.” You say sweetly with bright sparkling eyes as you begin to twirl his fiery red locks between your delicate fingers.

“Hi.” His soft voice makes your stomach flutter. To this day you still experienced the same excitement you would get when you first started dating Fred back in school.

“Can we have sex?” He asks out of the blue.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his request. Ever since you tied the knot, the mystery and suspense your sex life once had began to simmer. Being upfront about both of your wants and needs became a part of the beauty of your marriage. No secrets were kept and no childish games were played. If one of you wanted it, all you had to do was ask.

“Only if you carry me, ‘m tired.” You spoke, going back to playing with his hair.

“Works for me.” His face lit up as he lifts you up off of the couch and carries you bridal style up to your shared bedroom.

You had to admit, Hermione was right.

The morning after that visit, you began to read tidbits of the book she gave you.

Not wanting to answer a billion questions, you kept the material out of your husband's sight. You knew he would become super curious and make you explain everything to him, and having just begun learning yourself, you decided it was best to keep it hidden away. Again, this concept was feorgein to the wizarding world so you couldn’t blame him.

It really did work out perfectly. Once you felt that you had gotten the hang of it, every morning after Fred left for the shop, you would set up in the living room and practice your yoga.

It honestly felt awful at first. Your body was so tight and tense that you had almost given up completely after your first time doing it.

But not wanting to throw in the towel so early, you kept it up until you began noticing a slight change in your body. Little things like being able to touch your toes or go into a deep lunge were gratifying and it almost became a bit of a drug to you. Not to mention it helped you sleep like a baby.

Fred was also starting to notice a difference. Knowing you were tight all over, sex usually consisted of fairly mild positions that didn’t put to much of a strain on your body. But that one random night in which you were suddenly able to bring your legs up to wrap around his neck as he pounded into you set off alarms in his head.

You had done something and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

That was a while ago.

Since then, you had fully converted to a life of zen, and yoga was your remedy to all of the worries that plagued your mind. Mornings were becoming easier and easier to face as Fred would shut the door behind him and you would pull out your yoga blocks and mat.

And this morning began like any other. The sun seeped through your white translucent curtains which made Fred groan in irritation. He hated getting up in the morning.

He turned over to face you and slowly opened his eyes, watching you shift about and slowly begin to wake up yourself.

“What time is it?” You spoke, nuzzling your face into his bare chest.

“7:15.” He was able to croak out in his scruffy morning voice.

“Off to work then?” You asked, finally looking up at him with this innocent and soft look that never failed to make him turn into a puddle of emotions.

“Off to work indeed.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair, flopping on to his back to allow himself to wake up more.

“You're going to be late if you don’t get a move on.” He smiled at this before deciding to scoop you up into his arms so you were now laying on your stomach on top of him.

“George can manage for a bit can’t he?” He asked as he moved your crazy morning hair out of your eyes so he could get a better look at you. Your chin rested against his sternum as you rolled your eyes.

“Remember last time you tried to pull that stunt? He threatened to hex you.” Fred winced at the memory.

“Better not then huh?” He grimaces slightly, already knowing the answer to his question.

“Well unless you are willing to have your hair be green for the next year, then yeah I wouldn’t. Now stop stalling and get your arse up!” You say, pinching his hip which makes him arch up slightly underneath your touch.

“If you do that again I may never get out of bed.” His smirk would usually get to you but no one could ever get between you and your yoga sessions. Even Fred Gideon Weasley.

“Nice try Casanova, that isn’t going to work this time,” You lifted the sheets off of both of you and got out of bed to take a shower.

Later that morning, Fred ran over to you, pressing a kiss to your temple before grabbing a orange from the fruit bowl and rushing out the door for work.

You smiled knowingly, waiting for at least a minute before jumping up from your spot on the couch and ran back into your bedroom. Never in your life had you been so excited to wear spandex.

Once your setup was organized, you quickly got into child’s pose, hoping to give your begging joints and muscles a gentle wake up. It felt so good that the groan you emitted covered up the sound of the front door opening and closing.

Fred was back.

He had come from downstairs, having forgotten important paperwork he had to fill out for some possible investors. But the heavy package of documents seemed to have slipped his mind for a second time when he came across your arse stretched out in the bent over position.

His trousers tightened almost instantly and his finger had to come up and tug at his shirt collar that had suddenly become too tight.

Unaware of his presence, you continued your late morning with no care in the world. Feeling satisfied, your body moved up into a downward dog. Your lower legs and ankles gasped out in gratitude as you slowly leaned deeper and deeper into the upside pose.

That’s when you saw him.

Between your legs, you were able to notice a pair of brown dress shoes, one tapping away impatiently. Your eyes went wide and your throat let out a squeak, making you collapse to the floor and quickly turn to look up at your amused and very turned on husband.

“So this is what you’ve been doing when I’m away?” Your cheeks were all flushed, partly from the blood rushing to your face when you were upside down and partly due to Fred looming over you in a dominating stance.

“Fred I-.” You quickly tried to cover your tracks. Explain that it was a stupid thing Hermione told you about and that it didn’t matter.

“Hush love, I’m not mad.” He said through a relaxed chuckle.

“You’re not?”

“How could I? You are so fucking fit babes.” Your cheeks burned stronger and your eyes flitted down to the mat beneath you.

“Hey dove, no need to be shy. I liked what you were doing there. What was it anyway?” He was now crouched in front of you, lightly tracing his thumb against your cheek.

“Yoga, supposed to make you feel less stressed and more flexible.” You could see the gears turning in his head.

“Oh so I have yoga to thank for the amazing shagging we have been having recently then?” His comment made you giggle, making him swoon in return.

“Show me more. I want to watch.” God he knew how to make your stomach twirl. His face was no longer soft, but rather dark and naughty. The lust that was connecting the two of you caused your leggings to dampen. You shifted, now feeling slightly uncomfortable with sitting in your own wetness.

“What, you feeling uncomfy? Here I’ll help.” Before you could respond, he laid you on your back and dragged you towards him along the mat, his hands gripping the back of your thighs.

“Shall I take these off then?” He asked, an eyebrow raised in question. He was playing a game and he knew he had already won.

“Yes please.” Your voice was breathy and soft. He aggressively grabbed the waistband of your legging and tugged them down your legs.

Once they were in a wet mess somewhere in a corner of the living room, he bent down between your legs to pull you in for a kiss. Your hands went up to his hair and your legs wrapped around his torso, slightly grinding up into him.

His lips detached from yours and he looked down to notice your desperate actions.

“Awe love, you all worked up now?” He was obviously teasing you. Hell if anything, he was more bothered then you were, but he was always better at keeping his emotions below the surface.

“Want you to show me what you were doing again. This time in your undies babes.” You nodded urgently and turned yourself around, going into a cow position.

His heavy breathing and warm palms on your arse cheeks made his presence very much known.

You pushed back slightly, hoping he would get the hint.

“Patient, I’ll deal with you in a minute. Want to see more first.” Gaining some power, you got up and pushed him back, indicating for him to move onto the couch, giving him a front row seat to what would become his favourite show.

You pulled out every suggestive pose in the book. At one point, when you were able to look over at his reaction, his tie had come undone along with some buttons and his hand was fisted around his cock.

He looked heavenly sitting there, one arm draped along the top of the couch and his head thrown back in pure pleasure. He should have been back to work by now but neither one of you cared.

“Fuck, keep it up love.” You wanted his finish, not his hand so you stopped your performance and crawled over to him, kneeling between his spread open legs.

Without speaking a single word, your mouth opened wide, your tounge stretched out in a plea for his cum.

“You want me down your throat darling?” You nodded, eyes shut in patience. His groans increased and your palms began to sweat as anticipation grew all through your body.

But nothing came.

One of your eyes opened in confusion only for you to be met with him coming off of the couch and pushing you back into the mat once more. He stretched your legs open wide and moved your thong to the side. There was no time to adjust as his length rammed into you. Instantly gripping his biceps you let out a cry of submission and pleasure.

“Feel so nice and warm. Want you nice and wide for me when I finish yeah? Are you going to finish with me little dove?” You could only let out a wail of acceptance as you sobbed.

