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evieevergreen · 2 years

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Been a little obsessed with Encanto lately...and I just love this soo much...I love tia Pepa sooo much...she soo iconic...and of course Camilo💞😍

⊹₊ ⋆ ❝ Camilo's s/o having powers like Pepa ❞

✎ ⁞ Camilo Madrigal x Female! Reader who can control the weather

✎ ⁞ requested by @nelefibata

✎ ⁞ date: 27.12.2021

You were already dating Camilo for two years. You both were very close, because you were the same age and basically knew each other your whole life.

At this point, you've officially met his family, both as a Camilo's friend and girlfriend. Fortunately for you, they immediately accepted you as on of their own.

The same had happened with your family. Your parents knew that Camilo was one for you and already gave him their blessings.

So, you could tell that you both were living your dream life, where your love grew stronger everyday.

Although all Madrigal's were really happy to have you, Pepa still outshined them with her vivid rainbows and bright sun, that suddenly appeared whenever her wide eyes had found you. It could be even just a glance but that was enough for her to grow all happy.

Because in her eyes, you were already like her daughter. You were just so cute and polite, that she had often wondered how her son had managed to get someone like you. But anyway she was happy for you two.

One day, Pepa woke up with fierce determination to hand out with her future daughter. After she had a beautiful dream about your and Camilo's wedding, she was sure it was a sign for her. A sign to start working to make this dream a reality.

This day the sun shined especially brightly and no cloud could be seen in the sky. It meant that Pepa was in a truly happy mood. A rare sight to see.

Madrigal's, although very happy, were also very curious. During breakfast, everyone asked Pepa what got her in such a good mood. When asked, she chirped happily that it was nothing, and continue to eat. Everyone deadpanned, seeing a rainbow appearing above her head but decided not to investigate further.

But her eldest son, Camilo, eyed his mother auspiciously. He knew his mother was planning something and his gut was telling him that it involved him. Don't get me wrong, he loved his mother to death, but he knew that he and his mother shared this... sneakiness. And he got a bad feeling about what she was planning.

And unknowingly to him, his gut was right.

After breakfast, without another word, Pepa rushed out of the Casita, on a mission to find you. It didn't take her too long to find you, because you were just peacefully minding your business and being in the middle of the walk.

When her eyes found you, a rainbow appeared over her head and she practically sprinted to you, smiling widely.

You just blinked and Pepa suddenly appeared before you, making you flinch a little, because you had no idea where did she came from.

❝ Hello, mi hija! Let's spend some time together! ❞ Pepa exclaimed, before dragging you to her favorite spot, which was a small meadow before crops. You, still confused, only watched the hyper happy women before with confusion clearly written on you face.

You were used to Pepa calling you her daughter and after a few first times, where your face turned into a bright red tomato, you just started to accept it. Camilo also didn't mind that. In fact he often teased you about already being a Madrigal.

But anyway! You and Pepa found yourself sitting in that meadow, talking about anything and everything. It was fun and you had to admit, that you were enjoying yourself.

And just when everything was going smoothly...the shit went down.

Some children were playing nearby and throwing mud at themselves. *sigh* One of those children, already fully covered in mud, took a big scoop of it, and threw it with all his might before him. Unfortunately for him, some mud got in his eye, and he couldn't see where he was aiming. *Another sigh* And, my dear readers, guess who the mud had hit?

❝ Ack-! ❞ Pepa gasped, feeling something cold hit her back. Both yours and her eyes widened, as you both tried to comprehend what had just happened.

You covered your mouth, seeing Pepa slowly turn around, revealing mud sliding down her beautiful orange dress.

Pepa felt anger bubbling inside her, as the very familiar cloud appeared over her head. The cloud turned dark and rain started pour down on her. Her dress...your meeting...was destroyed...

❝ Pepa, are you alright-? Ack-! ❞

A small lightning accidentally struck you, sending a electrical shock through your body. But unlike you had expected, it didn't hurt. In fact, you felt something new unlock inside of you.

Pepa gasped loudly, horrified. She just struck her daughter! She will leave her, and then break up with her son and there won't be any wedding or grandkids or-

❝ Mami, breath! ❞ Pepa heard your soothing voice, and felt your smaller hands softly grasping her own. ❝ Breath in, breath out. ❞

A small hurricane that started to appear around her, disappeared as she followed your instructions, taking deep breaths. After a few more minutes of calming down, a cloud above her head also disappeared and the sunny weather came back.

With one last breath, Pepa opened her eyes and looked down at you. Your hair was standing up because of the statics and you eyes were full of worry for her.

❝ Oh my...! I'm so sorry, mi hija! I didn't mean to hurt you! Are you alright? Do we need to go to mi Hermana? ❞ Pepa gasped softly, putting her hands on your shoulders and looking up and down at you, checking if you're hurt anywhere.

❝ No, no. I'm alright! Thank you... ❞ You assured her softly, feeling more than alright.

Pepa sighed in relief but then a rainbow appeared over her head again, as she recalled what you had said earlier.

❝ You called me mami! ❞

And for the rest of the day, the same rainbow reminded above her head.

But that wasn't the end. O no, no.

The trouble started later that day, when you were with Camilo on a date. You went outside Casita to stargaze and you both had a good time. Your date went perfectly well...until you had accidentally hit your toe on a rock.

❝ Ack-! ❞ You gasped painfully, holding your leg and hissing in pain. Camilo send you a worried look and dived to help you.

But then, he had noticed a shadow looming over both of you and slowly looked up...only to discover a very familiar cloud above you. Camilo gasped dramatically, and pointed at it, making you look up and also gasped.

❝ Are you kidding me? ❞ You deadpanned, already knowing what was wrong with you.

❝ Can I call you a sunshine now? ❞ Camilo teased, quickly coming to terms with the fact that now you were sharing gift with his mom.

You deadpanned again, and struck him with your own lightning.

The same night, his family found out about your "gift" and now, you could officially say that you're a Madrigal now! No 'if's and 'but's. You're a (name) Madrigal!

Alma, suprisingly, was happy to find out that her daughter gift was lend to you. She had already accepted you in her family and now you could help around the town, by controlling the weather.

Pepa, although shocked to the core, was more than happy to share something with you. Of course, she grew worried when she had found out about the whole ordeal, and asked you a numerous of times if you were alright. She also apologized for causing it but you said that it didn't matter and you were more than okay.

Camilo, love of your life, fell even deeper in love with you. He had always admired his mother and her gift, so now he felt happy that it was 'passed' down to you.

The rest of the family was also happy buut...they knew that they had to be prepared for more wether changes.

After that day, Pepa and you became even closer. She helped you by teaching you about her gift and how to avoid certain... situations.

You both took turns when controlling the weather. When Pepa was feeling down, you took her to her room, where she could let it all out and you cleared the cloudy sky she left behind, bringing back the sunshine and clear skies. It worked both ways.

Since you weren't as emotional as Pepa, you had more control over your gift. But don't get me wrong, when you felt something, you were force to be feared.

Once, something had angered you so much, that even Pepa's door couldn't fully conceal your anger. That day the raging strom in Encanto was so violent that no one dared to step the foot outside their house.

❝ Maybe you should go and try to calm her down? ❞ Nervously aske Mirabel, while sitting with the whole family and eating dinner in their Casita. Everyone were feeling nervous, because lightnings were hitting the ground every few minutes, making everyone flinch at the loud crack. Poor Dolores had to wear ear plugs and ear mufflers not to go deaf.

❝ And die? No thank you. ❞ Answered Camilo, while taking a bite out of his food.

Pepa was strangely calm about this whole situation, but inside she felt extremely worried for you. She didn't know what had made you so angry but you needed to calm down, at least a little. Because at this rate, everyone in Encanto wouldn't be able to sleep.

Without another word, Pepa stood up and went to her son. Taking him by his ear, Pepa began to drag him towards her room, ignoring his protests.

Before Camilo could say another word, he was shoved inside his mom's room and the door shut behind him.

Camilo gulped while seeing the violent storm raging inside. He loved you to the moon and back and even tried to comfort you this morning. But when he saw your scary glare, he chose his life.

That day he discovered the difference between his mother and you. While Pepa was emotional woman and found a ways to let her emotions out regularly, you bottled it all inside until you bursted. And when you did, everyone should ran for their life's. Especially now that you shared your gift with his mother.

❝ Camilo? ❞ The said boy heard you, and saw you looking at him. The storm around lessen a little, and lightnings weren't as violent as before.

Taking a deep breath, Camilo send you a soft smile.

❝ Hello sunshine...what made you so upset?❞

Your expression softened and you feel your anger slowly disappearing, before being replaced by sadness. A stormy clouds were replaced by lighter ones, from which a soft rain started to fall down, just when a tear run down you cheek.

This time Camilo didn't hesitated to run to you and pull you into a comforting hug, letting you cry it all out in his shoulder. He wasn't bothered by the rain. All he cared about was you.

❝ Let it all out, mi vida. Breath in, breath out..❞

Meanwhile the whole Encanto sighed in relief, seeing the skies clearing up and the usual sum appearing from behind the clouds again. Madrigal's too, calmed down and Dolores could finally unlock her sensitive ears.

Pepa smiled softly, while looking outside. She knew what she was doing, because the only person who had always managed to calm her down, was no one other than her beloved husband, Felix. And in your case, it was Camilo.

❝ Ah, the wedding will be beautiful... ❞ Sighed dreamily Pepa, now being more than sure that her dream would someday become a reality.

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evieevergreen · 2 years

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Awww soo cute.....Imagine when Sirius and James saw it the next morning 😂😂😍

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Pairing : Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary : A drunk girlfriend trying to highlight her boyfriend's entire face

Warnings : none just fluff

Notes : Please correct my grammar or typo

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Y/N knocked a door to Remus's dorm , another hand behind her back , hiding something that she was excited to show him. Hearing a faint "come in" from the other side , she twisted the doorknob.

"Hello , love" Remus greet without looking up from his book. He know it was her because there's no way his friend gonna knock first before entering. "Remus , are you busy?"

Putting the book on the nightstand , he look at her with a smile. "No , c'mere" arms open wide. Y/N walk toward his open arms with a light skip in her step. Remus pull her on his laps and kiss her temple.

"Look at this! Mum just sent me using an owl"

"A highlighter? Don't you just bought like one set of highlighter last week?" Remus chuckle.

"Yeah but that one is a neon color. This one is a pastel color. There's a difference" she explain with a small pout. Remus smile and peck her pouty lips.

"Alright , alright whatever you say darling" he pull her closer by the waist and kiss her entire face. His heart swell with love when he hear her little giggles. Putting the set of highlighter on his nightstand , she straddle his lap and pull him by his neck to connect their lips.

"You coming to the quidditch game?" She murmur against his lips. "Well , it's Gryffindor against Ravenclaw isn't it? If I didn't come , James and Sirius will probably talk my ear off"

"Oh yes , I can imagine James sulking on his bed and Sirius dramatically give a speech about you being a bad friend". Both of them burst into a laugh , thinking about how dramatic their friends can be.

Sirius clear his throat making the couple stop laughing and face him. Arms across his chest , leaning his side against the door frame , eyes narrowing at Y/N and Remus.

"Oh Pads didn't see you there"

"Course you didn't see me" Sirius roll his eyes at Remus obvious statement.

"How long were you there?" Y/N ask. Sirius glare at her before grabbing his quidditch jumper on his bed and walk out of the dorm.

"Well I guess long enough to hear our conversation about him and James" Remus answered her. They look at each other and laugh again before they get up from the bed and walk towards the quidditch field hand in hand.

Loud music , people dancing , couple snogging. Definitely not a Remus thing. But the thing he do for his girlfriend and best friend. Gryffindor just won the quidditch game against Ravenclaw , so James and Sirius decided to throw a big party in the common room.

Remus squeeze himself between the crowd , trying to find his drunk girlfriend. Remus already warned her not to drink too much but Y/N is stubborn. He doesn't even know how many cup (or bottle) of firewhiskey she has drink.

"Oi Lupin , looking for her?" Lily yelled so he can hear over the loud music. Remus shift his gaze from Lily to Marlene holding Y/N up and then to his girlfriend who was leaning against the blonde.

"She already chugged two bottles of firewhiskey by the way" Marlene said nonchalantly like it was nothing. Remus eyes widened. He didn't know she could drink that much.

"Two?"

"Yeah , two. So you better bring her to bed before she chug another bottle"

"I uh yeah. C'mon love" Remus hold her hand gently making her whine in protest. "That's enough drinking for you. Let's go to bed"

"But Remus , I want to drink more!". She cross her arms and stomped her feet. Remus sigh , he pick her up and throw her on his shoulder. She squeled in suprised then giggle.

"You have a nice bum Remus. I love your bum so much. It's squishy"

Remus could feel the heat rising up to his cheeks. "I will never let you drink again after this" he muttered under his breath. Arriving in his shared dorm. He lay her gently on the bed.

"What are you so giggling about?" Remus ask with a smile , sitting beside her on the bed. She lay on her side , doe-eyes staring up at Remus. "Nothing , I just love you so much" a drunk smile decorating her face as Remus's smile grow bigger.

"I love you too bunny"

Y/N gasp when she saw her set of highlighters on his nightstand. Getting up from her laying position , she grab the highlighters and push his chest. Remus lay flat on his bed , puzzled look turn into a flustered one whe she straddle his stomach.

"Love w-what are you doing?" he stuttered , trying to push her away "Shh Remus i'm trying to highlight your face!"

"What? Why?"

"Because you're important to me! That's why". He was caught off-guard by her answer , vision start blurring from the tears. Never in a million years he ever thought could be this important to someone. Noticing his teary eyes , she strokes his cheek lovingly.

"Why are you crying? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry"

He gently shake his head , sniffling a bit. His hand holding her small one on his cheek "No , I'm fine. Keep going then"

Smiling she grab the green highlight , take the cap off and start gliding the tip on his face.

"Darling , that's tickle" Remus laugh before he was shush again by his girlfriend. He stared at her face. Tounge sticking out of her mouth a bit out of concentration.

"How long is this going to take?"

"Because you're the most important person in my life , It's going to take about an hours! I want to use all color on you"

He chuckled , eyes going soft , fond smile on his lips. "Alright take your time then"

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evieevergreen · 2 years

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Aww this soo cute I wanna cry!!! Father Figure is sweet too...and I about the read She choose you monny!!!

I Have Something to tell You

Pairing: Percy x Daughter!Toddler!reader, Weasley’s x Niece/ granddaughter!Reader

Summary: After the war the Weasley family is at the Burrow. A couple hours after arriving Fred sees Percy writing a letter about a mystery girl, which leads Percy to reveal some shocking news. (Au where Fred lived).

It was a couple hours after the battle of Hogwarts. The whole Weasley, minus Charlie, family was at the Burrow.

Percy while secretly enjoying the time with his family, desperately missed his daughter, Y/n. He’s never really been away from her for so long.