His drilling quickened and quickened until you both finally were able to come as one, something you had yet to achieve in your relationship. He let out a surprised laugh at the accomplishment before collapsing on top of you in exhaustion.

“Thank Merlin for yoga.” He spoke through heavy breaths.

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drawlfoy · 3 years

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detention, retention, and draco malfoy being a little shit

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pairing: draco x reader

request: no not really

summary: golden trio friend y/n y/l/n tries to extract information out of draco malfoy after being placed in detention together.

warnings: swearing, panic attack kinda stuff, just the dark war things that would come w having the task that draco does

a/n: ayo so i started this as a fic i was originally planning on writing in a week. i discontinued it bc i didn’t think anyone was that interested, but i’ve written for it on and off. it’s about 16k words right now standing, but i’m reposting this as a 2 part series. here are the first ~12k words....enjoy :) IMPORTANT: if you’re like “hey i started reading this in october why tf are you reposting the first two parts” just keep reading ok lmao i promise there’s more there’s about through part 6 in here hehe. i just wanted new readers to be able to pick up on it without being turned off by the fact that it was part 3. this will b e 2 parts and at least 20k words

word count: 11.6k

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For legal purposes, the york pudding she lobbed at Pansy Parkinson’s head on Monday evening was simply meant to be a joke. She didn’t know that her aim was bad enough that it was going to get in Snape’s hair instead--honestly, it wasn’t even supposed to get past the Ravenclaw table, much less veer to the left to make a beeline for the professors--but no matter how much she tried to explain this to McGonagall, her sentence remained the same: detention every Friday. For two months.

Her life was ending for sure.

“I honestly don’t know what you were expecting,” Hermione told her as she gently wiped off the nib of her quill later that night in the common room. “Even if you had hit your mark, that’s still technically assault.”

“Did you even hear what she said to me? She told me that I looked like the type of kid that bit people in primary school,” complained Y/N. “I didn’t even think she knew what primary school was!”

Hermione snorted. “How long ago?”

“Two days. I’ve been waiting until there was something throwable on the dinner table.”

“How very analytic of you.”

“I’m going to hit you.”

“And you wonder why you’ve got detention.” Hermione tsk-ed at her, her face stone serious but her tone light hearted. “Maybe take this as an opportunity to, I don’t know, do your homework for once? So you won’t have to have a breakdown over the next Potion’s essay and beg me to write it for you?”

“I’m going to go to sleep and think terribly mean thoughts about you.”

“Have fun.”

Detention.

Something that Y/N wasn’t completely unfamiliar with--she’d done her time organizing Snape’s cabinets, just like every other Gryffindor--but it was different when it came to McGonagall. An impressive old lady, she thought that McGonagall saw something in her. She was always the first to chuckle at Y/N’s jokes and hesitated to reprimand her stupid behavior. And she never gave Y/N detention.

Until now, she supposed. 6th year was changing a lot of things--even their Potions professor--so McGonagall turning a new stone shouldn’t have been anything shocking.

At least, not as shocking as the first thing Y/N saw as she walked into her house head’s office.

“Malfoy?” she spat.

The platinum blonde didn’t even bother to look up from his desk.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Professor McGonagall chided. “I think we would all prefer if you restrained yourself from getting into any more physical altercations with Slytherins.”

She huffed, plopping down in the chair furthest away from that foul git and reaching for her satchel.

“I’ll be back in two hours,” said the elderly professor. “If I hear anything, and I mean anything, other than the sound of studying, consider your sentence doubled.”

With a swish of her robes, McGonagall was gone, leaving her with Malfoy.

“So what’d you do to get in here, huh? Did the administration finally get a hold of that video of you licking Voldemort’s toes?”

“What the fuck does that mean?!” he snapped, whipping around to glare at her.

“‘s just a joke,” said Y/N. “Like--how everyone says your family houses him and everything--but whatever. I can tell it’s a sore spot.”

His gaze, never withering in intensity, remained trained on her face. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Apparently so. What’re you here for?”

He exhaled sharply. “If I tell you, will you shut up and let me think?”

“No promises, but maybe.”

“Late work. I forgot to turn in the Transfiguration exam last week.”

She made a tutting sound as she lazily shuffled through the crumpled parchment in her satchel. “I expected more from you. Aren’t you gonna ask me how I wound up here?”

“No. I am going to ask you to stop talking now, though.”

“That’s terribly unfortunate,” Hermione said over breakfast the next morning. Ron and Harry were nervously chit chatting at the other side of the table over the Saturday Quidditch game against Hufflepuff--supposedly it was supposed to be quite a high stakes match. Not like Y/N cared much, though.

“Yeah! And the worst part was that he won’t even tease anymore. Like, he just sits there all broody and woe is me. We’re all witnessing our nation’s descent into war--he’s not special!”

“Who are you talking about?” asked Harry.

“Oh, just Malfoy,” said Y/N. “We have detention together with McGonagall. He’s such a nasty little greaseball, don’t you think? I mean, look at him right now, glowering over his cereal.”

“Wait! That’s it!”

“What’s it, Harry?” Hermione asked.

“It’s genius, really,” he said. “Y/N has to spend time with him alone every week, and we know that something is up with him. Malfoy is absolutely a Death Eater and has connections to You-Know-Who, but I just need to find a way to prove it.”

“I vaguely forecast where this is going, and I hate it already.”

“Listen, Y/N. It’s not for that long, and it’s for the health of the wizarding world. If you just get to know him--”

“Ick!”

“If you just get to know him, maybe get him to trust you and find out his secrets...we’d finally have enough to turn him in and throw him out of Hogwarts for good.”

“Is that really necessary, Harry?” Ginny butted in from her seat further down next to Dean. “Malfoy’s probably just exhausted like the rest of you. 6th year is difficult, and we have no solid evidence that he’s a Death Eater. I’m sure being stuck in a room with him for 2 hours is hard enough without pretending to be nice to him.”

“But what if Harry’s right?” said Y/N. “What if he is actually a Death Eater? What if he’s an active danger to the student body?”

“Exactly!” The joy written across Harry’s face at the prospect of someone else finally agreeing was infectious. “So will you?”

“Er…” She dragged her spoon across the top layer of her porridge. “In theory, sure. In actuality, I’m not sure how I could do it. Malfoy doesn’t want anything to do with me, either.”

“Love potion?” offered Ron.

“I don’t care how much of a prat he is, I’m not roofying him.”

“I rarely agree with you, Y/N, but I think you’re right. If you want to do this, you need to get him to trust you for real.”

“Your back-handed compliment skills never disappoint, Hermione. Do you think you could help me out with a plan?”

A slow smile spread across the girl’s face as she nodded. “That’s my strong suit.”

The plan they laid out over the remainder of the day was ambitious but at least do-able. Each week was split into different subtasks, the end goal being a somewhat tentative friendship between the two.

“If you can flirt with him and get him to have a crush on you without scaring him off, you’d be in the best possible position,” Hermione told her as they walked back from the Quidditch pitch among the screaming Gryffindor fans. They’d won--yet again. “Obviously I don’t foresee that being likely, but if you pull it off somehow he’d probably be willing to tell you anything. The fact that you’re a pureblood is going to carry you through this whole ordeal. He’ll at least be accepting of your existence in the wizarding community.”

The bitter edge in Hermione’s tone made Y/N’s blood boil. There was no reason for Malfoy to be as prejudiced as he was--he’d spent his adolescence in Hermione’s academic dust. She was obviously smarter than him.

“You got it, ‘Mione,” she said. Her voice barely carried over the cheers of her peers as they ascended the steps to the common room. “We’ll take this little ferret down. I can’t wait.”

“Don’t get too cocky, now.”

The Gryffindor after-party was crazy...per usual. The charmed self-filling goblets, the blasted playlist of Wizpop pumping through the air, and the buzzing energy of the room was giving Y/N a giant headache. She stood with Hermione and Harry by the edge of the crowd, watching Ron get hoisted up on the shoulders of the chasers.

“No wonder the Slytherins think we’re Neanderthals,” Y/N mused. For once, Hermione didn’t respond. “Hermione? Is everything okay?”

The second she turned away to look at her best friend, gasps and whistles filled the room. She whipped back just in time to see Lavender Brown, a sweet but slightly ditzy girl in their year, pull away from a kiss with Ron.

“Oh shi--Hermione!”

Harry and Y/N shared a glance before darting after the witch--who had impressively already made it to the door.

“Hermione, wait!” Y/N called as they jogged after her, throwing open the common room entrance and finding her sat by the tapestry on the other side of the hall, knees to her chest.

“‘Mione, what’s wrong?” asked Harry.

“Don’t be daft, Harry,” said Y/N. “You saw exactly what the rest of us did.”

“I don’t understa--”

“Harry.” Her voice was taut. “I know you’re just trying to help, but I think that it might be best if you let us be. Go back and enjoy the party.”

He gave her a tight, grateful smile before darting back through the door. Y/N wasted no more time in walking over to Hermione and throwing her arms around her shoulders.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, hugging her tight. Hermione made no move to detach them, so she continued. “Ron is an idiot. You deserve so much better--your first kiss was Viktor fucking Krum, after all. You’re hot stuff and this place is just unfortunately running dry of men who are impressive enough for you. Once you’re out of here and working in the Ministry, you’re gonna have the time of your life with men actually in your league.”

Hermione managed a sniffly laugh as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “It’s just so fucking embarrassing, you know. Like, I have a crush on him because I think he understands me and I smelled him in my Amortentia and I thought he’d like me back, but…” She hiccuped. “Then he goes off and kisses Lavender Brown, of all people. There’s nothing particularly wrong with her or anything, but she’s so different...I’m so bookish, and she’s so girly and everything I’m not…”

Y/N took the opportunity to tuck a lock of Hermione’s hair behind her ear as she listened.

“And it can’t help but make me think--was I ever anything to him but a friend? If the girl he ends up choosing is the opposite of me?”

“Girly, don’t think like that,” murmured Y/N. “He’s a teenage boy. They don’t think of love the way that we do--to them it’s a game of availability, not of choice. At least for Ronald. You intimidate him, and by extension, you’re not available.”

“That shouldn’t matter!”

“You’re right. It shouldn’t.” Y/N drew a long breath. “So you should find someone who always has you as their first choice--someone who isn’t intimidated by your intellect. They’re out there. I promise.”

Hermione managed a shaky smile. “Thanks, Y/N. I mean it. Do you mind if I have some alone time? I don’t think I’m ready to go back to the party but I just want some quiet.”

“Of course. Let me know if you need me,” she said, brushing herself off and making to walk down the hall.

“You’re not going back to the party?”

“Nah. It hurts my head and I want fresh air. If I’m not back here in a half hour, assume that I’ve been kidnapped.”

With that, she started her walk. She wasn’t planning on going on a long stroll--there was a small balcony that she often went to when she needed to clear her head. It was beautiful, especially on a snowy night like this.

But the walk was creepy.

There was only one way in and out--a narrow, damp hallway that had absolutely no light fixtures. If Y/N really wanted to, she could cast a quick lumos, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to see what lived on the walls. The stairs were steep, too, but she managed to bound up all 40 of them in record time.

“Who’s there?”

The sudden voice ripped a scream out of Y/N’s throat as she reached the top, catching a glimpse of the shadowy figure at the edge of the balcony that spoke. She clasped her hand over her mouth and she crept forward to the opening, getting a better look at the person that was in her secret spot.

The clouds shifted in the sky to allow more moonlight to cast a soft glow on Malfoy’s face, hardened with irritation.

“Malfoy?” Y/N asked, rather dumbly.

“What stellar observational skills,” he drawled.

She felt her cheeks grow hot. “What are you doing here? This is part of the Gryffindor tower. Shouldn’t you be...I don’t know...playing hide and seek with the sewer rats in the dungeons?”

“Very funny.” His flat tone exposed the fact that he did not, in fact, find it very funny. “There’s no rule barring me from coming up here.”

“But why? This is my spot!”

“Because I wanted to get out. Now, I was here first, so unless you want your detention extended, I suggest you leave.”

Y/N bit the fiery comebacks on the tip of her tongue as the memories of her plan with Hermione began floating back to her.

Week 1 -- Hold one neutral, civil conversation with Malfoy.

“I’ll be quiet. You won’t even know I’m here,” Y/N decided upon. leaning up against the balcony. The rogue snowflakes that made it past the overhanging roof melted on her cheeks.

“That isn’t a suggestion,” said Malfoy. “I’m demanding you leave.”

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” Y/N asked, pointedly ignoring his words. “I’ve always loved the snow. It’s so quiet.”

“And it would be even quieter if you left.”

“Aren’t you the conversationalist?” said Y/N.

“If you don’t leave, I will hex you,” Malfoy told her through gritted teeth.

“I just love how the moonlight reflects off of the snow,” continued Y/N. “It’s so...pure.”

“Please leave.”

On her walk back down the dank stairwell, she allowed herself a little smile.

Task 1? Technically done.

The first week went largely as planned. Malfoy was cold and certainly suspicious of her, but he wasn’t completely venomous when Y/N asked where he got his quill from in Potions. It was silver, charmed to shimmer with flecks of forest green. He told her Barnaby’s in France, and that was that. She walked away from his table with all of her limbs attached. Perhaps that was all the progress she was going to make in the next few weeks, but the task at hand certainly made the prospect of her lost Friday afternoons more bearable.

Harry was going completely batty, rambling on about how Malfoy was behind the mysterious cursed objects that had been floating about the castle without explanation.

“And why would Malfoy bring cursed objects to Hogwarts if he has aspirations other than being expelled?” Hermione would ask over their books.

“You don’t understand, Hermione! You girls need to be careful walking around at night--especially you, Y/N. I don’t want you going missing after detention because of that slimeball.”

Y/N always gave him a laugh, berating him for his slight misogynistic commentary and turning back to whatever her task was, but the truth was that she was worried for him. The mental weight of the impending war and the fact that he couldn’t do anything about it was certainly getting too difficult for him to bear. It was heartbreaking to see the vivacious boy she’d grown up with crumble under the responsibilities of something he should never have to worry about in the first place.

Friday came much sooner than expected, and Y/N reluctantly left her friends in the common room to trek to McGonagall’s office. The walk was frigid and the wind bit at her cheeks as she rounded the last outdoor hall.

Why was this castle so dark?

A thump behind her made her jump, and Harry’s words came floating back to her.

Remember all those cursed objects? What if there’s someone just...stalking the school grounds, waiting for someone like me to snatch?

She shivered, throwing herself at the office door and slamming it behind her.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Professor McGonagall greeted, her eyebrows raised in amusement. “Something giving you trouble?”

“No, Professor,” she answered, setting her bag down on the desk next to Malfoy. He sent her a curious look as well. “It’s just cold outside.”

She chuckled. “I need to go speak to Headmaster Dumbledore. I expect that, upon my return, you both are in one piece and alive.”

“I’m not sure if I’m the one who needs to be given that speech,” said Y/N, bored and testing the waters.

“She’s right, Professor,” added Malfoy. “There’s no projectiles here.”

McGonagall exhaled a long, shaky breath before brushing herself off. “Please. Behave yourselves.”

“You got it, boss,” she said as she watched her Professor walk out the door. “So, Malfoy. How was your week?”

“I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’d way prefer if you didn’t speak to me,” he said, refusing to make eye contact.

“I’m not up to anything! We’re in detention together and, I dunno, since I see you sometimes at balls, I thought it’d be nice to be on good terms.”

“Good terms?” He scoffed. “You’re a Gryffindor. I’d rather you be a bloody Hufflepuff.”

“How about neutral terms?”

Even though he wasn’t looking at her, she could catch a glimpse of him rolling his eyes. “If neutral terms mean you being quiet, then, yes. Please.”

“I’ll be plenty quiet. After I hear about your opinion on what happened in Potions today with Brown and Weasley. When Snape yelled at them for holding hands.”

He let out a sharp sigh. “Believe it or not, I actually have better things to do than keep up with whatever stuff your house does.”