They’ve been attached at the hip since she was born just 1 1/2 years ago. They’re especially close since it’s only Percy taking care of her.

Whilst everyone was distracted Percy got up and walked into another room. Percy walked into his old room and looked for a pen and paper.

Once he did he sat down. He started to write out a letter. He needed to know how his daughter was doing.

Fread had noticed Percy’s absence, and decided to look for him, maybe even scare him. He went through a couple rooms before looking in Percy’s

He opened the door and saw Percy writing. Fred walked over.

“So who are you writing to perce?” Fred asked.

Percy jumped a bit at the sound of his brothers voice.

“It doesn’t matter, Fred.” He said before going back to writing.

Fed smirked as he grabbed the paper, and ran out with it. Percy chased him till he got to the living room.

Fed stood in front of the living room and opened it up.

“Don’t you dare.” Percy said.

At this point everyone was now paying attention. Fred smirked.

“Dear, Y/n. I’m sorry that I had to go, and that I didn’t give you an explanation. Once I get back I’ll tell you everything. Just know that I miss you very much, and I love you more than anything.” Fred read out loud.

“Ooh, Percy has a girlfriend.” George teased.

“I do not.” Percy said grabbing the letter.

“You’ve already been caught it’s ok.” Ron chuckled.

“I do not have a girlfriend.” Percy said again.

“Than who’s this Y/n?” Bill asked. Percy looked around at his family’s expectant faces.

“Y/n is my... daughter.” Percy said. Everyone faces went from amused to shocked.

“What!?” He heard his mother shocked and a little angry.

Molly walked over a little angrily.

“I have a granddaughter and you didn’t tell me!?” Molly said.

Percy nodded. He felt bad but also embarrassed.

“Who’s the mom?” George asked.

“The mother and I were a... one time thing, and she did not want anything to do with her. Once Y/n was born she cut all ties with her and left.” Percy said.

“How old is she?” Ron asked.

“She’s about a 1 and a 1/2 years old.” Percy answered.

“Invite her here, now.” Molly said.

“What?” Percy asked.

“I want to meet my grand baby.” Molly said.

“Go finish the letter and get her here, now.” Molly said. Percy knew better than defy his mom.

He went back to his room and restarted to letter, and sent it off to the person watching Y/n.

After the letter he came back into the living room. Everyone still seemed to be processing as he sat down.

“You had a one night stand?” Ron asked. The twins chuckled.

“That what you took from the situation?” Percy asked.

“When is she arriving?” Arthur asked.

“Tomorrow some time around breakfast.” Percy informed.

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It was now around breakfast time the next day and Y/n was to be arriving soon. As soon as Percy was done eating, he got dressed for a day.

That’s when he heard some noise outside. He peaked from the window and saw it was his co-workers car.

Percy quickly made his way down the stairs and out the door. The rest of the Weasley’s had followed Percy outside.

The co-worker stepped out of the car, and got Y/n out of the back, and put her down. The second Y/n spotted Percy, her face lit up.

“Daddy!” Y/n yelled happily as she started to run to Percy.

Percy kneeled down as Y/n ran into his arms. She threw her arms around him, and he picked her up.

Percy kissed her cheek as he rocked her back and forth.

“How was last night darling?” He asked.

“Bad.” Y/n responded.

“Why’s that?” Percy asked concerned.

“You weren’t there.” Y/n responded. Percy smiled.

“I know I’m sorry darling.” Percy said.

“Don’t leave again.” Y/n said with puppy dog eyes.

“I won’t leave you.” Percy replied.

“Now there some people who would love to meet you.” Percy said.

“Who?” Y/n asked nervously. She’s never been a very extroverted person. So hearing she had to meet new people scared her.

Percys heart broke at the sight of his daughter when he saw her eyes brim with tears.

“Hey darling it’s alright. There amazing people.” Percy said.

“These people are you aunts, uncles, and grandparents.” Percy explained.

“Their your family.” Percy added.

“If there my family why haven’t I met them?” Y/n asked. Percy sighed.

“Daddy has made some mistakes, and that made me and them upset, and daddy made another mistake of ignoring them. But we made up now, and they would love to meet you.” Percy explained.

Y/n nodded.

“Alright, let’s grab your stuff and we’ll meet them ok?” Percy said. Y/n nodded. They made their way to his co workers car and grabbed her stuff.

He turned around and saw his family waiting just inside the house, with an open door. Percy said a quick goodbye to his co-worker and made his way back to the house.

Percy stepped in and closed the door behind him. He then dropped her stuff by the door before walking up to his family.

“Alright. This is Y/n. Y/n this is Bill, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny. There’s another one named Charlie but he’s not here right now. And then this is your grandmum and granddad.” Percy introduced.

Y/n gave them all a shy wave as she laid on her fathers chest.

“Fellow deary it’s nice to meet you.” Molly said looking at her with a warm smile.

“Nice to meet you too.” She said shyly. That’s when she looked back a Fred and George.

“Why do you look the same?” Y/n asked.

The family smiled at her adorable behavior.

“Well Fred and I are identical twins.” George responded.

“What’s that mean?” Y/n answered.

“We were born at the same time, and were identical. So we are,” “Identical Twins.” They said.

“That’s cool.” Y/n said.

“It is.” Fred replied.

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It was now a little later, nearing lunch time. Y/n had played and talked occasionally. Y/n had gotten bored of the toy she was playing with and put it down.

She looked around the room and spotted the people and what they were doing. Her father was in the room but, one person in particular caught her eyes.

Y/n stood up and walked over to Fred. He noticed the small figure and she looked up at him.

“Can I come up?” She asked.

“Of course darling.” Fred said as he picked her up. She sat in his lap and leaned on him.

Fred tried to go back to the conversation he was having but wasn’t quiet enough.

“I’d love to prank Percy but how?” Fred tried to say as quiet as possible.

Y/n stood up and joined the quiet huddle. Y/n was quieter, and made sure only Fred and George could hear her.

“Can I help?” Y/n asked.

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(A/N): Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed 😊

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evieevergreen · 2 years

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Ahhh thank you sooo much for doing this!!!! This is soo cute...I would to have actuals birthday like this

a/n: this is set in the muggle world, because why tf not? also this has not been proof-read — you've been warned!!

Happy Birthday

It's your birthday and everyone from family to friends of the family have gathered around to celebrate.

WARNING ➭ fluff overload.

REQUESTED: by @evieevergreen

WORD COUNT: 2k+

"Wow Y/N, how old are you now?", Blaise asked as you were busily skipping around the garden, testing out the floatiness of your new dress that your Nana Ella had gifted you. " 'm four now Blaise!", you answered holding up four of your fingers causing Blaise to playfully gasp in astonishment.

"No way!", Pansy whispered as she came behind you, swiftly picking you up and twirling you around in her arms, causing you to giggle. "Wow, Y/N/N's four now, huh? That's crazy!", your brother teased as he stuck out his tongue to you, causing you to do the same thing back. "Yeah! 's super crazy! Daddy cried when he asked me, it was 'eally funny", you whispered the last part causing Draco and his friends to laugh — your father had been getting rather emotional as your birthday drew nearer; your mother was the same. It was completely understandable though — their baby was growing up, far too fast for their liking.

And because your parents, as well as your grandparents, loved spoiling you, they had sent you off to Hogwarts for the day to spend time with your brother and his friends as they got the manor and its gardens ready for your birthday party later on. Your father had hired a magician whilst your Papa Cyg had hired a mini petting zoo with ponies — you were currently very obsessed with ponies, and whilst your mother drew the line at you having your own pony, she and your grandfather had reached a mutual agreement with the idea of a pony petting zoo. Cygnus wasn't too happy with not getting his way, but he figured it was better than nothing, and knowing that you would instantly love his gift, more so than you would love the gift your Papa Braxas gifts you, was just the icing on top of the cake.

"Did I hear it was someone's birthday today?", a voice spoke causing your eyes to divert to the owner of the voice — only for you to smile as you ran up to give Harry a big hug, before moving to hug Hermione and Ron. "Yeah! 's my birthday today! 'm four! See 'mione!", you squealed in excitement as you held up four fingers and waited for Hermione's approval if you were actually holding four fingers up — Hermione was another girl in your brother's year that you looked up to as a sister, and even though she and your brother got on each other's nerves, Draco couldn't help but smile and playfully shake his head at the sight.

Nodding her head, you giggled in excitement again before your eyes widened as Hermione gave you a package wrapped in birthday gift wrapper causing you to 'ooh' at the item now in your hand. "Oooh, 'mione, 's this f'me?", you asked before you even thought about ripping off the paper. Chuckling at your excitement, the curly haired girl smiled, "Yes Y/N/N, it's from the three of us, happy birthday little one."

Soon you were sitting on the ground of the school's field and were busily ripping off the paper, before pouting when it became a bit too much of a challenge for you. " 's not comin' off!", you whined causing Pansy to laugh as she moved closer to help you. "Here you go Y/N baby. Oh wow! Look at what's inside!"

Once the paper was ripped off you squealed even louder than you had done before, as you ran up to the trio and hugged them, thanking them for the gift, before returning all your attention to the toy in your hand — Hermione and the boys had gifted you with not just one, but three soft toy ponies, one black, one brown and one F/C. " hank 'ou! 'hank 'ou! 'hank 'ou! Look Draco! Ponies!", you cheered as you playfully shoved one of the cuddly soft toys in your brother's face, feeling so excited to have more soft toys to add to your collection.

"Mhmm", your brother responded before pushing the toy out of his face, and fixing his already pristine hair. Noticing your brother's lack of enthusiasm towards the ponies, you decided to show Blaise instead, causing Draco to roll his eyes at the sight — currently Blaise was pretending to talk to one of the ponies, and whisper something in its ear before passing the toy back to you, as you held it close to your ear, almost as if the pony was passing on whatever secretive message Blaise told it, to you.

"We'll see you later on Y/N. Can't wait for yo-", Harry spoke before Hermione nudged him, silently informing him to keep his mouth shut, causing Ron to snicker. Ron was expecting it to be himself to be the one to spill the beans about your birthday party, and was just grateful that he wasn't on the receiving end of Hermione's nudge. "What'd'y'a mean 'arry?", you spoke, confusion all over your face, as Draco just narrowed his eyes at the boy, whilst Harry was rubbing his arm where Hermione had nudged him with her elbow. "Hmm? Oh uh, nothing Y/N... we'll see you around. Happy birthday!", he spoke before leaving the area, with Hermione subtly glaring at him, whilst Ron just grabbed Harry's arm and gestured to him that the best idea would be to make a run for it.

You couldn't know about the birthday party — it was a surprise after all!

Back at the manor, all was not going as well as hoped. Your aunt was supposed to be helping out with the decorations, but instead was pretending to help whilst your mother and grandmothers were working together to sort of the F/C garlands.

"Urgh, Bella! Get up and help me-" "I am helping!" "No you are not! Last time I checked, helping me did not involve me standing here hanging this banner by myself whilst you just snack on the cupcakes!" "Ah but you see my dear little Cissy, I need to try these cupcakes — my niece deserves the best of the best, and any icky cupcakes will need to be removed, and what better way to remove them than to-" "Yeah, yeah! I get it, now just- c'mere and hold this side of the banner."

Your Nana Ella could not help but snicker at the sight of your mother and aunt, her two daughters, bickering away as if they were still young girls.

Meanwhile your father, godfather, Uncle Roddy as well as your Uncle Rabby were busy setting everything up outside. Your Uncles had the "greatest" idea to get fireworks for your birthday, and were currently busy setting those up, alongside the assistance of your godfather, who insisted he help, in order to ensure that no one got hurt. Your Uncle Roddy was the smartest one compared to his younger brother, even though your Uncle Rabby was always the one that had the most entertaining ideas. Just last week he had convinced you to help him bring your mattress to the top of the stairs and use it as a "surfboard" — that day the two of you had spent the entire afternoon together just sliding down the stairs with the mattress.

With those three busy setting up the fireworks, your father was busy helping his own father beat your Papa Cyg at his own game — your Papa Cyg may have gotten you a mini petting zoo with five different breeds of ponies, but your Papa Braxas had decided that it was about time you had a play-castle of your own — one that was even better and bigger.

"Father... Y/N already has a play-castle...", Lucius sighed as he watched his father figure out the next set of instructions for the castle. "No son. That's a play-room, that she pretends is a castle. This is an actual castle that she can play in. Besides she spends far too much time inside and on that blasted iPad of hers. The adventures outside are far more enjoyable than those ones...", Abraxas uttered to himself as he focused on screwing another set of screws in, before gently hitting the castle shaped play-house to double check if the screws were tight enough.

Soon your party was all set up, and with the final approval from your mother your father went off to go pick up yourself from your brother and his friends. Once you had noticed your father walk through the school, you ran up to him leaving your new toys and colouring pens behind as Lucius picked you up in his arms, and cuddled you close. Lucius was determined to cherish these few remaining moments with you, as he knew that you were getting bigger and soon he would not be able to pick you up in his arms and hold you close, just like he had been doing ever since you had entered this world in the first place. "Look Daddy, look! 'arry, Ron, and 'mione gave me these ponies for my bi'th'ay!"

By the time the two of you had reached the manor, you were welcomed by a very decorative manor causing you to gasp in shock and excitement at what was to come. "Wow Daddy! Look 't says 'appy bi'th'ay Y/N", you squealed causing Lucius to smile. He couldn't help but feel rather emotional at the fact that you could now properly say your name — just another sign that you were indeed growing; growing far too fast for his liking.

"C'mon Daddy! C'mon!", you mumbled as you dragged your father out by his hand and into the garden where you were also very surprised to see that it was also decorated. The only issue was that it was empty. "Where is eve'yone?", you asked before being completely stunned when everyone appeared from their hiding places and cheered "Happy Birthday Y/N!"

"Ahhh! 'hank 'ou! 'hank 'ou!", you giggled as your mother pulled you in for a big hug, whilst trying to hide her tears in your hair — Narcissa was in shock that you, her daughter that she held in her arms every night, was now four years old. Not four months, but for four years!

Soon the rest of your family and friends took turns cuddling you as you thanked them all. Hugging your Papa Cygnus at the very end, you heard the faint sound of a pony, and soon gasped in shock before running up to the pony that was standing grazing the grass. "Ahh! A pony! F'me? 'hank 'ou Papa Cyg!", you laughed as you ran back to your Papa Cygnus and gave him a really big bear hug, causing the man to smirk in your Papa Braxas's direction — however Abraxas was determined not to go down without a fight and knew the minute you saw the gift he had gotten for you, you would definitely prefer it over Cygnus's.

"Y/N princess... look what I got for you?, Abraxas spoke causing you to divert your attention away from the pony and instead on the castle shaped play-house. You simply gasped in excitement before running up to your Papa Braxas and hugged him the same way you hugged your Papa Cyg, as you thanked the older blonde man, before checking out the castle in awe — it looked just like the castle your Papa Braxas had told you all about during story time whenever you spent the night sleeping over at your grandparent's.