“But…?” Y/N pressed. She may not’ve spent her time at Hogwarts as Malfoy’s best friend, but she had grown up with the boy, and she could tell when he was holding back.

He stared blankly at her.

“Come on. I’m literally the only person in my house who’ll openly admit that they’re disgusted by that dynamic. I’m begging you.”

She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, but she thought she saw a flicker of amusement dance across his face for a moment. “Your house sounds more like a cult than a student group.”

“Oh, says the one from Slytherin,” said Y/N.

“We only act like that because our families are close. What’s your excuse? Hormones and Quidditch culture?”

“Touché.” As much as she wanted to fight back, she bit her tongue. Whatever she was doing was making progress, and quicker progress than she was expecting. Her next task was to make him laugh, and she was emboldened by the fact that she could potentially be able to kill two birds with one stone.

They sat in silence for a little bit, but this time, it was a comfortable silence. Malfoy wasn’t staring at the clock on the wall or rolling his eyes at her every move, so she had time to plot.

On one hand, she could make a fool of herself--drop her inkwell, say something stupid in class, fall down the stairs--but she had a sneaking suspicion that her sorry attempts at slapstick humor wouldn’t land well with Draco anymore. He’d become so serious lately, so solemn. This was the most light hearted she’d seen him, even compared with how he acted with the rest of his Slytherin lackeys.

On the other, she could try to sell out her friends. She could confide in him how “big” Hermione’s teeth were (they weren’t even big) or tell him that Ron smelled of eggs (true, but that was a low blow). Something told her that this would be much more successful, but she wasn’t willing to turn to that so quickly--she was already a week ahead as it was.

“What is it?”

Malfoy’s bored drawl cut through her flurried thoughts. Her cheeks turned pink as she blinked, noticing that she’d been staring at him for far too long. “Nothing. Sorry. I just spaced out.”

“Sure,” he mumbled, giving her another suspicious look before turning back to his work. “Can you maybe space out somewhere other than my face?”

“Where’s your vanity, Malfoy?” she pressed as she leaned back in her chair, hair swinging over the back.

“Shut up,” he snapped. She could tell that whatever connection they’d had in the fleeting moments beforehand was being burnt by the second, but her embarrassment and pride drove her forward.

“Merlin, what’s got you so wound up?” she prompted, noting how deliciously unraveled he looked at this. “Where’s my cool, collected Slytherin?”

He slammed hands on his desk at this, whipping around to glare at her. “What’s your angle, Y/L/N?”

“What?”

“Why are you bothering me?”

“Because I want to.” She beamed.

Malfoy ran his fingers through his hair, mussing up the usual neat manner in which it normally laid on his head. “Compelling. What do you want from me?”

“What do I want…?” She tilted her head at him, narrowing her eyes. “What?”

“You never talk to me,” he explained. “Obviously, I prefer it like that. I can’t help but wonder why suddenly you want to be making small talk. So, what is it you want from me?”

“Malfoy,” she said. “I think you’re a spoiled prick who thinks far too highly of himself and drives me insane. But I also think that you’re funnier than what my friends give you credit for. Granted, you’ve always been annoying, but I don’t want anything from you. I just want to, I dunno, make these next few months less insufferable.” Somehow the lie slipped through her teeth easier than any of her previous bluffs.

He frowned, his mouth opening once before firmly screwing shut into a scowl. “Oh.”

“No offense, Malfoy, but what else can you offer me other than your dazzling personality?” she teased. “You know my family. I don’t need to blackmail you to pay for jewelry I’ve had my eye on or anything.”

He scoffed. “As if I’d say yes.”

“Exactly my point. It’d be fucking weird. Merlin, I’m not trying to butter you up to buy out Borgin & Burkes for me. Do I give off gold-digger vibes? Is that what this is about?”

“Fucking hell.” Malfoy turned to her in disbelief. “Do you ever shut up?”

“Answer my question. Or better yet, pull out your wallet. Wait, did I say that out loud?” She mimed surprise and covered her mouth. “Oh no! What will my mother say now that I’ve squandered my last chance of hitching you? There’s no way I can go home for Christmas break now.”

He rolled his eyes so hard she found herself worried for a moment that they were going to just permanently get stuck in the back of his head. “Hate to break it to you, but you didn’t really have a shot to begin with.”

Ouch.

She huffed and dramatically flopped over the back of her chair, hoping he couldn’t see that she’d flinched. “So you don’t think I’m pretty??”

“Y/L/N,” he snapped, his voice a low warning. “Can I please just work? What is with you today?”

Y/N sent him a sour look before giving her Charms work another look. Malfoy was awfully quiet, and when she snuck any glances at him later on, he was angled to face away from her.

Why did she feel like such shit all of a sudden? She cataloged the past events, trying to pinpoint the exact moment that her stomach dropped. It all made sense when the words “You didn’t really have a shot to begin with” echoed around her head once again. She’d failed Harry. She’d failed Hermione. There was no way that she was going to be able to get him to reveal his secrets now--it’s not like he was confiding in even his closest friends as Harry made apparent when he explained how vague his statements were to his fellow Slytherins on the train. Her only chance would’ve been to somehow get him to fall for her, and that wasn’t going...great. And it had been a pipedream to begin with.

When McGonagall swished back into the classroom to dismiss them, Y/N shot out of there without even looking at Malfoy again. It felt like something was lodged in her throat and she was not going to cry in front of him. No, no. She had to make it to Hermione to tell her what was going on.

“Y/L/N?”

Malfoy’s voice made her pause in her flee as she nearly rounded the corner in front of her, but she refused to look back. It was far enough away that it was possible she didn’t hear him.

“Wait!”

She was up the stairs and speed walking as fast as her legs could carry her to the Gryffindor tower before he even saw which way she went.

“I don’t think you understand,” Y/N wailed by the fire as Hermione rubbed her shoulders and Harry sat awkwardly perched on the couch. “I can’t do this. The only way this was going to work was if he had a crush on me, and I don’t think he ever will. I fucked it up! The one time you guys need me, I fuck it up! I let you down!”

Hermione’s left hand stopped its rubbing to rest firmly on her shoulder. “Please don’t be upset. You didn’t let us down. Plus, you’re only, what...two weeks in? You don’t need him to like you to make it work. Just getting him to trust you will be enough, and you’re good at that.”

“I don’t think so,” continued Y/N. “Harry said that he wasn’t even that open on the train when he overheard him talking to all of his friends. And those are purebloods that he likes! That he’s trusted and known for years and years! I’m a friend of you guys, and he knows it. I think he’d figure it out quick.”

“We should take every chance we can get,” said Harry from his spot a few feet away, his eyes lazy and unfocused on the fire crackling in front of them. “You won’t let us down if you can’t get anything, Y/N, you know that! But if you got anything from him, it’d be incredible. It’s a win-win. I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”

“I’m not upset,” she said, her tone becoming defensive. “I just...don’t want to mess this up. I know how much it’d mean if I succeeded.”

“So just try!” Hermione said. “There’s nothing wrong with it. I’m sorry he was kind of mean to you today, but I don’t think that should bother you too much. He should be more afraid of what you’d say if you didn’t care about being a good person.”

“Fucking right on there,” she said, wiping away the frustrated tears. “If I was honest with him, he’d leave crying. He should be grateful that I’m taking this bet so I actually have to be nice to him.”

“That’s the spirit.” Harry leaned over to smack her back like he did his Quidditch teammates after a winning match.

After they’d parted their ways with Harry, Hermione and Y/N made their way slowly up the stairwell to the girls’ dorms.

“Y/N?” Hermione asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think, er…” She paused. “Do you think you were really upset about failing us today? Or was it something else?”

“What do you mean?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “I don’t see what else it would be.”

“I’m sorry,” responded the bright witch. “Forget I ever asked. It was a stupid thing to wonder about.”

“Weirdo,” she teased as she waved her a goodnight and made her way to her dorm.

The next morning, Y/N busied herself with revising her Charms essay over her breakfast--a cup of tea and a half-buttered piece of toast--while Hermione leaned over her shoulder, nodding or grimacing at the corrections she made.

“Did you work during detention? Like, at all?”

“‘Mione,” moaned Y/N. “It’s too early for this. I don’t want a lecture. I just couldn’t focus.”

Her warm brown eyes narrowed as they bore into Y/N’s face. “Why were you distracted?”

“Oh, I, uh…” She stumbled over her words as Hermione drew closer. “Merlin, Hermione. I told you last night. I just felt like I was letting you all down.”

“Mhm,” was all she got in response before her best friend tilted her head back down to the parchment in front of her.

Y/N sat, completely puzzled. What was Hermione on about? She’d been straightforward with what was hurting her--she didn’t want to mess up the only task the Golden Trio had ever given her--and, even if she hadn’t been, Hermione was smart enough to deduce things for herself. So what was she thinking about?

Her eyes drifted over to the Slytherin table where the usual 6th year pureblood gang loitered about, drinking black coffee and sulking--but Malfoy was not to be seen. She jumped when her eyes met Parkinson, her dark eyes burning into her soul as a deep scowl was written across her face.

“Malfoy, what the fuck do you want?” Ron’s voice pulled her back to reality to see him glaring somewhere behind her.

“I wasn’t here to talk to you,” a familiar voice drawled.

She turned to see Malfoy standing behind her, a sneer written all across his stupidly pretty face.

“Miss me already?” asked Y/N as she raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side.

“For fuck’s sake, stop doing that,” he mumbled, reaching into his pocket and throwing a box at her. “You forgot your quill. I took the liberty of properly storing it, because it seems like you lot like to just throw them in your bag. Makes me physically ill to watch.”

“Oh.” Y/N studied the intricate box in her hands before tucking it away in her knapsack. “Thanks? I guess?”

He nodded curtly, contorting his face into one last scowl to send to Ron before turning and leaving,

“So,” Hermione began, cutting her omelet at a much brisker pace, “I think we need to have a little chat. About...all of this.”

“Why?”

“Not right now,” she said, her voice low and her eyes flicking at Ron and Harry sitting across from them. “I don’t think it’d benefit us for them to hear.”

“Ok?” She cautiously took a bite out of her toast and continued staring Hermione down. “You’re scaring me.”

“It’s...I don’t know. I thought I was crazy for thinking this, but it seems like we need to talk about it anyways. For this little mission of yours to work, we need to be totally open and honest with each other.”

“Sure.” Y/N took another bite. “I honestly have no clue what’s got you so on edge, though.”

“Who’s on edge?” Harry asked, leaning over the table and stealing the croissant on Y/N’s plate.

“Hey!” she exclaimed. “Do you not see the entire plate of them over there?”

He laughed, sending her an easy grin and dunking a piece into the hot chocolate in his mug. “Finders keepers. Say, Y/N, are you busy next weekend? Ron and Lavender are going to Madame Puddingfoot’s together, and I know Hermione isn’t going to want to take a weekend off studying to go to Hogsmeade, so I thought that maybe we could go cause some trouble at the Cauldron.”

“If you stop stealing my food we can talk about it,” replied Y/N, the corners of her lips tugging up into a grin.

“Deal.”

Hermione tugged at her arm. “I just realized I need to get something out of my room before we watch the Quidditch game. Will you come with me, Y/N?”

“Sure!” said Y/N. “Gee, I’m rolling in invitations today.”

Once they exited the dining hall, though, it immediately became evident that they were not actually heading up to the dorms. Hermione dragged her into the nearest bathroom before casting a quick silencing charm.

“Myrtle! Are you in here?” Only when she was sure silence was the only response to her question, she seemed satisfied to turn to Y/N and begin talking. “When were you going to tell me that you have a thing for Malfoy?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Y/N felt the heat that had risen to her cheeks from the last quill-encounter re-emerge.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” said Hermione. “Are you seriously going to expect me to believe that you nearly sobbed over some random pureblood git telling you you never had a chance with him because it might slow down your progress with helping us? Actually? I’ve seen you look more ecstatic about hearing that your dear granny passed away.”

“To be fair, she had really good life insurance,” Y/N cut in. “And she was an old hag. Never had a nice thing to say to me.”

“Life insurance or no life insurance...you can’t seriously expect me to believe that you were just upset about not being able to help us as much. That was ridiculous. I don’t buy it. And the way you blushed like crazy when he came over to talk to you--the way you try and pretend like you can flirt...please. Y/N, it’s clear as day. I know you, and I know you have a crush on him.”

“Hermione!” hissed Y/N. “You have no clue what you’re talking about!”

“Yes, I think I do,” she pushed. “And you need to be honest with me if you want to be of any help right now.”

Her bossiness lit a fire of rage in Y/N’s chest, but she sucked in a deep breath, shutting her eyes before releasing it. “Believe me when I say I haven’t ever acknowledged any feelings I may or may not have towards him.”

“Ok.” Her face softened. “I know it might take time, but I honestly do think I’m right. Please just...be careful. This is a really odd situation to get caught up in if you actually have feelings for the other person. You’re trying to manipulate him, for Merlin’s sake.”

“And if I have these feelings for him, I’ve done a pretty damn good job of suppressing them for however long they’ve been here.”

Hermione sighed. “That’s true. I’m just saying that spending this much time with him is probably only going to make things worse. Will you please tell me if anything changes between the two of you?”

“Anything changes?” Y/N’s voice was dripping in disbelief. “You’re joking. Even if I was obsessed with him I don’t think there’s ever a chance of hell in anything ‘changing’ between us. He said it himself.”

“You know what I mean, Y/N,” responded Hermione. “Just promise me, ok?”

“Ok,” said Y/N. “I promise.”

That seemed to satiate Hermione as she nodded approvingly at her friend. “I think it goes without saying that Ron and Harry shouldn’t hear about this.”

“There’s nothing to hear about, but yes.” She shuffled her feet before meeting Hermione’s eyes again. “Er, I’m sorry for this being a weird question, but would you mind coming along with me and Harry to Hogsmeade? I don’t really see him like...that...and I don’t want to read into it too much and reject him if he is doing it just platonically, but just in case. Y’know.”

“Sure,” said Hermione, even though her face took on that curious expression yet again. “Anyways, you actually did forget something--you’re not wearing a single piece of Gryffindor colors for our game today. You should probably run back to your dorm before Harry and Ron notice.”

After they said their goodbyes, Y/N found herself turning over the things Hermione had said to her in her head. Did she like Malfoy? No, no fucking way. But a part of her really did think he was funny. And of course it was natural to feel rejected when anyone insinuates that they’d never consider you as a romantic interest without jest.

Once she’d made it up to her room and grabbed a few scarves, Y/N made to put her red cloak into her satchel. Her fingers ghosted over the box that Malfoy had given her and scoffed once she saw the Malfoy crest engraved into the rich wood.

Narcissistic snot.

Her curiosity got the better of her as she reached over to open up the elaborately decorated box. What met her was not just one quill but two--one of which was most certainly not her own.

She took them both out, tossing the old one in a pile with her other trusty familiar white feather quills and picked up the other one. It looked familiar--identical to the quill that she’d complimented Malfoy on in Potions about a week ago. Butterflies began to flutter like crazy in her stomach as she turned it over in her hand, watching the gray and green glitter together and the magic sparkles cast a gentle light over her bed. She generally avoided dipping into her family’s pockets to get school supplies any more than she had to--it’s not like it made her friends feel good about themselves when they were reminded how rich her family was--but this might be what she could consider to be an exception. She hadn’t even liked his quill all that much when she first saw it in Potions--but it was one of those things that was so noticeable that it made sense to compliment him.

She gave it one last look before tucking it back away into the elaborately decorated box. Perhaps she had spoken too soon when she’d told Hermione all hope was lost.

When Monday morning Potions class with the Slytherins rolled around, Y/N wasted no time. Malfoy was alone--even his Slytherin lackeys seemed to know not to bother him. Just what she needed.

“Malfoy,” she greeted, setting her bag down on his table and looking him dead on. He raised to meet her eyes, his eyebrow raised.

“Can I help you?”

“I just wanted you to know that I also really like your immense fortune,” she said. “And your manor.”

“Well, a lot of people do,” he mumbled as he looked away to dig through something in his bag. If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought he was blushing.