Soon your mother brought out your birthday cake, which was covered with F/C icing and a number four birthday candle whilst everyone else sang happy birthday to you. It was safe to say you were definitely high on sugar as you had spent the majority of your party running between your grandparents as they fed you cake, with each of them being completely unaware of the fact that the other was doing the same. It was only when your mother noticed you come back with icing all over your mouth that she playfully rolled her eyes at how hyper you were — Narcissa was dreading bedtime now, that was for sure. Perhaps she could suggest the idea of you sleeping over at one of your grandparent's houses for the night; it was only right after all — they were the reason why you were running around like crazy, full on sugar.

The rest of your birthday had been spent with you playing hide 'n' seek with your brother and his friends — Blaise had the best idea to hide in the playhouse which caused you to giggle. "Aww Blaise!! You can be the p'ince 'nd I can be the p'incess!", you smiled before kissing the boy's cheek whilst Draco just rolled his eyes once he found the two of you. "Oh yeah, well that means I'm the dragon, and dragons blow fire!!", Draco teased causing you to run with Blaise away from Draco, not feeling tired at all, what with all the sugar in your system.

It truly was a great birthday.

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evieevergreen · 2 years

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This is soo cute...And my pearl is such a cute nickname!!!

a/n: i may or may not have just finished reading pride & prejudice as i wrote this... but i love that book so damn much, and I'm aware the quote is not the exact same, but i had to change it because i needed it to fit in with the storyline, so yeah...

What Should I Call You, When I'm In Love With You?

Blaise has a list of questions for you, but there's only one on his mind that he's just dying to ask you?

PAIRING: Blaise Zabini x Fem!Reader

WARNING ➭ a jealous Blaise, an overprotective big brother Draco.

REQUESTED: by @fandom-life-12

WORD COUNT: 2k+

Blaise was upset, that was an understatement. The two of you had planned a study date, which had now been overtaken by one Harry Potter.

Everyone knew that Harry and your brother did not get along, but you got along with the boy splendidly. The two of you were close friends — too close in Blaise's eyes. Even your brother wasn't a fan of the boy, and became even less of a fan when he realised that Harry had agreed to become your friend, when the two of you first met.

"Hey Y/N, hey Blaise! How's the studying coming along?", Harry asked as he walked into the empty classroom where Blaise had set up study area for the two of you. "Oh hey Harry! It's going okay... I just can't seem to get the hand of this potion — and the last thing I want to do is hear Uncle Sevy- I mean Professor Snape, knowing he was right about this potion being too difficult for a 3rd year like myself...", you pouted, as the image of your godfather came to mind. You thought very highly of the man, and always wanted to be the best of the best in his eyes; even better than your own brother — which led to you sometimes advancing to your brother's level in potions. Draco was a fifth year, and you were a third year, but that didn't stop you from working harder on the difficult stuff. It was so satisfying when you bested the older blonde boy, especially when he was struggling with something — typical sibling rivalry really; your mother and aunt were the same. Or at least they used to, when they were younger.

"You won't always want to fight with your brother Y/N... one day you'll grow up and become friends, just like your aunt and I", your mother spoke as she brushed your hair after one of your fights with your brother where he pulled on your hair because you had pushed him down the stairs causing him to fall and bump his head. That was when the two of you were small children, now you were still as competitive but you didn't resort to physical blows anymore. Thank Merlin for that.

As you told Harry of your dilemma, Blaise continued sitting next to you, turning the pages of his potions book to see where you went wrong — the most common thing the pair of you would do, was compare notes and help each other out with homework, so this study date just seemed like your usual ones. Except Blaise was determined to tell you his true feelings for you today, and was planning on doing it now, if Harry hadn't shown up. Hoping that the boy would leave the pair of you alone soon, Blaise sits in silence as he tries and finds where you went wrong with the potion, only to be disturbed by the sound of your laughter — not that Blaise was complaining about the interruption as he always had adored your laugh, and your smile, and those bright E/C eyes that Blaise couldn't help but get lost in — yeah, Blaise was so clearly in love with you, and you had no clue. Heck, even your brother and your parents knew.

"Oh, he likes her!", your mother giggled as she stood out on the balcony, pretending to admire the garden when in reality she was spying on you and Blaise. That day, Blaise had come over to spend time with Draco, only to be infatuated with you and was soon making daisy chains, which weren't going as well as he had hoped. "Urgh, 's not working! How do you do this so well?", he groaned, throwing the daisies on the ground in frustration. "Here, Blaise lemme show you. So see these two, you tie them gently like this, and then repeat it again, but with another one this time. See?", you showed Blaise, as you passed the daisy chain you had made to him, your hands slightly touching, causing the boy to blush and look down in hopes you wouldn't notice his change in expression. "Oh, I get it now, thanks Y/N."

"How can you tell?", your father asked, standing next to your mother, but instead of looking at the garden and where you and Blaise were, he was too busy looking at your mother. "Because, he looks at her the way you look at me", your mother answered, before turning around to face her husband. "Really? And how do I look at you?", your father teased, pulling his wife closer to him causing the blonde woman to swat a hand at his chest, before pushing away from his embrace. "Oh you know...", she replied coyly, smiling at him, causing your father to roll his eyes at his wife.

But now Blaise was starting to get frustrated at the fact that Harry was not leaving. "Oh wow Y/N, that potion's like 5th year level — even I can't brew it well", Harry commented, causing Blaise to mutter a faint "clearly" under his breath, causing you to raise an eyebrow at the boy's behaviour. "Yeah, well that's why I've got Blaise here to help me out — he's good with potions. Draco should be here soon as well, I think...", you added, silently implying that it may not have been the wisest idea for both Harry and Draco to be in the same room together — whenever those two were together, chaos was sure to follow, and that was the last thing you wanted during your peaceful study date with Blaise.

"Yeah Y/N's got me to help her out", Blaise added, causing both yourself and Harry to look in his direction — you looked at him with a proud smile, whereas Harry just narrowed his eyes slightly when he realised what the Slytherin boy was getting at. "Yeah... Y/N's a lucky girl", Harry spoke causing you to blush slightly, which did not go unnoticed by Blaise, who furrowed his brow in dismay when he witnessed the sort of charm Harry had on you. Yeah... Y/N's special", Blaise smiled causing you to look back up at him, still blushing except Blaise wasn't sure if you were blushing because of his words or because of Harry's — needless to say, Blaise still thought you looked cute.

However, the awkward tension in the room was soon washed away, when your brother Draco walked in, dramatically sighing and expressing a face of disgust when he saw Harry. "Urgh, Potter — what do you want?", Draco groaned; the last person the boy wanted was to see. "I was just checking on Y/N and seeing how she was getting on... no big", Harry replied, putting his hands up to emphasise his words. "Relax Draco, 's no big deal", you smiled, rolling your eyes at how overprotective your brother was being. "Well, if it's no big deal, then I'm sure Potter doesn't mind leaving — and even if he does mind, I don't care... get out", Draco snapped causing Harry to roll his eyes before shooting you a playful wink and a smile as he left the room. Leaving the room, he patted Draco's head, as if the boy was a dog, causing Draco to follow the boy out, shouting at him, "oi Potter! 'm not a dog! Keep those hands of yours to yourself-"

Laughing at the sight of those two bickering away, you shook your head and turned around to focus on the problem at hand — how to get this potion of yours to work? However there was one question on your mind, that was just begging to be asked; glancing around the room you decided now would be the best time to ask it, since your brother was no longer in the room, there was less of a chance of this reporting back to your parents. "What was all that about?", you asked Blaise who hummed in response. Trying to gain the boy's full attention, you gently placed your hand on top of his, causing the boy to smile as he looked, before turning around to face you instead. "What do you mean Y/N/N?" "You know... with Harry coming in here? You're usually never that cold with people...", you whispered the last part, afraid that Blaise would be upset by your words. Instead, Blaise sighed when he realised now would be the best time to confess his feelings for you. "It's just that, well... I know you used to date Potter and well-" "Date Potter?", you asked, surprised by Blaise's words.

"I wouldn't say date him — it was just hanging out as friends, besides I wouldn't even call it a date. We went out with a bunch of friends as a group. That's hardly a date."

"Really? Then what is classified as a date in the eyes of Y/N Narcissa Malfoy?", Blaise asked dramatically, wiggling his eyebrows causing you to chuckle at how silly he looked. "Well in my eyes... I think a date should be just two people alone. Kind of like how we are right now...", you drawled off, realising what you had just said. You had no idea that Blaise even liked you the way you did him — did he like you? Or did he just see you as Draco's little sister?

Picking up on your words the boy couldn't help but smile, except his smile was much more dashingly handsome and charming compared to Harry's. "Oh really? Like this huh?", Blaise teased, before genial nudging you with his elbow causing you to giggle and blush — seeing you blush this time, made Blaise realise that his charms did work on you, just like he had hoped they would. "You know what I mean, I like spending time with you, when it's just the two of us because then my stupidly annoying older brother isn't swarming around us."

Blaise hums in response, as he tries to come with something to say even though the boy has no real intention of speaking — he just likes listening to your voice. "It's funny that you would think of this like a date... I would have thought you would have preferred something a little more romantic?"

"Well yeah Blaise... it's called a study date, correct?", you replied even though your mind was currently focusing on what he meant by that. Maybe he was just messing around.

"Why indeed you are correct little Malfoy...", Blaise teased again before noticing your smile had slightly dropped.

"What's wrong?", Blaise asked — in all seriousness. "I thought you liked being called little Malfoy?", he added as he picked up on the reason for why your smile dropped in the first place. "I do like it, but it's just what my all my brother's friends call me...", you confessed, feeling your heart drop at the possibility of your feelings for the boy being completely one-sided. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but am I not your brother's friend?", Blaise asked.

"Well yes of course you are..."

"But..."

"I don't like thinking of you as just my brother's friend...", you replied, feeling rather shy at where the conversation was going. "Ah, I see. So you think of me, do you?", Blaise teased which resulted in you throwing a textbook at the boy. "Ha, ha. Very funny Blaise", you rolled your eyes in response, even though you still couldn't wipe that smile off your face. "It's just... well..."

"I like you too...", Blaise answered, winking at you causing you to baffle in confusion for a minute. "What makes you think I like you?", you ask, confidently but on the inside you were dreading the possibility of it all being a joke. "Because I know you Y/N... or at least I hope I do, little Malfoy."

Feeling the room filled with that awkward tension again, Blaise decided now would be the time to lighten the mood once more as he saw you scrunch your nose slightly when he called you that blasted nickname once more. "I'd rather you not call me that anymore... especially if you like me as much as you claim."

"Well then, what endearments am I allowed?", Blaise asked turning his body the full way around to face you this time, instead of just his head. Humming in response, you take a while to think of an answer.

"Well let me think, Y/N/N for everyday, my pearl for Sundays, and goddess divine, but only on very special occasions", you teasingly smiled at him.

"And what shall I call you when I'm cross? Mrs Zabini?", Blaise asked as he wrapped an arm around your body, and pulled you closer to him.

Gasping at the Slytherin boy's words, you swatted a hand to his arm, before shuffling back slightly to look back into his eyes. "Absolutely not, no... you may only call me Mrs Zabini when you are completely and perfectly and incandescently in love with me...", you ramble looking up into Blaise's eyes and smiling like crazy — the boy had some sort of charm on you, which caused you to smile like a fool at times, not that you were complaining.

"I see... and how are you this evening, Mrs Zabini?"

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evieevergreen · 2 years

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Woahh this is soo long!! This is soo cute and the story is wonderful...you know what they should all wear like the doll for halloween or something

a/n: the paragraphs in italics is the fairy-tale story, just in case you get confused. also this hasn’t been proof read so i apologise for any spelling/grammar mistakes.

Once Upon A Time…

Prince Lucious is on a mission to save his princess, with the help of his little fairy, from the meanie witch — will he be able to save the princess in time with the assistance of his friends?

WARNING ➭ fluff overload + lots of family fun

REQUESTED: by @yan-senna

WORD COUNT: 4k+ — that's right everyone; Zenny wrote 4 thousand words... in one go i might add, when she's meant to be studying for exams 😬

It was pouring with rain outside, as you perched on your knees, sitting comfortably on the window seat, staring outside the large glass window with your hands pressed against it. Sighing loudly once more, you giggled as you noticed your breath fog up the window slightly — almost as if you were a dragon whose hot firey breath had ran out.

“What’s the matter my little love?”, your father asked as he looked up from book, causing your mother to pull her hand away slightly as she was mindlessly stroking her fingers through his hair, all the while her eyes remained glued the current page she was so fixated on.

This sort of weather was perfect for your parents to enjoy a day of lounging around in the manor’s library — compared to the usual routine which would involve you running around the gardens, right up until nap time. “ ‘m bored Dadda. ‘anna play!”, you dramatically sighed as you toddled over to your parents before falling on top of your father’s stomach causing him to wince slightly as he was forced to cough from the sudden weight that he was now trapped under. “Yeah, uh huh — I can see that”, he coughed, gently nudging your body off of his own so that he could regain his breath, whilst your mother stifled her laughter from your actions. “What would you like to play baby?”, your mother asked as she extended her arms out to you, in hopes that you would reciprocate and snuggle up into her, which you did, as your mother stretched her legs out slightly to get herself comfortable before inviting you to snug up into her lap.

Raising a finger to your chin, you hummed in thought as your mind scrambled around in circles trying to come up with some sort of game — originally thinking of a game more suited to the outdoors, you shut it down when the rain outside started to grow louder, reminding you that, playing outside was not an option meaning that you were restricted to games better suited for the indoors. Hide ‘n’ Seek came to mind, but you quickly shut it down since a lot of the manor was restricted for hiding purposes — same with tag. Glancing around the room, your eyes caught your mother’s eyes, reminding you about a certain princess doll that was currently hidden amongst the rest of your toys in your playroom. “Oooh I know! ‘anna play wit’ my dollies!”

“Alright then”, your father agreed as he scooped you up into the air, causing you to giggle loudly. “Weeee! ‘m flyin’ Dadda!”, you shrieked happily as your father gently threw you in the air before catching you and wrapping an arm around you as you rested your head on his shoulder. “Mama c’mon! C’mon!”, you urged as your mother followed behind on the way to your playroom. On their way there, the three of you bumped into your Auntie Trixie who looked as if she was just about to leave the manor, much to your dismay — you were really hoping that your aunt would join in on the game as well. “Auntie Trixie where y’going?”, you asked, slipping out of your father’s grip and onto the floor before running up to the raven curly haired woman. “Home… why?”, your aunt responded only to be further questioned by her sister. “Oh Bella, you can’t go out in this kind of weather — stay for a while longer. It’s not safe to drive and-”, your mother rambled. “-I’ll be fine Cissy.”

“No”, you interrupted the sisters as you stomped slightly to match your words with your actions, causing them to both look at you — your mother’s face bore an expression of unamused enthusiasm, whilst your aunt just rose an eyebrow at your slight outburst; she did always enjoy teasing you when you got into trouble for behaving the complete opposite of a “little lady”. Shaking your head in disagreement with your aunt’s intentions of leaving the manor, you continued to give the woman more reasons to stay instead. “Auntie Trixie stay. Auntie Trixie play!”, you stomped your feet again, more noticeably this time, before folding your arms to show just how serious you were being over this whole situation. “…play?”, your aunt asked in confusion as to what you were suggesting. “Mhmm, play dollies wi’h me!”, you explained, nodding your head in encouragement for the raven haired woman to agree to the idea. Standing there, narrowing her eyes at you slightly, your aunt was stuck with deciding on whether or not to just follow through with her initial plan and head for her child-free home. However you had other plans as from the corners of your eyes, tears began to form causing you to bring a hand up towards them in an attempt to wipe away the tears that were threatening to spill. “I just ‘anna play dollies!”, you whined as your clung onto your father’s leg, causing the man to bring a hand down to your head as he began to softly stroke your hair in an attempt to lessen your shaky breathing and tears that were currently staining his clothes.

“It seems the child has spoken, and you wouldn’t want to upset the child any further… would you, Bellatrix?”, your father asked in a rather stern tone that you didn’t seem to catch onto, what with feeling upset at the idea that perhaps your aunt didn’t want to spend time with you, anymore than she was required to.

“… fine”, your aunt muttered causing you to slowly turn towards her, with tears still in your eyes, silently asking her if what she spoke was true. “R-Really?”, you croaked in between wiping your tears away. Even though her face remained the same, you knew that she meant what she said and soon tackled the woman in a bear hug. “Yay! T’ank you Auntie Trixie! C’mon ‘s gonna be s’much fun!”, you cheered as you dragged the woman away with you closer to your playroom, ignoring the loud groan she released as she the reality of her words hit her, causing both your mother and father to chuckle at the sight — there was just something about you, perhaps it was the light in your eyes, that when you got your way you were entertaining to watch.

Once the four of you had finally reached your playroom, you let go of your aunt’s hand and ran to your toy box, flinging the chest open and began messily throwing out everything you could possibly need, much to Narcissa’s disapproval — the woman really did not tolerate such mess. “Y/N! I just had your room cleaned…”, she muttered, knowing it was useless. “Ah hah! Found ‘em!”, you cried before bringing all four dollies to the adults in the room, presenting each toy in front of them to select from — or so they thought. “No Mama! You need to be the princess! ‘m the fairy, Dadda’s the prince and Auntie Trixie can be… uhm”, you drawled on, combing back the doll’s hair before passing it to your aunt. “I’ll be the witch!”, your aunt suggested, although it was more of a matter of fact, rather than a suggestion. “Yeah! The meanie witch!”, you clapped your hands, whilst your mother gasped at your words. “Y/N Narcissa Malfoy! Your aunt is not a meanie!”, your mother retorted defensively — after all, that was her sister you were talking about. “You’re so right dear sister… ‘m wicked!”, she grinned causing you to giggle loudly at her words, whilst your mother just shook her head at her sister’s words of encouragement. It wasn’t until your laughter died down, that you noticed your father was no longer in the room — when could he have possibly slipped out?

Realising that he must have left when you were organising the dollies you were about to start crying again, only to be relieved when he returned with your brother and your Uncle Sevy in tow. “Look Y/N baby! Your brother and Uncle Sevy want to play too!”, your father cried in excitement as he nudged both of them into the room causing them to grumble something incoherently — not that you cared too much; you were just happy that more people wanted to play with you. “Really?”, you asked excitedly and your eyes sure showed it. Your brother and godfather on the other hand, were busy mumbling incoherent strings of words under their breath — they weren’t even asked if they wanted to join, they were just simply told to do so because if there was one thing that Lucius Abraxas Malfoy would do without hesitation it would be making you, his precious little girl, as happy as you could possibly be.

Feeling nothing but ecstatic you quickly passed over the soft cuddly dragon toy that your brother had gifted you for Christmas to him, causing the teenager to smile — if there was one thing that could make Draco happy, it was dragons; he had always been obsessed over them, since he was your age. Seeing that you required one more dolly, for your Uncle Sevy, you toddled back to the toy chest before pulling out an old wizard toy and handed it to the man who was just so relieved about the fact that you had not bestowed upon him a princess doll — the last thing Severus wished for was to put on an inane shrewishly high girl voice, and be constantly teased by the rest of your family members. Severus was in no way a "soft" man, but for you, he would be willing to make an exception — only for you.

"There we go! Now we can play!", you exclaimed clapping your little hands in joy, before attempting to put your fairy wings on all by yourself, only to require some assistance since the wings sure were tricky. "Nuh, uh Mama I gots it!", you told your mother, who pulled you closer to her as she was trying to help you out. "I know baby, but Mama's just helping you-" "I want Dadda to help!", you interrupted the blonde, causing your mother to pout slightly at your words — you were slowly becoming more and more of a daddy's girl and your mother wasn't too happy with the fact that you preferred one parent over the other. "C'mere Y/N/N, Dadda's got his girl", your father uttered as he shuffled closer towards you before helping you put the wings on. Feeling satisfied with your wings equipped, you were ready to start playing.

The Prince Lucious was riding his horse and was going as fast as he could possibly go, in fear that the storm might wash him away — he had to get to the princess in time, before the meanie witch could do more harm; the kingdom needed its princess back, the people were relying on him! What was even worse was the fact that the meanie witch now had a dragon, a special dragon that could breathe fire!

"-Y/N... all dragons breathe fire!", Draco exclaimed as if it was so obvious and anything else said on the matter was pure lies. "Draco! Hush 's my story!", you snapped causing your brother to roll his eyes, only to be met with glares from both your mother and father — "Let your sister have her fun Draco", your mother interrupted the little squabble between yourself and your older brother. "Draco shut up, some of us don't want to be here any longer than we have to", your aunt whispered as she nudged the boy with her elbow, causing him to scowl at his aunt. "Can I continue?", you asked, sending a glare to everyone in the room. "May I continue, Y/N?", your mother responded, feeling the sudden need to correct your mannerism, only to smile at what you had to say next. "... Mama, I love you, but 's my story...", you whispered to her causing your mother to kiss your head, before silently gesturing for you to continue.

Now the princess was trapped under a curse, a curse that kept her imprisoned in a statue of gold, and the only way to save her was to retrieve the water from the nearby lake which surrounded the kingdom and kept its crops nourished. However, there was just one tiny little problem — the lake was guarded by mermaids, except these mermaids weren't the nicest mermaids you would ever meet. Oh no, these mermaids had magic — the kind of magic that would transform them into the person you love the most. Now Prince Lucious had heard all about these mermaids, but he was determined not to give into their temptations — why would he do that, when he had a princess back home, who he was desperate to be reunited with.

"-Wow... so what exactly can these mermaids turn into?", your godfather asked causing your father to look at the man in frustration for interrupting the story, just when it was getting to the good part. Your mother on the other hand just raised an eyebrow at him, almost as if reminding the man, that there were children around and now was not the time for any adult themed jokes. Draco just sat there, as his brain slowly started to register at what his godfather was getting at. "Ohhh I get it", he replied laughing, only to be shut down by Narcissa gently smacking his hand, basically telling him to be quiet — the last thing anyone wanted was for you to start asking questions that a small child should not even be thinking of.

Back in the kingdom, the meanie witch had taken over the castle and was now currently bossing all of the servants around, making them bring her anything she desired. "Ahh, now this is the life", she sighed happily, as she leaned back on the princess's throne, toying with the crown in her hand not caring if she were to break it — she would simply get herself a new one, a better one. One entirely black with emerald gemstones, instead of this tacky gold one. Deciding that she was bored with the current crown, she threw it at the wall, almost hitting a servant on the head, before ordering them to bring her a new one — one that was more suitable for her tastes.

"-Wha- My crown?!", your mother cried, shoving your aunt down to the ground, causing the sisterly pair to squabble. "Oh Cissy, c'mon. You know I have better taste than you...", Bellatrix retorted before taking a swing at your mother with a cushion. "My crown is not tacky!", Narcissa grumbled before grabbing back the cushion from her sister's grip and hitting her with it, as she got it all out of her system. "I wear black too- you're not the only one that can wear it." "It looks better on me and you know it", Bellatrix quipped, sticking her tongue out at her younger sister. "Real mature", Narcissa scoffed, before diverting her attention back to you.

However the meanie witch's current reign over the kingdom was short-lived when the Prince Lucious returned back to the castle, with a flask filled with the water that would indeed save the princess. The only problem was that he was still yet to find her. He tiptoed his way around the castle in hopes that he would find the princess soon — the castle was indeed empty looking as many of the rooms were trashed with paintings having fallen to the ground, now filled with cracks, causing them to no longer look as good as they once did. "Help! Help!", a voice cried as Prince Lucious ran closer and closer towards the voice only to find a fairy trapped in a cage. Opening the door to assist the small girl, he noticed a large sleeping dragon with its tail wrapped around the cage, preventing the prince from getting any closer than he could. "Don't worry little fairy, I'll save you!", he whispered before pulling out his sword and stabbing the dragon in its sleep.

"-Wow. Just wow Father, you would kill your own flesh and blood just like that. No remorse? No regrets? No hesitation? Just a pure-blooded killer", Draco dramatically monologued, causing your aunt to cackle and your father to attempt to come up with a reason. "Son, it's not real...", Lucius sighed, even though it was useless — Draco's mind had been made up. "You know what, Mother's my favourite now. Mother, you're my favourite parent", Draco declared as he shuffled closer to rest his head on Narcissa's shoulder as she laid a soft kiss on his head in response. "Of course my little dragon- at least one of my children love me", she whispered, even though you could still hear her. "Fine then. Dadda's my favourite!", you declared only for your brother to scoff. "Right Dadda?", you asked your father as he picked you up and cuddled you. "Of course baby, you're my favourite too". "Careful there Y/N, I used to be his favourite too- watch out, or Daddy'll kick his little princess out the castle", he grumbled, sticking his tongue out at you, causing you you to do the same. "Shut up!", you shouted causing your mother to gasp, "Y/N Narcissa Malfoy, watch your tongue, young lady." Rolling your eyes, you carried on with the rest of the story. "Draco behave. Stop agitating your sister", your mother added so it didn't seem as if she was playing favourites — Narcissa loved both of her children, even if they did get on her nerves. "Urgh, can we get on with it?", your aunt groaned — although it wasn't clear if her groaning was because she wanted to hear more of the story, or if she was just wanting it to be over with.

Knowing that the little fairy was now safe from harm, or at least for now, Prince Lucious opened the cage allowing the small girl to escape her confinement. "Thank you! Thank you!" Now c'mon we gots to save the princess!", the little fairy cried as she flew away with the prince closely behind.

"This princess, always needs saving — she sounds like such an airhead", your aunt commented knowing that the princess was indeed your mother as she just wanted to push Narcissa's buttons even further. "Shut up", Narcissa grumbled causing you to gasp. "Mama, watch your tongue, young lady!", you responded, in the same way she did for you, making your aunt laugh at the surprised look on her little sister's face.

Soon the prince made his way towards the room in which the princess was currently confined in — it was in here that the prince could see his beloved princess, trapped as a cold golden statue. No longer wishing to be so far apart from her, Prince Lucious poured the water over the statue and watched as the water started to work its magic. Soon the princess could move again and was no longer made of gold. "Oh Prince Lucious, thank you! Thank you!", she cried as she jumped into his arms and kissed him.

"Uhh, Dadda, Mama? The dolls are meant to kiss- not you!", you interrupted as you just pouted at the sight of your parents with their lips attached to each other. "Right Luci, Cissa... no one and I mean no one wants to watch you two kiss. It's gross", your Uncle Sevy grimaced causing your mother and father to roll their eyes at him. The man was the least affectionate person they knew and it showed. "Urgh, Mother is no longer my favourite...", Draco grumbled as he shuffled away from Narcissa causing both your parents to smirk as it was always fun to embarrass the kids. "Are they done yet?", your aunt asked, causing you to turn your face in her direction, only to find that her eyes were closed shut, and was currently covering them with her hands — it was clear that no one enjoyed the sight. No one.

However the story was far from finished when suddenly the princess was pulled away from the prince by a guard, whilst another guard put a bag over the prince's head and brought him to the meanie witch. "What is meaning of this? Why, I ought to have you killed!", the witch screeched causing the prince to wince at the loud noise. "I don't think so", a voice proclaimed only to reveal the wise old wizard or as many referred to him as, the Grumpy wizard. "Ah Grumpy wizard I knew I could count on you!", the prince spoke loudly causing the witch to look stumped which was the perfect distraction as the wizard threw the potion to the prince. Opening the vial, the witch hesitated but was determined to look strong — the kingdom was almost in her reach. Almost. "What's that you got there?", she taunted. Refusing to respond, the prince threw the liquid at the witch, causing the witch to laugh at first, before realising that the potion was a melting potion and she was indeed melting away. "Ahh! I'm- I'm melting?!", she cried before turning into a pool of liquid goo. With the prince having killed the witch, the witch's curse was no longer effective and soon the castle's servants and guards were no longer under her control. "Prince Lucious! You did it!", the fairy cried in excitement as the prince was once again reunited with his princess.

"Wow Y/N, both myself and Auntie Trixie die, but Uncle Sevy lives? Wow", Draco sighed once again, causing you to giggle at his antics. "Why am I named Grumpy wizard? Surely I must have a name?", your godfather questioned, narrowing his eyes for he did not enjoy being told he was grumpy. "Why- Why do I melt? Why couldn't I have died in a duel? Why did I have to die?!", your aunt complained, making you sigh in response. "Oh, Auntie Trixie 's only a story...", you responded in hopes that she would understand. "Where did Uncle Sev even come from?", Draco asked. "And why was I given no action? I was just sleeping and 'poof' I'm dead?!", your brother exclaimed, clearly not impressed with the lack of involvement his character played. "Hush Draco! 'm not done yet!", you whispered, patting his knee to tell him to stay quiet for a few more minutes.

The kingdom was overjoyed with the news — their princess had been saved by the prince and was no longer under the meanie witch's curse, and they lived happily ever after...