“I’m just letting you know,” she continued. “In case you were wanting to give them away. It worked for the quill, so I thought, well, why not?”

He exhaled, a deep and annoyed sound escaping his lips as he rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. “I knew I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You really didn’t have to.”

“I was getting sick of it,” he told her. “I never can stick with one quill for too long, and I thought it’d be a shame to toss it. I thought it’d be better to be charitable--it’s not like your family could get an appointment at Barnaby’s if they tried.”

“Hey!” Y/N said indignantly. “You don’t know that!”

“I’ve heard your parents try to speak French,” he said. “If you’re anything like them, you'll be barred from ever entering the country.”

“Malfoy!”

His lips turned up into a smile, a soft laugh escaping his lips. Y/N suppressed the urge to grin in return. Task 3? Done. “What?”

“I can’t even argue with you,” she said. “It’s tragic.”

She stared at the empty stool next to him, wondering if she should just take the leap and sit with him. Malfoy seemed unbothered by her presence as he opened up his Potions book and set it next to his cauldron. “Do you want a partner?” The words left her lips before she could stop them.

He cast her a curious look before glancing at the empty stool. “It depends. Are you going to be annoying?”

She gasped in faux-offense. “What makes you think I could ever be annoying?”

“On that note, I think you better get back to Potter.” He motioned with his head towards the side of the room where most of her Gryffindor friends were chatting. Harry was staring at her, his fists clenched by his side.

Y/N smirked and sent him a wink.

“On that note,” she said, careful to imitate Malfoy’s drawl and sending him a smug grin, “Maybe I better sit here.”

“Hm.” He awarded her one more uninterested look before rolling up his sleeves and setting out the ingredients for the potion they were brewing--Amortentia.

She tried not to make it too obvious that she was staring at his left arm, but there was nothing on it like Harry had told her. It was just pure, unblemished pale skin that shimmered under the light. Before he could catch her looking, she quickly sat down and started pulling out her own things. After a short pause, she decided to take out the silver quill. She’d left his box back in her room--she wouldn’t be caught dead with something that had the Malfoy crest on it--but she’d wrapped it in a pouch with her own family’s emblem on the front, shimmering in gold and red.

“Why don’t you just buy your own charmed quills?” asked Malfoy after they had chopped all of the gillweed.

“You already know. We’re an abomination to the French. We aren’t allowed entry.”

“That’s not what I mean.” His tone was meant to read as exasperated, but his words still seemed good-natured.

“I...well.” She frowned. She’d never confessed this to anyone, but she supposed that Malfoy wasn’t going to find a way to use it against her. “I don’t like to flaunt my family wealth. I think it makes people, at least in Gryffindor, like me less. I learned that pretty early on.”

He hummed something in response before sliding all the gillweed into the cauldron, turning the clear liquid into a bubbling forest green.

“Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?” she asked.

He took his time finishing the note he was jotting down before he answered. “I’m not being nice. It’s just called being civil. You said it yourself, we see each other at balls sometimes.”

“We probably won’t anymore, though,” she mused.

Malfoy’s eyebrows shot up, but his voice remained low and steady. “No. I suppose that we probably won’t. Is your family part of the Order?”

“Hm. Are you a Death Eater?” she asked brazenly. He had no business asking her something like that, and he knew it. Especially not with his family connections.

“What do you think?” he drawled, waving his bared left arm in front of her face.

“Bullshit. That doesn’t mean anything after we learned Glamour spells last year.”

“Guess you’ll just have to trust me, then,” he responded, focusing intently on the bubbling liquid in front of him instead of her face.

“I guess so,” she replied. The weight of her Glamour comment began to sink in--she was right, after all. How had she not thought of it before?

But he was right when he told her she just had to trust him. Could she? Y/N rested her chin in the palm of her propped hand as she watched him work. A piece of disobedient moonbeam blonde hair dangled over his forehead as he diced up the unicorn tail, his eyebrows furrowed in focus.

“Is this why you want to be my partner?” he finally asked after a few moments of silence. “So you can just stare at me while I do all the work?”

“There’s the vain Draco I know,” she said, grinning as she leaned over to punch his shoulder.

He rolled his eyes again, scooting out of arm's reach before flipping back to Amortentia in his book. “You’re insufferable. And it’s Malfoy to you.”

“Fine, fine, Malfoy,” said Y/N. “What do you want me to do, then?”

He shoved his cutting board towards her, the half-diced unicorn tail staring up at her. “Finish dicing this and then stir it in. 9 times clockwise. I did almost all of the work, but it should be finished after that.”

Y/N sent him another glare before doing as he said. The glittering quill kept catching her attention from the corner of her eye, and she couldn’t help but notice that Malfoy was writing with just a plain white quill for the time being. HE really did just give it to me.

After the final ingredients were diced, she began to stir, each rotation around the cauldron turning the potion to a different color. It began as the bubbling green, then a deep sea blue, then a royal purple, a crimson blood red, a glimmering gold--before settling into a pale silver.

“Wow. It’s beautiful,” she breathed. “It’s like...liquid starlight.”

“All thanks to me,” said Malfoy. “You didn’t even have to crush the Mandrake root.”

“You’re such a gentleman, Malfoy.” Her voice dripped in fake sincerity. “So, what do you smell?”

Y/N was expecting him to scowl at her and tell her that it wasn’t any of her business, but he actually leaned over the cauldron and shut his eyes.

“I’ve never been good at explaining what things smell like.”

“Fair.”

Once he leaned back, she took his place, shutting her eyes and breathing in a tendril of the beautiful potion. “Whoa.”

“What’s it for you?”

“I don’t...know,” she admitted. “It’s not something I can describe note by note. It kind of reminds me of something, though.”

“Something with Potter, I presume?” he said, casually twirling his generic white quill around his fingers.

“No,” she answered, surprised at how honest she was being. “It’s…I’m trying to think. Er, it’s very lavish. It reminds me of when I was younger and my parents would drag me to galas and balls and whatnot.”

He stared at her in silence.

“What about you? Does it remind you of anything?”

“Yeah.” Malfoy reached forward to put a lid on the cauldron, effectively shutting out the steam from reaching either of them.

“Ooh, have you figured it out yet?” she teased, crossing her legs and turning to face him head on. “Let me guess. Is it someone like…”

She paused, a wicked smile stretching across her face. “Oh my god, is it Hermione? Or Luna? Or...help me out here!”

“No.” His voice was sour.

“Ah, it’s Parkinson then, isn’t it? Tell her I’m sorry for throwing food at her if you ever have the chance. Make sure to add the part where I’m more sorry that I missed.”

“Y/L/N!”

“It’s okay. I’d be a little let down, too.”

“Can you please just…” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Please just stop. I haven’t figured it out. Okay? Happy now?”

“I’ll leave you alone,” said Y/N. “Under one condition. You give me a hint. I’ve given you everything I know! This isn’t fair.”

“This doesn’t have to be fair,” he hissed.

Y/N kept the easy smile plastered on her face while she waited, her eyebrows raised in anticipation.

“You’re not going to let up until I tell you, are you?”

“You’d be right on that,” she said, sugary sweet.

“Fine. It’s something kind of floral.”

“How descriptive,” she snorted as she slumped back in her stool, thinking hard. Where had she smelled it before? Y/N shut her eyes, leaning her head back and trying to immerse herself into the memory that had surfaced. It smelled like grandeur, like an open ballroom full of guests wearing expensive perfumes. She could feel spinning, spinning like she was with a dance partner. Who was it? She couldn’t quite remember--the last ball she’d been to had been years ago--but after she leaned forward and smelled the Amortentia once more time, she came to a conclusion.

“I had to have danced with him at a gala before,” she announced to Malfoy, who was looking quite unimpressed. “So I know it’s no one from Gryffindor.”

“Interesting,” was all he said before turning to his parchment and jotting something down.

Late that night, while Y/N was settling into bed, a strange idea struck her. Sure that the thought that was nagging her was completely fruitless, she had no trouble with reaching into her desk and pulling out the Malfoy box. She just had to check if she wanted to sleep well.

Here goes.