"Well I must say that was a very good story Y/N baby, well done!", your mother commented, smiling proudly at you. "And would you look at that, it's not raining anymore, which means-", your father spoke only to be interrupted by you running away from him and up towards the window, once again staring outside the large glass window with your hands and face pressed against it. "Yay! We can play outside now! Yay! C'mon Draco! You can be the dragon outside — but the nice one this time! You too Auntie Trixie, c'mon hurry up!", you exclaimed before dragging your brother behind you as the pair of you were being chased outside the manor with your aunt hot on your heels, chanting "I'm gonna get you!'. Chuckling at your excitement, your parents and godfather soon made their way to join the three of you outside in the gardens, only to laugh at the sight of Bellatrix having caught you and spinning you around, whilst Draco just laughed. "Weee! 'm flying Auntie Trixie! 'm flying!", you giggled as your aunt gently threw you in the air, causing your father to slightly panic at the idea of her dropping you. Noticing her husband's panic stricken face, your mother just rolled her eyes at him. "She's not going to drop her Lucius... Y/N's her niece remember", your mother teased before moving closer to her sister and daughter, extending her arms out for you, which you happily took, as your mother began to gently spin you around, holding you close. Wriggling out of your mother's grasp you started to run around the gardens, hiding from your brother in a game of Hide 'n' Seek, to which your godfather was reluctant to join in at first, but soon decided to play along, in hopes that you would soon tire out and get ready for a much needed nap.

With the sun out, it was a beautiful day, and the perfect way to end your story.

The End.

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evieevergreen · 3 years

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Thank you soo much for doing this!!! I love it soo much....I been rereading it 6 time already...I think I will sent more requests..❤❤❤️

New Friends!

↠ Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

↠ Requested: yes/no - thank you to @evieevergreen for sending in this request. i am really happy that you are enjoying my #malfoy princess series so far. 🥰

↠ Word count: 1.2k +

↠ Summary: Draco's 3 and a half year old baby sister meets Harry Potter during a Quidditch match and is so excited to make new friends.

↠ A/N: this idea is so adorably fluffy! i just really hope you like it - i hope it's not too short...

↠ Warnings: some slight cursing from draco arguing with harry - i have no idea how Quidditch works, so hopefully it's not too much of an issue if i get the terminology wrong...

"Daddy?! 'at's goin' on?!", you cried, as you bounced up and down in your seat in an attempt to get a better view of what was going on. "Well Y/N/N do you see that gold little ball flying through the air?", your father asked as he picked you up and sat you in his lap allowing you to get a clearer view of the pitch. "Uh huh!" "Well your brother is trying to catch it so he can-", your father explained before slightly grimacing at the sight of your brother falling off his broom - Quidditch was a vicious game and its players were proof of how little people cared for their safety; all they wanted was to win and enjoy the glory of their victory - it was the same back when your father was a student.

"Time!!", Madam Hooch called as she blew the whistle, causing the players to all swoop down below causing you to giggle. "I 'anna fly Daddy!" Knowing fully well that your mother would be against the idea, your father only smiled as he made a mental note to purchase you a training broom on your way home from his meeting with the Headmaster. You weren't quite sure what the meeting was about, since technically you were meant to be at home focusing on your lessons with your mother, but since you had been ever so clingy to your father lately, your mother had decided that you deserved a little break from all your tutoring.

There wasn't an actual Quidditch match going on - in fact, the teams were simply practicing for the upcoming match - and usually, an audience wasn't present, but you were a special case, of course. As you watched your brother's classmates land safely on the ground it wasn't long before you jumped off of your father's lap to run off into your brother's arms to congratulate him. To congratulate him on his win would be slightly far-fetched since Draco's team hadn't actually won, in fact it was the Gryffindor team that emerged victorious this time round. Being completely oblivious to the petty argument that both your brother and his opponent were engaged in you continued to run up to Draco as fast as your little legs could allow you to. "Why you little-" "Oh, sod off Potter! You were in my way what else was I supposed to-" "That's it, c'me 'ere, you slimy little bas-"

" 'raco! 'raco! 'atulations!!", you cried happily as you grabbed ahold of your brother's leg preventing him from swinging his fist at Harry's nose. "Wha-" "I 'as watchin' 'ou 'raco. Me and Daddy!", you explained, helpfully pointing a finger to your father who was currently engaging in a conversation with your Uncle Sevy. "What about me Y/N/N baby? Were you watching me too?", Blaise asked before he swiftly picked you up bouncing you up and down in his arms causing you to laugh loudly. "Blaishe! 'top it, 'at's funny!", you smiled before wrapping your little arms around his neck before snuggling your head on his shoulder causing the rest of the Slytherin players to coo at how adorable you were. Shying away from all the attention, you extended your arms for your brother to take you, which he wasn't too happy to do so at first, but when he saw your big E/C eyes sparkle at him, he couldn't help but smile as he reached out for you.

" 'atulations 'raco!", you whispered quietly this time, causing your brother to smile only for his smile to fade slightly when he heard Harry scoff in amusement. "Your brother didn't win little one... Gryffindor did!", Harry smirked at your brother before changing his expression into a soft smile causing you to copy him. "Then 'atulations Gryff'dor", you smiled causing the Gryffindor team to coo at how cuter you were with your little lisp - this wasn't the first time Draco's schoolmates had met his little sister; but it was the first time that they had heard you speak since last time you were only 11 months old. Draco was currently happy, as he refrained from diverting his attention to anyone but you, and he was doing a pretty good job at being happy with the attention his little sister was getting, until you started to reach out for Harry to hold you. Would you believe that? A Malfoy being friendly with a Potter? Your brother sure wasn't happy, and Harry knew this as he happily extended his arms out for you, causing Draco to scowl at your absence from his arms.

"Well aren't you a cutie pie?", Ginny cooed as Harry protectively held you in his arms whilst you laid your head on top of his shoulder just like you would do with your brother and his friends - you weren't aware of the fact that Harry wasn't your brother's friend; as far as you were aware, your brother, Draco, was friends with everyone... right?

"Y/N... get back 'ere'", your brother mumbled as he extended his arms out for you hoping that you would listen. But alas, you had other plans - instead you had decided to run around Harry in a circle causing the boy to laugh at your behaviour. "Y/N! Y/N! C'mon we're leaving!", Draco grumbled as you continued to ignore him. "Nuh uh 'raco! 'Anna play wit' 'ur f'end!" "He's not my friend!" "Yeah he 's, you play Quiddi'ch wit' 'im!", you smiled thinking back to all the times you would watch your brother play games with his friends, and Quidditch was a game that you played with friends... right?

Noticing your brother getting annoyed at all the attention he was getting Harry decided to play along with you. "What's your name, little one?" "Don't answer him-" " 't's Y/N... but 'ou can call me Y/N/N, cause 'ou and 'raco are f'ends!", you explained showing off a toothy grin causing Ginny to smile at how cute you looked. " 'at's 'our 'ame?", you asked, all the while Blaise was teasing your brother. "Ohh, this is great! A Malfoy being friends with a Potter!"

"My name's Harry-" " 'ike 'arry 'otter?! 'raco talks 'bout 'ou all the 'ime and he thinks 'ou're 'eally-" "Y/N!! Stop talking!", your brother whined as he tried to pull you away from that Potter, but unfortunately for Draco you were far too fast for him as you ran away from your brother to return back to Harry's side with only one question in mind.

" 'arry will 'ou be my f'end'?'", you asked as you toyed with the bracelet your Auntie Trixie had gifted you, waiting for his reply. "Aww, of course Y/N/N 'll be your friend!", Harry replied as he pulled you in for a big bear hug, just like Blaise had previously done.

"No Y/N! He can't be your friend!" "But eve'y 'raco friend is my f'end!", you shouted at your brother, stomping your foot on the ground annoyed as he wasn't letting you get your way - apparently that trick only seemed to work on your father... and on Blaise. "Y/N he's not my friend!", Draco whined before huffing, as he stormed off to hide the fact that he was getting embarrassed and jealous at all the attention you were giving to Harry - first Blaise, and now Harry? 'This can't be happening...', he thought as he walked off to get your father to deal with this situation.

In the far away distance, your brother could still hear your giggles and laughter as you, and both Gryffindor and Slytherin team, cheered over the fact that you had made a new friend.

"Yay! New f'end! New f'end! New f'end!"

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evieevergreen · 3 years

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Ahhh...this is the cutest ever...read it please..

I Really Do Love Her

↠ Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

↠ Requested: yes/no - thanks to the anon that sent this in. /x

↠ Word count: 1.1k+

↠ Summary: when your boyfriend who is 3 years older than you, finally meets your family will your older brother approve of him? Or will Draco think that Fred's just dating you for fun... not caring if your heart gets broken in the process.

↠ A/N: now i know nowadays a 3 year age gap is no big deal, but i needed to make this request fit so just pretend it is a big deal - idk anymore my brain is all mushy...

everyone is legal here - Fred is 23 - Draco is 21 (same age as Ron) and reader is 20 (same age as Ginny).

↠ Warnings: reader feels nervous throughout this story, Draco taking his overprotective brother reputation too far as he questions Fred's true intentions - remember we don't do pureblood superiority/blood traitor shit on this blog - i.e. f*ck canon!

Standing outside your family manor, hand in hand with your boyfriend Fred Weasley, it was safe to say that you were very nervous unlike your boyfriend who either was completely calm and collected or he was just a really good at hiding his emotions. "It'll be okay starlight, trust me", Fred whispered in your ear as the two of you walked into the manor, only to be greeted by a House Elf who happily took your coats before smiling at you, wishing you good luck. "Little Miss, be careful your brother seems to be in a terrible mood and it's rubbing off onto your father..."

'Now what exactly could have caused Draco to be in such a terrible mood', you wondered as you guided your boyfriend through the manor which didn't prevent him from making a few naughty jokes. "Now where exactly is your childhood bedroom hmm?", Fred teased, causing you to roll your eyes at what he was getting at. "I know what you're thinking jokester, and as much as I would love to christen that room, I must admit that it happens to be across from my parent's room." "Surely a Slytherin as witty as yourself would remember that a simple silencing charm can-" "Can what?", your brother interrupted not even bothering to hide his disgust at the fact that his little sister was dating someone older than himself. "Oh nothing my darling brother", you joked as you pulled your brother in for a hug, preventing yourself from a catching a glimpse of the glares your brother was directing towards your boyfriend. Pulling away, you were interrupted from asking the whereabouts of your parents when Draco had informed you of the fact that your father was wanting to speak to Fred. Alone.

"Don't fret starlight, I'll be fine...", Fred kissed your cheek before following your brother down the hallway and into your father's private study as you only nervously gulped your fears away before realising that perhaps your mother would know what was going on. "Mother hello!", you spoke as you entered your parent's room to find your mother fixing her hair. "Oh Y/N my love! You're home! How was your trip? How's Fred? I would have thought you would bring him with you..." "I did, but Draco told me that Father wanted to speak to him." "Oh uh, yes, that's right, he did mention that", your mother sheepishly replied, before turning back to her hair hoping you wouldn't ask any further questions about which 'he' your mother was referring to - she thought wrong.

"What's that supposed to mean?", you asked now feeling nothing but concern for your boyfriend as you began to worry. Your concerns only increased when your father had walked into the bedroom, before doing a double take when he saw his little girl back home. "Oh Y/N flower! Oh my, it brings back memories to see my two girls in the same room like this? How was your trip? How's Fred? Weren't you going to bring him with you..." "I did, but Draco told me that you wanted to speak to him- what's going on?", you cried feeling very confused over this whole scenario. Before your parents could say anything your answers were soon delivered once you heard screams coming from your father's study causing you to run towards the noise, too quickly for your father to catch you.

Standing outside the door, you were about to twist open the door handle when you heard Draco's voice loud and clear and started to listen to his words, in hopes that your Fred would be alright.

"You're dating my baby sister and you're asking me what's wrong?! What the hell Weasley?!" "She's only 3 years younger than me, what's wrong with that?" "You're older than me by 2 years!" "Oh so that's the problem huh Malfoy... you're jealous that I'm not dating you instead?", Fred joked which resulted in something made of glass to be shattered as it hit the wall - probably by your brother's own doing. "That Weasley sure is funny...", your father joked in an attempt to calm your nerves - it didn't... in fact it only ended up doing the complete opposite as you gestured for your father to leave as his presence wasn't helping your nervous state of mind.

"No Weasley what I want to know is if this, whatever the hell you call this thing with my sister-" "We call it a relationship..." " -stop interrupting me! " "You asked!" " -what I wanna know is if this relationship you have with my sister is serious or not?" As those words left your brother's mouth the room was now scarily quiet as you could literally only hear the noise of your heart thumping.

"What's that supposed to mean?", Fred asked only for you to smile as you had the exact same question running circles in your mind.

"It means, will you still want to be with her, even if she doesn't want to get married at the same time as you do... it means will you still want to be with her, even if she doesn't want to have kids at the same time as you do... it means is she someone you're willing to really be with, or is she just something fun for you to enjoy until you get fed up of her - because believe me Weasley, my baby sister has a big heart; she loves easily and she deserves to be with someone that's going to think of her first thing in the morning and last thing at night. That's what that means!"

Again the room was filled with nothing but loud silence as you nervously waited to hear your boyfriend's response - you knew that dating someone older than your brother would have caused slight issues; but you didn't think it would be this bad.

"I love your sister, my Y/N, I love her very much, I really do. I knew it would be awkward to say the least when we started to introduce ourselves as a couple to everyone; honestly I was expecting Lucius or Narcissa to have a go at me instead of you-" "Well in their minds, they seem to be fine with this whole thing, which is driving me insane-" " -now who's interrupting?", Fred teased at Draco causing your brother to narrow his eyes at him. "But all jokes aside, I love Y/N, and I would move mountains for her if it meant I could be with her - I've never felt this way for someone before..."

"Do you mean that?", a voice asked, full of tears as both boys turned around to face you, as your brother only sighed once realising that you had been behind the door this entire time. "Do you really mean that Freddie?", you asked again to which Fred nodded his head only confirming everything that he had said to be true.

"I do starlight, I really do love you."

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evieevergreen · 3 years

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I love this soo much...I'm going to cry

That's My Little Girl!

↠ “Hi lovely can you please do a Malfoy princess where she broke her leg and her boyfriend carries her around everywhere and has her on his lap but Lucius doesn’t like anybody but him (and possibly draco) carrying his little princess around so he gets jealous you choose how it ends but can it be fluff please<3333”

↠ Requested: yes/no - did this take me forever to write, only for me to still not like it.. maybe...

↠ A/N: it was fun to write about a dad caring about his daughter… (don’t mind me, i’m in a rubbish mood…)

↠ Warning: a jealous Lucius and Draco - that’s it.

↠ when your father had learned of your accident at school, causing you to have broken a leg, he was furious as he and your mother rushed through the Floo Network to find you resting in the school’s hospital wing, your eyes full of tears.

↠ "How-How did this happen?!", your mother screeched only for Draco to sheepishly admit that the two of you might have been rather rough during Quidditch practice - just a little bit.

↠ getting the all-clear sign from Madame Pomfrey, you were allowed to leave the school just until your leg had gotten better.

↠ as your father had gone to see your Uncle Sevy to get all your assignments and everything else you needed, it wasn’t long until he walked back into the hospital wing, to find your hand being held by a H/C, E/C boy who he believed to be your boyfriend.

↠ Y/B/F/N was indeed your boyfriend as he looked at you the same way your father looked at your mother - with nothing but love and adoration.

↠ noticing that you were now holding a teddy bear in your hands, your father made a mental note to go out and buy you another one - a much bigger one.

↠ playing with the teddy bear in your hands, you kissed your boyfriend on the cheek, thanking him for the present.

↠ Your boyfriend: "It’s no big deal… besides, you’re mine to spoil."

↠ as Lucius heard your boyfriend utter his most common phrase to you, since your birth, his eye began twitching - something your mother noticed.

↠ Narcissa: "Lucius… are you alright dear?"

↠ Lucius: *mumbling* "Yes, just peachy… but who is that boy? And why is he holding my Y/N’s hand?"

↠ Narcissa: "Her boyfriend, who else?"

↠ You: "Father, come and meet my boyfriend. Father this is Y/B/F/N. Y/B/F/N this is my dad Lucius Malfoy."

↠ Your boyfriend: "Pleasure to meet you sir.”

↠ Lucius: "… Likewise. Well Y/N/N are you ready to go home now? I have all your assignments for you to work on at home."

↠ You: "Yes Father I‘m ready… but can Y/B/F/N come over please?"

↠ Lucius: "Uh no-"

↠ Narcissa: "Oh of course he can! I would love to get to know this charming young man some more!"

↠ knowing your mother approved of your boyfriend, Lucius was unable to do anything about the situation as he sighed in defeat.

↠ as he moved over to pick you up, your boyfriend was much faster as he soon carried you through the Floo Network to the Manor, bridal style which caused your father’s eye to twitch at the sight.

↠ Narcissa: "Don’t ruin this Lucius! She’s happy with him, let her be happy!"

↠ rolling his eyes, your parents were the last to enter the manor as they walked into the manor to find a slightly disgusted Draco who was complaining about how your boyfriend was here.

↠ Draco didn’t mind your boyfriend, but when the two of you started to get all lovey-dovey he was always the first one to leave the room. always!

↠ as your father walked into the room, his eye began twitching again at the sight of you cuddled up into your boyfriend’s lap, his arms protectively wrapped around you, as you laid your head on his chest, in an attempt to get comfortable.

↠ You: "You spoil me too much..."

↠ Your boyfriend: "Only the best for my princess"

↠ walking back out your father grumbled something incoherent, as he dragged your brother along with him to Diagon Alley only to return with a bigger sized teddy bear, flowers, chocolate and a ‘Get Well Soon’ balloon.

↠ only the best for Lucius's princess!

↠ "There! Let’s see him try and beat this!", your father mumbled as he walked towards you only for his frown to turn into a smile - one that matched yours as you caught a glimpse of a teddy bear in your father’s hands.

↠ squealing in excitement at the new teddy, your father only smirked at your boyfriend, who in return smirked back, causing your father as well as your brother to glare at him.

↠ your father and brother soon retreated to your father’s private study only for your mother to walk in on them hatching a plan.

↠ Draco: "We could poison him!"

↠ Lucius: "... yes that sounds like a brilliant plan, I'll make a call to your Uncle Sevy and then we can-"

↠ Narcissa: "Oh no you don’t! Honestly the pair of you need to grow up. He’s a charming young man, who cares very much for our Y/N. Let her be happy otherwise I won’t be happy and then the two of you will really regret this."

↠ Draco: *scoffing* "Oh please Mother! He’s the reason why she has a broken leg in the first place! If he had been paying attention during practice instead of flirting with Y/N, she wouldn’t be in so much pain!"

↠ Lucius was now furious as he stormed out the room with your mother and brother hot on his trail - Narcissa followed your father to stop him from hurting the boy, whereas your brother only followed to watch a fight break out - Draco lived for drama.

↠ it wasn’t long before Lucius was holding his wand threatening your boyfriend shouting at him for hurting his little girl.

↠ You: "Father stop it please! This was an accident! Gosh you’re so annoy- Mother tell Father to stop hurting him!"

↠ Narcissa: "Lucius leave the room. Now!"

↠ Lucius: "I don’t think so! You heard Draco! It’s because of this idiot’s actions that our little girl’s leg is broken!"

↠ Your boyfriend: "Mr Malfoy, Lucius if I may-"

↠ Lucius: *seething* "No you may not!"

↠ Your boyfriend: "This was an accident Sir, promise."

↠ You: *fed up* "Father stop it! Stop this right now! Besides it’s Draco’s fault! He was the one that pushed me off my broom in the first place!"

↠ Draco: "Nuh uh! That’s a-"

↠ Narcissa: "Draco Lucius Malfoy!"

↠ Draco: *mumbling* "Okay fine… I might have been a bit too rough but still if Y/B/F/N hadn’t-"

↠ Narcissa: "I’ve heard enough! Draco, Lucius get out of this room! I don’t want to see the pair of you until dinner. Is that understood?"

↠ watching your father and brother mumble a 'yes' only brought a smile to your face as you watched them leave the room, before turning around to face your mother.

↠ Narcissa: *smiling* "Now Y/B/F/N, how would you like to stay for dinner? Y/N has told me so much about you…"

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Battle of Hogwarts The Musical

Harry : I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me

Hogwarts Fighters : He’s just a poor boy from a poor family. Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Harry : Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?

Death Eaters : No, we will not let you go

Hogwarts Fighters : Let him go!

Voldemort : Never let you go!

Harry : Never let me go, no no no no no no no!

Harry : Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for meeeee

Voldemort : Avada Kedavra!

Harry : Expelliarmus!

*voldy is dead*

Harry : So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?

Harry : Oh, baby, can’t do this to me, baby

Death Eaters : Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

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evieevergreen · 3 years

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Request for Draco

You break your ankle and he is over dramatic and won’t let you do anything

warnings: protective draco, one comment implying sex (IS THAT THE RIGHT WORDERING?!? man idk)

word count: 0.5k

“draco, it’s really not a big deal-”

“shut up and stay put” he hissed, waving you off and grabbing the pillow you had pointed for.

your foot was placed on two other low pillows, draco claiming that keeping it at an angle was best. he took your ankle and lifted it up gently, sliding the cushion under before placing your foot back down.

“there” he hummed, kissing the tip of your nose as you giggled lightly, “anything else my love?”

“draco, you don’t need to baby me.”

“you broke your ankle, of course i’m going to baby you!” he scoffed, acting like what you had just said was the most stupidest thing ever.

“now, i’m going to pick up your school work from today and when i get back, you have better not moved a muscle.”

“yes, sir” you mumbled sarcastically, adjusting your leg slightly and sitting yourself comfortably against the headboard.

“you’re so lucky your ankle is broken unless i’d have you bent over and really give you a reason to call me sir.”

as soon as draco left, your eyes gazed across your room for something to keep you entertained.

your mouth suddenly went dry as you suddenly craved a glass of orange juice. your eyes landed on your wand that was set on your desk, the idea to appear the drink instead coming to mind.

draco had just left a minute or two ago, giving you enough time to hobble across the room and grab your wand.

you pushed yourself up and rolled your ankle off the stack of pillows, whimpering slightly from the feeling but continuing out of bed.

you were only halfway across the room—pain not as bad as you thought—when suddenly the door swung open, draco’s eyes immediately landing on your limping figure.

the books he was holding dropped to the floor with a loud ‘thud,’ draco running over and picking you up bridal style almost immediately.

you quite literally were swept off your feet.

“what were you thinking?! you couldve seriously injured yourself” he frantically stammered out, your wand long gone as you were now being carried back to the bed, “what part of ‘you better not move a muscle’ did you not understand?”

“i was thirsty and going to make a drink appear!” you defended, a small whimper leaving your lips as he placed you down and adjusted your foot back up, an annoyed look on his face, “it’s not a big deal, draco.”

“y’know, i wouldn’t be surprised if i came back and you were laying on the floor” he said while taking a spot next to you, wrapping one arm around your waist while his free hand pulled the comforter up.

“you’re being dramatic.”

“and you’re being a big baby” he shot back, a teasing smile on his face as you smacked him lightly, “you’re treating me like a baby!”

“shut up” he grinned, leaning down and pecking your lips lightly, his hand squeezing your waist gently and his free hand resting on your thigh.

“you could get a paper cut and i’d still baby you” draco said, only pulling away slightly to talk before kissing your lips once again.

“draco, i literally got a paper cut last week and you wouldn’t even let me carry my school bag, let alone my books—”

“again, shut up.”

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evieevergreen · 3 years

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Age Reducing Potion

Draco:Have you seen Y/n

Theo:Y/n?...Y/n who? i don't know any Y/n

Malfoy:Y/n...My girlfriend...you know the one you guys help me get..

Blaise:Well um...mate...the deal is that

Theo:IT'S ALL BLAISE FAULT!!! *pointing at Blaise*

Blaise:*glare at Theo* What no...you're the-

Draco:*glaring at both of them*What.Happend.To.My.Girlfriend

Theo:Well um we we're bored and...I- *looking at Blaise*

Blaise:Alright what happend is that...We...us and Y/n decide to play truth or dare with veritaserum

Theo:A-and Y/n suppose to take the first turn and she pick truth...b-but when she drink potion...it-it ummm..

Draco:Get on with it!!!

Blaise:Its was age reducing potion okay!!

Draco:Soo you telling me...my girlfriend is now 6 year old right?!

Theo:4 actually..

Draco:*glare at Theo* Where is she!?

Blaise:She's in our dorm...taking at nap...

Theo:Bu-but we can go wake he-

Y/n:Bais!(blaise) Cio(Theo) look what I made!!! *showing a drawing she make*

Theo:umm..It's look beautiful Y/n

Y/n:*saw Draco* Who are you? *Gasp* Is he one of you guys boyfriend?

Draco:*glaring at both of them*

Theo and Blaise:No!

Draco:*slightly offended* I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy

Y/n:Hawo Daco(draco)

Draco:Y/n what do you feel right now?

Y/n:I'm okay...I do feel like I wanna be a unicorn tho...

Theo:Umm that g-good?

Y/n:And in another world I can be a magical unicorn and Bais(blaise) can be a stwong kraken and Cio(Theo) could be like...like a giant...We would save the world from evil creatures...and..and Daco(draco) can help to..he can a dwarf that good with dagger and cooking...he would our little sidekick

Blaise:*try so hard not laugh*

Theo:Hahahaha!!! She said you be drawf! And a hahaha!! side hahaha!! kick hahaha!!

Blaise and Theo:*rolling on the floor laughing*

Draco:AHHHH... YOU BETTER FIX MY GIRLFRIEND....OR !!!!*try to beat Theo and Blaise*

Theo and Blaise:AAAAHHHH!!!!!

#draco malfoy x reader #theodore nott #blaise zabini #potions #platonic #draco malfoy imagine

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evieevergreen · 3 years

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Aaaahhh This is sooo cute...I cant tell how much I love this!!!!

Just dad!draco making scorpius/lyra go trick or treating and just reader and draco absolutely adores them in their costumes 😳😳😳

BRO THATS SO CUTE😩

“Dada, mama, look! A king sized one!” Scorpius beams, the toddler’s feet pattering on the driveway of a intricately decorated house with his pumpkin basket in his hand and a massive candy bar already unwrapped and a bite taken off by the little man.

Behind him, Lyra slugs, holding a sad mini sized Hershey in her chubby palm. “They gave him the bigger one!” She whines, tears welling up in her eyes. “It’s misogyny, I’m telling you!”

You and Draco stay shocked at the use of the complex word your daughter just used, but you weren’t surprised, knowing that the three year old was a girlboss in the making.

“Alright now, my little unicorn.” He refers to her colorful costume, making her giggle. “I’m sure it’s not that, but the next house may have something yummy in store for you,” Draco grins down at her, plucking her up off the ground and into his arm, letting her adjust the pair of cat ears on his head she’d demanded he wore tonight as a costume.

“They better,” Lyra huffs, burying her face in her fathers neck as Draco nonchalantly peeks over her tiny shoulder in the candy basket, eying what sweets you’d retrieved and which he would sneakily snack on while she wasn’t looking.

Meanwhile, Scorpius was unbothered, chowing down on his chocolate bar with the candy smeared all over his face and his dragon costume. “Woah there, my little candy monster!” You laugh, snatching the chocolate away from him and letting Draco take him into his other arm, so he was now cradling the two twins.

“Mommy!” He complains, tucking his thumb into his mouth as Draco rocks them both on the spot, you laughing maniacally as if you were about to take a bite of your son’s candy to upset him, but instead you’d just slipped it back into his candy basket.

Before you all begin on your way to the next house, you softly smiled at the sight of your husband giggling along with his two children and had to capture the moment, sneaking in a picture without them knowing.

“Hey!” Draco guffaws when he noticed the flash of the camera, you subtly pushing it behind your back.

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” you shrug with a smile, laying a kiss on your daughters forehead.

“Let’s go, my little unicorn,” Lyra’s cheeks chub up as she grins. “And my little dragon,” you repeat the action to Scorp, making his tiny teeth glow in a crooked smile. “And of course,” you plant a kiss on the corner of Draco’s mouth, purposely missing his lips. “My favorite ferret,”

#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy fluff

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evieevergreen · 3 years

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This is really sweet...I love it soo much

Where the soul belongs [Oliver Wood x Reader] - Requested

Title: Where the soul belongs Pairing: Oliver Wood x Female!Reader (House not specified / non-Gryffindor) Word count: 9.6k Published: 20 September 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Warnings: Consumption of alcohol, swearing Notes: Not gonna lie, as a proud Gryffindor, some things I said in this hurt my own feelings :D Summary: What happens when you find yourself reliving the same day over and over again? What happens when you realise you aren’t the only one? You jump into a heavy research with Oliver to find a solution to your unusual situation, only to realise things might be more complicated than you could have imagined. Request: [x] Request sent by @izzytheninja for my celebration.

"🗡 A Soulmate AU with Oliver Wood where if you're in close vicinity of your soulmate but don't actually meet them you are forced to keep repeating the day until you truly meet. This happens to be on the day of the Inter-House Quidditch Cup final match."

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A loud groan left your lungs as you untangled your limbs from the bunched up heavy duvet's imprisonment. It was rather early for you to get up, hours to be passed before the Quidditch match you'd been practicing for all year. As you finally found your legs, you threw them over the edge of the bed and pushed yourself up, stretching your muscles above your head, cracking your neck and knuckles, letting out a satisfied moan. However, your movements earned an annoyed click of the tongue from across the room. "Others are still trying to sleep if you don't mind," the hoarse voice came from a bed tucked away in a corner, making you chuckle silently. Ignoring your friend, you walked into the bathroom to get ready for a day of victory, kicking some arrogant Gryffindor ass in the process.

You took your sweet time, spending more time in the shower than needed, relaxing those stiff muscles before the match, washing your hair regardless of all the sweat you knew would cover you anyway. Believing in superstition was never a concern for you, but this time you didn't dare voice the electrifying energy pouring through your veins, screaming for the victory that you could already feel in your grasp. You never looked down on Gryffindors, they were a determined bunch, but a part of you just felt as though it was your day. You owned it, you'd win it.