She closed her eyes, imagining the expensive scent of her Amortentia. Then she opened it, stuck her nose into the fabric, and breathed in.

Well, fuck.

The internal debate going through Y/N the next day at the breakfast table was intense. On one hand, she really, really wanted to just tell Hermione that Malfoy had been in her Amortentia and she was completely fucked, but on the other…

She glanced at the witch next to her as she methodically sliced her toast into perfect, equivalent squares before dunking them in jam. Y/N liking Malfoy was not going to fit into her toast cubes. If she said anything, she would lose her excuse to talk to her about him. And her excuse to try and get close with him.

Perhaps I can figure it out tomorrow.

When tomorrow came, she still hadn’t made progress. Y/N was beginning to think that her so called “revelation” after they brewed Amortentia was truly just complete and utter bullshit. So what that his quill box smelled like it--all rich people kind of smelled the same at some points, and so did their houses. There was a reason why she couldn’t immediately pin the scent to anything--it wasn’t like she even knew what Malfoy smelled like.

But the truth remained that she was still attracted to someone who happened to be a rich Slytherin--so naturally, her mind began to wander. There’s no way it was Zabini--his mother owned a fragrance line, and she would’ve instantly recognized the cologne that she knew Mrs. Zabini made him wear--and there was absolutely no way that it was Crabbe or Goyle, so the only other Slytherin it left was...Nott? But that didn’t make sense either--she’d never spoken to him before in her life, even less than Malfoy. So perhaps it would be better if she didn’t think on it.

The next day of potion brewing came on a stormy Wednesday. Malfoy and Y/N worked silently together to brew a Draught of Dreamless Sleep. She was surprised to see how practiced his movements were--he didn’t even have to reference the book to recite the exact measurements and directions.

“Do you have bad dreams or something?” she asked, mostly as a joke. He didn’t seem to pick up on the light-heartedness and stiffened up.

“No?”

“Gee, you’re talkative today,” Y/N said, trying to ignore how her hand brushed his by accident when she added the scoop of anjelica.

“Excuse me for not entertaining you,” he drawled. “I wasn’t expecting to have such a needy potions partner today.”

“I am not needy!” she gasped, smacking his arm. “I’ve sat in silence for a full hour!”

He rolled his eyes (he was always rolling his eyes) and gave the potion one more final stir before setting the lid on the cauldron. “Think you can do that again? It needs to simmer for that long.”

“Just because you’re so sweet to me,” crooned Y/N before pulling out a heavy book from her satchel. Her Charms exam was tomorrow, and, naturally, she had decided to save all of her revising work until the night before. The textbook stared back at her as she jotted a few notes onto a previously blank sheet of parchment. The quill in her hands was light and glided across the paper like the tears of Merlin, something that she had forgotten quills could do. All of her familiar basic quills were okay, but they were prone to skidding and breaking. This nib hadn’t worn down in the slightest, still at a smooth and defined peak.

Y/N couldn’t believe that, out of all people, the person to give her such a thoughtful gift was Draco Malfoy. She tried to sneak a glance at him then, moving her curtain of hair away from her face. It took all she had in her to not be startled at the fact that he was already looking back, a slightly concerned expression etched into his face.

“Is something wrong?”

He snapped out of it the moment the words left her lips, his face hardening. “No.”

“Forget I ever asked,” she responded, turning away from him for good and focusing on her textbook. No, there was no way he could be what she smelled in her Amortentia. She liked to think that her subconscious wasn’t secretly a masochist.

Friday evening swung around again, much to Y/N’s dismay. She’d had a talk with Hermione later on in the week, confirming that no, she did not smell Malfoy in her Amortentia, and that yes, she was still abiding by the plan that Hermione had so carefully laid out for her. It did bother her a bit that she could be lying to her on both fronts--but at the end of the day, she was going to get the answers that Harry wanted, no matter what.

She just had to get through the scary ass castle first. She’d forgotten how spooky Hogwarts was after her previous sprint to the door, and this time she was positively trembling by the time she turned another dark corner on her way to McGonagall’s office. Yet another cursed item had been found in the girl’s lavatory on the 3rd floor, right by some of the classes that she had taken earlier in the week. The fact that whoever was out there was capable of dark magic and actively wanted to hurt people terrified her, all that Gryffindor bravery be damned.

So when she heard footsteps suddenly right beside her, it was no wonder that she jumped feet in the air.

“Fuck!” she sputtered, turning to see a very familiar blonde in Slytherin robes. He was frozen in place, curiously looking her up and down.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Malfoy,” Y/N said, resisting the urge to melt into a puddle of relief at the sight. This wasn’t right--wasn’t he a suspected Death Eater? “You scared me.”

He scoffed, digging his hands into his pockets. “You’re supposed to be the brave ones, right?”

“Huh?”

Malfoy motioned to her Gryffindor jumper.

“Oh.” Heat rushed to her cheeks as she realized what he meant. “I dunno. I just get jumpy around the castle at night.”

“No shit.” They’d begun to walk now, side by side. Y/N couldn’t remember ever walking with him before--she’d always been late. “Do you think I forgot the way you screamed when you saw me at the tower?”

“Shut up,” she grumbled, reaching over and giving him a healthy shove.

They walked in silence together. Malfoy moved noticeably slower than he normally did so he wouldn’t leave Y/N’s shorter legs in tow. McGonagall seemed pleasantly surprised to see Malfoy hold the door open for her.

“I’m glad to see you two getting along,” she said, giving Y/N a hesitant nod before grabbing the stack of papers on her desk. “I’ll be back momentarily.”

After she exited the room with a swish of her deep maroon robes, Malfoy turned to her. “Are you scared of the dark or something?”

She turned, ready to send a biting retort his way, before she noticed how gray his pallor looked...and how big the circles under his eyes were. “You look like shit, Malfoy. Is everything okay?”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t change the subject.”

“Oh. Um…” Y/N pause before deciding that the little tidbit of information she was about to reveal wasn’t that important anyways. “I’m just on edge at night at Hogwarts is all. Especially with all that weird shit going on with all the cursed objects. So I kind of hate walking to and from detention.”

Malfoy let out something that sounded like a strained laugh.

“You didn’t answer my question. Is everything okay?”

“None of your business,” he snipped. “I just had a bad night.”

“Do you have trouble sleeping?” she asked, unable to keep herself from prying.

“Something like that.”

“Have you tried lavender?”

“I’m sorry?” He frowned.

“Lavender. Like the essential oil. It’s nothing magical,” she explained. “I just like to spray it in my bed sometimes before I sleep. Or I’ll use a few drops in a diffuser. I have trouble sleeping too, all the time, actually.” She shut her mouth before she had any chance to ramble further.

“It sounds a bit too floral for my taste.”

“Here.” Y/N dug around in her satchel, searching for the tiny spray bottle she kept with her at all times. “Borrow this and spritz your pillow with it before you sleep, and then tell me it’s too floral. I promise it helps.”

He glared at her. She extended her hand with the white bottle that was covered in purple decor, raising her eyebrows expectantly. “I won’t tell anyone that you have it if that’s what you’re worried about or whatever.”

“Fine,” he snapped, snatching it from her hand and dragging his fingers over her palm for just a second. “Don’t expect me to actually try it, though.”

“Just give it a sniff.”

He huffed, but to her surprise, he actually uncapped the top and held the spray hole up to his nose, inhaling in once.

The effect was immediate. Malfoy’s face completely drained of color, becoming even grayer than he’d been when she first saw him under the light. The briefest expression of surprise fleeted over his face before he wiped it off, replacing it with something unreadable and tossing it back at her. “I’m not using this.”

“Why not?”

“Not quite my taste,” he spat.

Y/N was shocked by the sudden outburst, watching as he continued to glower at his desk. “I don’t understand. It really does help you sleep. I know it seems stupid, but I...really think you should try it. Just once, if anything.”

“Why does it matter so much to you?”

“Because I--” Y/N stopped herself before she let her mouth run without check. “I know what it’s like is all. I feel like shit if I don’t sleep. Plus, I have to spend time with you every Friday. I imagine that you’ll be slightly more tolerable if you sleep more.”