As you headed back to your room, you dressed into your quidditch uniform, wrapping the robe around yourself with a certain pride, before heading down to the Great Hall, leaving your roommates lazing around for a little while longer. The corridors seemed to pass by you faster than usual, each staircase turning your way as you descended from one floor to the other, a vicious smile across your face. You could feel the victory in your hands, and you made it obvious to anyone who came near you. It wasn't often that you walked around with such fiery determination in your eyes, but that day was yours, you owned it and so would your team.

Once you turned the last corner, ready to devour a meal for two, you bumped into someone, the sharp feeling in your shoulder making you groan. "Watch it!" You shouted after the person wearing a Gryffindor quidditch robe. Instead of an apology, the person just waved you off with a hand over his shoulder, not even attempting to look at you, completely ignoring your existence. An irritated scoff left your lungs, but after a deep breath you continued to the Great Hall. You didn't let yourself be deterred. Whoever that prick was, they and their team were to lose anyway, that would satisfy you in the end.

After your well-deserved breakfast, you headed to the changing room, waiting for your team to arrive. Though they took their sweet time to haul their asses to the changing room, at last, each member arrived before the agreed time. For an hour you kept talking, revising your tactics, reminding the team of each plan from A to Z that you had come up with throughout the year, listening to any of their concerns if any, before you gave your last speech, filled with motivation, determination and raging fire, ready to crush those Gryffindors.

Lee Jordan's loud voice spread through the quidditch field, announcing the Gryffindor quidditch captain Oliver Wood and his team, each member flying around the pitch with an arrogant grin painted across their faces as though they were stuck in place permanently. A silent scoff left your lungs as you waited for your team to be called, squaring your shoulders, keeping your head high. Once Lee announced your name, you looked over your shoulder with a feral smile, meeting the gaze of each member of your team. "Let's kick some ass," you grinned, earning a handful of cheers from your housemates. As you flew out to the pitch, you basked in the loud, encouraging screams and shouts, your blood boiling in your veins, needing to prove your team's worth.

Before you knew it, the match had begun and as you expected your opponent wasn't going to give you that merlin-damned trophy out of sheer kindness. Blood, sweat, and tears trickled down your face as you caught the quaffle and wedged it into your side as though it was part of your own body, not letting a single person pry it out of your arms before you were ready to throw the ball through the hoops Oliver Wood himself protected with a shit-eating grin across his face. For Merlin's sake you wished to throw the ball in his face to wipe that grin off it, but your goal was the hoop he was guarding so diligently not his face, you had to remind yourself over and over again.

You didn't have any ill motivation in trying to send the quidditch captain to the hospital wing, if only the fact that he was an obstacle between you and your victory. But you didn't let the thoughts occupy your mind any longer, you cleared all and any remnants of ill thoughts and concentrated on the hoops. Angling yourself to the left, you lifted your arm ready for the throw, almost letting go of the ball as you watched Oliver shift to the left hoop, but he couldn't have known it was only a mere distraction before you sent the quaffle through the right ring with a near perfect throw. You could barely hear Lee Jordan announce the score as Oliver grumbled something obscene, gritting his teeth, but you just sent a wicked smile his way and shrugged, igniting his fury further.

The match had gone on far too long for your liking, not only your but Oliver's team exhausted to their limits already. Shoulders sagging, eyes blinking slowly, limbs dangling as though their owners didn't know what to do with them. Hours and hours passed and no one seemed closer to the win. Head-to-head were both teams, praying for someone to catch that damned golden snitch finally. Lee's excited voice sent a shiver through you as he announced the Gryffindor seeker, Harry heading for the snitch, followed by your own housemate, Jason right on his tail with a feral grin across his face as if he had a plan. You didn't need to wait for long to hear your seeker's scream as though a bludger hit him. That was all the distraction he needed as Harry turned back to see what happened, just enough for Jason to pass him and jump for the snitch, catching it in his grasp.

A heavy breath left your lungs, one you didn't even realise you've been holding onto until the snitch was caught. Relief flooded your entire being, victory finally in your hands. Your first year as a captain didn't just end with some wins here and there, your team and you had worked to your deepest limits and in the end won with hard work, head held high and pride surging through you. You wore an appreciative smile as your eyes met the seeker who held the snitch high in the air, basking in the cheering crowd's encouragement. Merlin, it felt good to be a winner and you were beyond proud of your team.

Once you'd taken the trophy, you sent a mischievous smile and a playful wink towards Oliver who simply turned away with an irritated huff. You never really talked to the boy, if anything you really only realised his existence at the beginning of the year once you'd become quidditch captain. But riling him up with a wicked smile, a well-timed wink or a comical wiggle of your brows brought out that furious reaction from him and you enjoyed each and every moment of the fury you knew would bite you in the ass at some point.

When the ceremony was over you and your team headed to your common room, ready to celebrate a year's worth of hard work. The party had gone on until sunrise, intoxicated teenagers staggering across the room, mumbling incoherent sentences. A shake of your head was all they got from you, knowing whatever you'd have said, they wouldn't have cared. With a triumphant smile you headed to your room, took a quick shower, and threw your exhausted body on your bed. Within seconds, you succumbed to slumber, unknowingly smiling against the fluffy pillow you comfortably tucked under your head.

The next day you awoke to someone gripping your shoulders, shouting your name along with a bunch of other words you couldn't quite process. "Get up, already, we will be late!" Your roommate, Jess screamed, making you flinch at the high-pitched tone, but instead of following her instructions, you turned to your other side, ignoring her.

"What are you on about?" You managed to let out a question, your voice raspy from all the shouting you had done the day before, encouraging your teammates to win that damned trophy.

"The match is starting in half an hour," her words were rushed followed by heavy footsteps running around in haste.

"What?" You asked as you finally opened your eyes, sleepiness vanishing at once. "We already had the match yesterday. We won," you huffed, irritated by the fact that she had the audacity to forget such a brilliant victory.

"Did you hit your head? It's Saturday. We have the match today," she replied matter-of-factly. "I'm glad even in your dreams you are playing quidditch, but I'd be happier if you won in real life, not only in your dreams, which frankly would only happen if you got your ass out of that bed," she groaned and opened the bathroom door for you, waiting with an expectant expression, ignoring the deep frown across your brows. "Today, princess!" She huffed and without a second thought you followed her instructions and managed to shower, dress, and rush out of the dormitory in a pace you thought was inhumane.

Breakfast was long forgotten as you ran across the castle ignoring the curious looks. You headed towards the changing room, your team already waiting for you with slight disappointment and curiosity across their faces, but you didn't give away how weirdly your day had begun. Reciting the same tactics, plans and encouraging words you'd said yesterday— or in your dream, you couldn't really decide, you concluded the meeting and headed towards the quidditch pitch with confusion clouding your mind.

Once Lee Jordan announced your name, you flew out to the pitch with your team following right behind you before you took up your positions. Your eyes landed on Oliver Wood, who compared to the previous day— or was it your dream— seemed to have the same confusion and deep frown spread across his brows, almost mirroring your expression. Without thinking much of it, you concentrated on Madam Hooch and dropped for the quaffle as she blew the whistle.

It seemed your previous confusion was nothing compared to what was coming. Each movement of yours ignited a sense of déjà vu feeling inside you, unsettling how almost identical the whole game, the position of the members, the goals and hits seemed to be to your dream or so. You blinked once, twice and caught the quaffle, flying towards the hoops Oliver Wood was guarding with the same confusion across his face. You lifted the ball, angling yourself towards the left hoop and so Oliver flew in that direction just as you planned. Distraction was what you needed, but as soon as you took a sharp turn to throw the quaffle in the right hoop, Oliver angled his broom and sped over to the right ring, catching your ball as though he knew what you were thinking.

"What in Merlin's name—?" Oliver mumbled as his eyes met yours, a certain surprise painted across his face, mirroring yours, both of you studying each other's reactions, not knowing what just happened. In your dream or what you started believing to be a dream, the trick had worked, you'd scored, but now that you actually had done it, Oliver seemed to just know what you were doing as if he had seen, he had known what you wanted to do.

With the shake of your head, you turned around and flew away, trying to tuck the memory away into the farthest, darkest part of your memory. The match had gone on for hours, but once Lee Jordan had announced Harry flying for the snitch, you had the same, odd feeling of déjà vu as Jason's scream distracted the young Gryffindor seeker just enough for your teammate to catch on and close his grasp around the snitch, earning triumphant screams from the crowd, awfully identical to the ones in your dreams. You'd won, just like you had done in your dream, but the similarities, the identical moves didn't let you bask in the moment.

Once you had received the trophy, you ushered your team to the common room and let them celebrate. You wanted to join, you had won after all, but the strange thoughts of the day had lingered with a certain unease around you.

Sitting across a sofa, watching the celebration didn't settle the odd feeling, so you decided to head up to your room and lay down, head already spinning from all the unwelcome thoughts. You rolled from left to right, repeating the movement ten, twenty, maybe a hundred times by the time you finally found yourself slipping off to dreamland, hoping for the next day to bring you ease.

When you awoke, Jess was already seated across your bed with a sweet smile, as though she was ready to wake you up if you hadn't done so yourself. "Finally, you're awake," she announced once you sat up, leaning against the backboard of your bed and nodded whilst trying to remove the remnants of your sleep from your eyes. "We have a big day ahead of us," she chuckled as she stood up and brought your quidditch uniform, gently placing it on your bed.

"Oh, come on!" You groaned in an irritated tone, stunning her as she took a confused step back. "We won twice already, what kind of sorcery is this?" You whined as you got out of bed and threw the clothes across the room, your friend's brown eyes growing wider at your odd behaviour.

"Are you okay?" She asked as she went and picked up your clothes.

"No, I'm not. I thought it was a dream, I thought I was hallucinating, but this is the third time the same day has been repeating itself," your friend offered you a comical look, followed by an incredulous scoff. "I'm not joking!" You raised your voice. Though you did feel bad about it, your temper had a limit, and you were about to flip. "I can't keep repeating the same day and as insane as it might sound to you, it's exactly what's been happening for the past three days. I promise I'm not going mental, something is wrong," you rushed through the words, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"I'm not really sure what to say to that outburst," she replied, but from the expression across her face you could tell she was contemplating your words. "Well, if what you are saying is true, why don't you go and talk to Professor Dumbledore?" She asked and whilst you found her idea rather basic, you didn't know what else to do.

"Yeah—," you breathed in agreement. "I guess— what's the worst that can happen? Another person thinking, I have gone mental? I can deal with that," you heaved a heavy sigh and left Jess to ponder over your words. As you dressed up into your quidditch uniform, you couldn't stop the grimace forming across your face. Win or no win, you were tired of repeating the same day. You needed answers.

Once you finished your morning routine in a haste, you headed towards Dumbledore's office. Though you didn't have to rush as you had plenty of time before the match, you couldn't waltz around the corridors in a slow pace knowing something was off about the last three days.

As you passed by an empty classroom, you heard a pair of deep voices, stopping your steps. Though you never liked eavesdropping, you couldn't ignore Oliver Wood's voice as he frantically explained something you couldn't quite hear. Shimming closer to the entrance of the classroom, you hid yourself behind the open door and listened to their conversation.

"I'm not going mad, Percy. We have been repeating the same day!" He huffed, his tone irritated, upset, confused as though he was as lost as you felt. "Why on earth would I make up such a stupid lie if it wasn't true? Believe me, it's hard to even comprehend for me. I don't understand what's happening," Oliver walked up and down the room, his steps uneven, nervous.

"I don't know, it just sounds— odd," his voice said enough about what he thought, that he indeed considered Oliver's words to be true. "Let's say it's true, why is it only you?" He asked the question you've been searching for.

"If I knew, I wouldn't be here complaining, would I?" He asked with an annoyed huff.

That was enough for you to hurry your steps and head to your headmaster, knowing something wasn't just off about you, but a fellow schoolmate of yours. You needed to know what was going on and the only person who might have knowledge on such an unusual subject had to be Dumbledore.

You ran across the last set of corridors and without halting, you hurried up the stairs leading to Dumbledore's office. Ready to knock on the door, you lifted your hand, but the door opened on its own.

"Come on in," the headmaster said and as you opened the door wider, you met the older wizard's unsettlingly sweet smile.

"Good morning, professor," your voice barely above a whisper.

"Good morning, how may I help you?" He asked with a curious tone covering his voice, but that certain playful glint in his eyes made you wonder if he knew what you were about to tell him.

"I— I have been having a— a rather interesting couple of days," you started, unable to find the right words to explain your situation. "I don't mean to sound insane and I'm sure you will think I've probably gone mental, but— but you know— it's like—,"

"Talk freely, dear," he chuckled at your miserable attempts.

"I— I think I've been living the same day over and over again. I've been repeating the same day for the past three days and I'm not sure about what is going on," Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, studying you with an expression you couldn't quite understand.

"Only you?" He asked, arching a brow, stunning you with his question.

"Actually— no," you shook your head as you fidgeted with your hands. "I overheard a conversation between—," you stopped mid-sentence, not knowing if it was alright for you to share Oliver's secret. It wasn't your place to voice it after all. "Between two of my classmates and apparently one of them has been experiencing the same unusual situation," you explained.

Dumbledore sat in his majestic chair with a knowing look across his face, a smile that threatened to grow wider each passing second. "Interesting," was all he said as he interlocked his fingers on the table. "Very interesting."

"I promise I haven't gone crazy," you shook your head, hands in front of you in a defensive position.

"Oh, I believe you have not indeed," his eyes seemed to fill with enjoyment and mischief as if he knew what was happening but couldn't quite find the words to say it or didn't want to at last.

"So, could you help me, professor? Do you know what is happening to us?" You asked furrowing, yearning for an explanation.

"I do know, but I cannot say," he said as he adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "You see, my dear, our soul is very complicated. One can't control the time a soul needs to recognise where it belongs," he spoke in a way that seemed to be a riddle you couldn't quite care about.

"What?" You blurted out, furrowing in confusion even more than when you arrived. "So, you know what this is," you started, and he nodded. "But you can't say, is that right?" He repeated his previous response. "I don't get it. What am I supposed to do then?" Huffing, you threw your hands in the air in frustration.

"I suggest you head to the library and start a thorough research," he added with an arched brow as if his reply was supposed to be obvious.

"Where should I even begin?" You asked, needing more direction, but he just shook his head.

"Maybe if you take your classmate with you, the two of you can find the answers quicker than you may think," he replied, his gaze perspicacious. Though you didn't feel you learned anything new from the headmaster, and a part you felt upset about his secretive behaviour, at least you had one clue. The library. A huge library filled with thousands of books that could leave you with weeks to finish getting through.

A heavy sigh left your lungs as you nodded. "Thank you, professor," was all you said before you said your good-byes and left his office, heading towards the Gryffindor changing room. What you were supposed to say, how you were supposed to explain the situation, where you even wanted to begin— it was all a mess in your head. But you knew you had to talk to Oliver. He was the only other person as far as you knew who seemed to experience the same unfortunate situation.