“Hm.” He sent her a particularly venomous glare. “Thanks for your concern. Consider me uninterested, though.”

“You break my heart,” she teased, pulling back her hand and placing the bottle on the corner of her desk. An idea struck her.

“And just what are you smiling about?” Draco said. His lips were turned into a sour frown.

“Nothing, nothing,” she responded, her voice adopting a sing-song quality. All she had to do now was wait.

He exhaled, a deep and exasperated sound. Then he turned back to whatever was in front of him.

McGonagall entered the room a few minutes later, nodding cordially at the comfortable silence the two students were in. What she didn’t know was that Y/N was waiting, just waiting for Malfoy to dig through his satchel and stop paying attention to his quill.

She got her opportunity a few minutes later, when McGonagall called him up to look over his latest Transfiguration homework.

“Mr. Malfoy, I’m happy to see that you’re taking more initiative in getting your assignments done...I have to say that you had me a bit concerned…”

While her professor kept Malfoy occupied, Y/N darted over and grabbed his quill.

Ha.

Malfoy frowned down at his desk when he returned, giving Y/N a suspicious look.

“What is it, Malfoy?” she said, hoping her voice conveyed nothing that might hint that she took something of his.

“Nothing.”

“Hm.”

The rest of detention passed without any more discussion. Y/N was eager to run up to her dorm and set up her plan to be carried out the next morning, but she calmed her bouncing leg and forced herself to keep a straight face when McGonagall dismissed them.

“Got somewhere to be, Y/L/N?” Malfoy’s voice called after her as she sped down the hall towards the Gryffindor tower.

“What’s it to you?” she fired back.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he picked up his pace until he was walking next to her.

“Aren’t the Slytherin dorms the other direction?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Are they?”

She allowed herself to be amused by the way words flowed out of his mouth when he was slightly out of breath. “Why are you walking with me?”

“You said it yourself.” He kept his eyes cast on the cobblestones below them. “You don’t like walking alone at night.”

“Uh...oh.” Against her will, her feet froze and she was glued to the ground. “You’re joking, right?”

If the lighting wasn’t so dim, Y/N would have good reason to believe he was blushing with how intently he was studying his fingernails. “By all means, I can be.”

“No! No, I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, the words tumbling out of her mouth. “Er...I’d like you to. If you want to, that is.”

He shrugged, an elfish expression spreading across his face as he took in how nervous she was. “Well, come to think of it, you didn’t ask me to. I suppose I better get back to the Slytherin dorms anyways. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near the Gryffindor Tower right now.”

“Why?” she squeaked.

“Oh, you know, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that most of the cursed things showed up on your side of the castle, yeah?”

She gulped.

“I gotta get going. Don’t want to stand around here too long. This place gives me the creeps.” With that, he turned and began walking away.

“Malfoy?” She hated how timid her voice sounded. “Consider this me asking you to walk with me.”

He slowly faced her, a sly grin plastered all over his face. “Oh? Did I hear that correctly? Do you want me to?”

“I’m only going to say this once,” she said, putting her hands on her hips and trying her best to look intimidating. “Walk with me. Please.”

“I guess I’ll take it.” Malfoy glided down the hallway to her in just a couple steps, sending her yet another smug look.

“You made up that whole ordeal about Gryffindor Tower being targeted, didn’t you?” asked Y/N as they rounded the corner to reach the staircase leading up to the common room.

“You bought it, didn’t you?”

“Who says I didn’t just want you to walk with me?” pushed Y/N. This was as close to flirting as it would ever get for her--but it looked like, somehow, things were falling into place. The heat in her cheeks must’ve been from the excitement of making progress.

Malfoy’s toe caught on the first stair and, if it weren’t for Y/N’s steady grip on his arm, would’ve made him go sprawling across the stone steps.

“Merlin, Malfoy,” she said, immediately dropping her grip from his shoulder. “What’s gotten into you?”

He responded with an unceremonial snort and a withering glare. The rest of the walk was done in silence, and Y/N noted how careful his footwork became around the Gryffindor steps.

“This is me,” she finally said once they reached the tapestry for the Gryffindor dorms. He seemed surprised, and only then did it strike her that he’d probably never seen the entrance himself before. “Thanks for being such a gentleman.”

“I live to serve,” he drawled.

And just like that, he was gone.

Her plan was simple. She had located an extra monogrammed pouch in her cabinet, a rich mahogany color with her family crest in a vivid gold, and placed both his quill and the lavender bottle. She would corner him after breakfast or follow him out of the Great Hall and show him then.

However, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Malfoy was not coming to Saturday morning breakfast. Many people didn’t, but Y/N had never known him to miss it. His normal spot was vacant, and it certainly wasn’t a house-made decision as all of his Slytherin friends were present and accounted for. Y/N couldn’t say for sure, but she could see Parkinson turning her head to the entrance every time the doors thudded open before glancing back to Malfoy’s empty seat when it turned out to be someone else.

Where was that loser?

“Excuse me,” she said to the trio as she stood up and brushed off her skirt. “I think I’m going to go get some fresh air. I have a bitch of a headache.”

Hermione and Harry expressed their sympathies while Ron gave her a characteristic mumble through his mouthful of bread, and she was off with the pouch secured in her cloak pocket.

It was a clear November morning, clearly Mother Nature’s attempt to slowly move the world from the crisp autumn to a cold winter. The sky was clear and the sun’s rays warmed her skin at a slanted angle, casting weak shadows across the courtyard.

If I were Malfoy, where would I go to sulk?

The obvious answer was either the Slytherin common room or his own dorm, but that was without a doubt out of question for her. She wasn’t even sure if she possessed the knowledge to guess which corridor the entrance was in, much less work out the password herself. Beyond that, just getting into the common room and waiting would be...She shivered. It would be a terrible idea while she was clearly wearing a cloak in Gryffindor red and gold trim.

As she continued her aimless wander around the castle, she heard the slightest sound from the girl’s bathroom on the second floor. It wasn’t ever really in use--no one came in there to actually use the loo unless they wanted Myrtle to materialize and tell them her supernatural troubles while they were in the middle of their personal business--but it was often the source of strange happenings.

Like the cursed objects she thought to herself, her nails digging into her palms. But did she care about that right now? Surely cursed objects seemed somewhat...suspicious. Dark magic was difficult to hide, and to a pureblood eye that grew up around magical objects, cursed things shouldn’t be impossible to spot.

And, plus, it was Malfoy she was looking for. None of the students had died from the curses so far, and if she was able to break through and learn something, or at the very least gain his trust, the reward to the Order would be more than worth it.

She stepped in, expecting to see an entirely empty bathroom with perhaps a ghost rattling around at the sink. Instead, a different sight awaited her.

Draco Malfoy was clutching the edge of the cracked sink basin in front of him, rocking himself back and forth and shaking. From her vantage point, she could see that he was dressed in his normal garb--a black ensemble--but his hair was unruly and messy, sticking up in the back like he’d hurriedly tugged something over his head.

A strangled gasp grounded her and halted her curious observations. Malfoy began to make these awful sobbing sounds, like he could barely manage to breathe.

Y/N was frozen in place as she surveyed her options. If she stayed and tried to talk to him, he might react in anger or hurt her. But if she just left him, like this, all alone...She swallowed once before stepping forward.

“Malfoy? Are you okay?” Obviously he’s not, you bint said a voice deep in her brain. She pushed it aside as he swung around, his wand raised and his eyes blazing. “Whoa! I’m not going to...Put your wand down!”

He stared at her, his eyes wide with horror as he continued to shake, so much so that his wand slipped out of his hand and clattered to the floor. Without thinking, Y/N reached into her pocket and flung her wand away, holding her hands up.

“I’m not going to try anything. I promise.”

As she drew closer, she could see the remnants of tears on his wet cheeks and the way that his silver eyes were rimmed with a bloodshot red.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he hissed, his voice weak and cracking.

“Neither should you. This is the girl’s bathroom.”

final a/n: ok so lmk if you guys wants me to continue. i really did not edit the last half fjkdsal;f also kinda made this an au where malfoy tried to assassinate dumbledore. with more than one cursed object but dw it’ll all make sense ill clear that up 😭

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