Once you were standing in front of the Gryffindor changing room, you lifted your hand to knock, but the door opened, just like it did when you stood in front of Dumbledore's office. Though it left you with a strange feeling, you focused on the boy standing at the doorway, a ginger head you knew too well. Fred, one of the Weasley twins stood in front of you with a stunned expression as he almost ran into you, but it quickly turned into a playful grin.

"Well, hello," he said in a cheerful voice, his eyes filled with shameless mischief as he ran his eyes all over you. "What a delightful surprise," he chuckled, folding his arms in front of his chest, leaning against the doorframe.

"As delightful as it may be to you, I didn't come here to see you. I need to speak with Oliver," you huffed impatiently.

"What a shame," he smirked, but pulled himself away from the door and looked over his shoulder, shouting Oliver's name.

"What?" You heard the captain's voice, but he didn't appear.

"You have a visitor," he said flatly, but his smirk didn't falter.

"Who on earth?" He asked, but Fred simply shook his head.

"A very pretty sight," he said with a chuckle, earning a frustrated groan from the older boy. His steps sounded wet against the ground and once he appeared in front of you the air stuck in your lungs, words failing to escape you. "What's up?" He asked with a deep frown.

You tried to concentrate on his eyes, opening your mouth to speak, but no words could escape you. Not as your gaze fell on his naked torso, his lean muscles glistening under the droplets of water that stuck to him relentlessly after his shower. You attempted to talk, but you couldn't find the right words, you could only focus on the way those water drops slid down his chest, heading towards the towel he secured around his waist.

By clearing your throat, you wished to wake yourself from your daze, feeling your cheeks heat up, ears burning from the shameless staring you've been doing. Once your eyes landed on his face again, you met his questioning gaze, brows arched curiously. Though you weren't sure if his expression was meant to be asking about your presence in front of the Gryffindor changing room or your unashamed staring, you decided to ignore the awkwardness of the situation and focus on the reason behind your coming.

"I need to talk to you. It's important," you finally managed to speak the words. Oliver tilted his head innocently, studying your face as if he tried to read whatever you wanted to talk about. But you didn't give it away.

"What about?" He asked, but you just shook your head.

"It's not a quick conversation," you added, watching him narrow his eyes.

"We have a match in literally an hour. I don't think anything can be more important than that right now. It can wait after the match," he said with a stern voice, and you expected him to shut the door in your face, but he didn't. Instead, he stood there as if he was still studying you.

"I don't think it can," you replied, earning a deep frown from him. It took all your energy not to concentrate on his half-naked state, but you willed your eyes to remain on his face. "I think you will want to listen to me," was all you said before you leaned against the wall beside the door, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"What are you doing?" He asked, arching his brows.

"Waiting for you to dress up, so we can talk. Unless you want to stay in a towel," you replied as you ran your eyes over his body with a little smirk. "I don't mind either way." A playful grin spread across your face which earned a loud scoff from Oliver, though his mouth curved into a small smile.

"As curious as I am to know what you want, we have a match to prepare for. So, I'll see you on the pitch, where we're going to kick your ass," he said with a smirk as he started closing the door.

"Like the way you did in the last two days, right?" The words left your lips before you could even think them through, but it seemed to do the trick as Oliver almost ripped the door off its hinges to open it back up.

"What did you just say?" His eyes were blown wide which only confirmed he knew what you were on about.

"You know what I'm talking about," you said, unfazed. "I overheard your conversation with Percy and unfortunately, you aren't the only one who is experiencing this madness," you pushed yourself off the wall and stood right in front of him. "I'll be in class 102," was all you said as you turned around and headed towards the empty classroom, lazily dragging yourself across the corridors. You could only hope he'd come.

Once you arrived in the classroom, you leaned against the first desk of the row and pulled yourself on top of it, dangling your legs in the air. You didn't have a plan and you weren't sure how long you'd wait before leaving, but you clung to your hopes and waited patiently regardless.

His voice made you jump as he appeared in the doorway. "You can't just come up to me like that and then walk off," he said with a grumpy tone.

"Too dramatic?" You shrugged but couldn't remove the grin from your face. "Well, it made you come after me, so I'd call it a success." A silent chuckle left your lips, but Oliver just shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"I guess. Anyway, so you've been repeating the same day too, huh?" He asked in a flat tone, his frantic behaviour from earlier showing no trace.

"I have, indeed," you hummed as you focused on your feet, kicking in the air. "This is the third day for me. I'm assuming for you too?" You stated, though it was more of a question. He simply nodded and waited for you to continue. "I actually went to see Professor Dumbledore about it. I thought he'd think I've gone crazy, but he didn't. He actually knows what's happening." Looking up at Oliver, his gaze turned to you with an arched brow.

"Brilliant! So, what is it?" He asked impatiently, but you just shook your head.

"He said he couldn't tell me," you added, earning a deep frown from Oliver.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He let out a heavy scoff.

"I haven't a clue," a nonchalant shrug was all you could manage. "He was going on about some souls or what. He suggested going to the library and doing a thorough research." Oliver gave you a sceptical look, his face twitching in irritation.

"So, he knows what is happening, and all he can tell us is to go and read books? That's bloody brilliant," he groaned as he closed his eyes and started massaging the bridge of his nose to relieve some of his frustration.

"I know, I'm certainly not happy with this situation either," you grimaced. "I guess we just have to go to the library and research."

"For what exactly?" He arched a questioning brow, tilting his head to the side.

"I wish I knew," you added whilst pulling a face.

"So, what? After every match we just head to the library?" He asked and you nodded in response.

"I honestly have no better idea. For now, let's just do that and we will see later, I guess," you suggested, and he nodded in agreement, though he looked as confused as you felt.

"Fine, let's do that. We will meet after the match in front of the library then," he said, and you hummed in response as you jumped off the table before you separated and headed towards your respective changing rooms.

You couldn't pay attention to the match completely, you just wanted to head to the library and end this mess. It showed in your performance too and your daze affected your team, leaving the Gryffindor team with a victory this time. Looking up at Oliver, you expected him to wear a cocky smirk, rubbing his win under your nose just like he did before. But instead, he only plastered a phony smile across his face as his team members celebrated, before his focus turned to you, both of you letting a frustrated sigh escape.

The match barely finished, but you were in such a hurry, after a quick shower you were already seated beside Oliver at a table with stacks of books in front of you.

"Time travel?" He asked as he pulled a book in front of him and looked at the title.

"I'm open to better ideas," you arched a brow, challenging him, but he simply shrugged and started skimming through the pages.

"This will be a long day," he added nonchalantly.

"You mean days," you huffed, and he reluctantly nodded.

Hours passed by as you read through the books, sighing every few minutes, frustration building up inside you. Oliver seemed to feel the same way, letting his annoyed groans escape occasionally.

"This is pointless," he scoffed as he leaned back in his chair. "I can't even make sense of the words anymore."

"I know," you said as you rubbed your eyes, each letter blurring together into incoherent black spots. "I don't think it's time travel though. If I have to read any more about spells and objects, I'll go mad. I certainly didn't cast any spells and own any of these objects," you huffed.

"Nor did I," he shook his head as he stretched in his chair.

"Should we grab something to eat?" You asked and as if on cue, Oliver's stomach grumbled. "I'll take that as a yes," you chuckled lightly, and Oliver mirrored the wide grin across your face.

Once you placed all the books back in their places, you headed to the Great Hall. Though it was already late and only a couple of leftovers have been laid out on the tables. Oliver headed to the Gryffindor table and so you turned towards yours.

"What are you doing?" He asked once he turned back and saw you take your first step away from him. "Can't you eat with me?"

For a moment you hesitated as your gaze moved between the Gryffindor table and yours, but then you decided to follow Oliver and took a seat beside him. It was strange to sit at another table but eating alone after such a long day seemed downright criminal.

As you ate, you discussed how to go about the following day if it was to repeat itself once again, then you headed to your respective houses, heads spinning from all the unnecessary information you both gathered that day.

Unfortunately, once you awoke, you had to realise you were still in an eternal loop. But not only that day, but the following one and the one after and by the seventh day, you felt like setting the castle on fire to see if it would finally stop if you made such a horrible damage.

"Oliver, I think I'm going crazy," you said as you dropped your head on the book you've been reading with a loud thud, feeling utter defeat against whatever situation you found yourself in. A silent chuckle left Oliver's lips and you lifted your head to look up at him. You propped your elbow on the table, placing your chin in your palm, watching the warm smile growing across Oliver's face.

"I don't think you are," he said as he nudged your shoulder with the corner of a book. "You're just overwhelmed. Dare I say hopeless. But I'm sure we will find something soon," he added, attempting to reassure you.

"How are you even so positive?" You asked, but you couldn't stop the tiny smile forming across your face. Oliver had been your crutch for the past few days, and you found yourself becoming just a little more positive, just a little more hopeful whenever you saw that warm smile across his face, trying to ease your worries.

"I don't think our situation is that bad at all," he shrugged, earning a confused look from you. "Would you prefer being with one of your enemies instead?" He arched a brow and grinned at the grimace you wore.

"I admire your attitude, you know?" You beamed at him, his collected mindset settling your concern. But then you dropped your arm and leaned back against your chair, heaving a heavy sigh. "If I have to play one more match, I'll burn down the pitch," you groaned in frustration, earning another fit of laughter from the boy.

"In normal circumstances I'd enjoy playing, but even I'm getting tired of the predictability of the game. You and I both know what our teams are going to do and at this point I don't even care about changing the tactics," he huffed as he leaned against the table burying his face in his palms.

"Come with me," you said as you shot up from your chair and grabbed your bag, heading towards the exit of the library.

"Where are we going?" He asked with a frown.

"Whatever we do, it won't have an impact on tomorrow, right?" You arched a questioning brow and he nodded in reply. "Then let's go to Hogsmeade. We've been stuck in this damn library for days. We deserve a little rest." Oliver seemed to contemplate your words, but as a playful smirk spread across his face, you knew you won him over.

After you changed your uniforms and dressed into casual clothes, you met in front of a mirror on the fourth floor to Oliver's surprise. "What are we doing here?" A deep frown spread across his brows, but you only chuckled at the question as you pulled on the side of the mirror and opened it to reveal a secret passage. "Do I want to know how you know about this?" He arched a questioning brow, earning a playful giggle from you.

"Let's just say your dear Weasley twins need to learn a few new tricks to cover their tracks," you grinned and stepped inside the passage, waiting for Oliver to close the door and follow you.

It took you a bit of time to get through the maze-like passage, but soon you ended up in a little wooden shack in the middle of the little forest beside Hogsmeade. After a quick discussion, you decided to head to Hog's Head Inn to grab a butterbeer. Though you objected to Oliver paying, he ignored your protest and bought the drinks for you before he returned with a smug grin across his face.

"Remove that shit-eating grin from your face, Wood," you chuckled and after a quick nod as a thank you, you took one of the mugs from him.

"Now why would I do that? I know how much it annoys you and it's entertaining," he cocked his head to the side, grin growing wider, earning an eye roll from you.

"I'm glad you are enjoying the idea of irritating me," you scoffed with a humorous tone and took a sip from your drink.

"How could I not? It's adorable when you are pouting," he smirked with a mischievous glint in his chestnut eyes. Those eyes you found yourself admiring more often recently.

"I'm not pouting," you huffed, furrowing at the thought of looking like a child.

"You're doing it now too," he pointed at your pursed lips. To prove him wrong, you took another sip from your drink, trying to hide away your lips, feeling your cheeks flush, your gaze focusing on anything but him. "You do realise your glass is transparent, right?" A heartfelt laughter left Oliver's lungs, clearly enjoying your embarrassed state.

"Shove off, Wood," you nudged him with the menu laying on the table.

For the rest of the night, you spent your time in the pub teasing each other, mostly Oliver having the upper hand, regardless of how hard you tried. By the end of the night, you couldn't control the amount of times heat rushed to your face. Oliver had a way with words and as awkward as he made you feel at times, your heart happily thundered under your rib cage every single time you got to hear his wholesome laughter, his cheeks flashing crimson when you got to him finally, even his irritating grin seemed to be growing on you.

"I think we should head back," Oliver suggested, his eyes studying you intently, a soft smile still present across his handsome face.

"Yeah, let's get ready for another match," you groaned as you dropped your forehead on the table, earning a light laughter from Oliver.

"I told you, didn't I? We will find a way. It may just take some time," he gently bumped his shoe with yours under the table, once again providing you more comfort than he could possibly imagine.

"If it wasn't for you, I'd have gone mad already," you lifted your head, meeting his gaze, the corner of his eyes crinkling from the soft smile he wore.

"Nah, you wouldn't," he chuckled and shook his head.

"No, I would," you nodded, your expression growing serious. "I'd be crying in a corner, wishing for this shitshow to end," you added with a heavy sigh before the smile you've been wearing all night returned. "But because of you and your annoying positivity, I haven't. I really am thankful for that." The honesty and genuineness in your voice stunned Oliver, his face revealing his shock. But then his expression slowly started transforming into a playful grin. "I know that look and I know those gears are working hard in that silly little head of yours, so please don't ruin it." You didn't need more than to see his expression to know he was about to come back with some teasing.

"Fine," he grinned at you and stood up from his chair, "but only because you asked so nicely," he added with a playful wink, causing another rush of heat to return to your cheeks. You simply shook your head and followed him out of the pub before heading back to the castle to prepare yourself for another day of nightmare. Though recently they hadn't felt like nightmares as much as they did at the beginning. You had to admit Oliver seemed to always find a way to ease your worries and not only provide comfort, but make you smile more often than not.

As you laid in your bed, under the heavy duvet barely thrown across your body, you stared at the dark ceiling illuminated by the dim light of the moon. You couldn't sleep, you couldn't get yourself to close your eyes. Each time you did, Oliver's teasing grin appeared in front of you, finding yourself unable to get rid of the clear image of his handsome face, the way he inclined his head when he seemed to study you, as if he wanted to understand you more, those warm chestnut eyes filled with comfort.

Shaking your head, you attempted to get rid of the thoughts, but Oliver was stuck in your mind and your actions only provided you with a mere moment of freedom before he crawled his way back into your memory.

With a heavy sigh you replayed the last couple of days, finding yourself smiling at the thought of being close to him. How or when it happened, you didn't know, but you knew it'd be foolish to deny that you grew to like the boy. He was handsome, and has been for a long time even though you never admitted it to yourself, but it was his playfulness, his teasing, his way to ease your anxious thoughts that made you grow fond of him.

With that thought, you gave yourself over to sleep with a foolish little grin spread across your face.

Once you awoke, you were back to square one. Another day and then another, stuck in the loop. Your chest was heavy, your mind was spinning, your thoughts swimming in a pool of helplessness. You tried to listen to Oliver's encouraging words, the affectionate smile he always offered you, but it wasn't enough anymore. Defeat, despair, discouragement, disappointment didn't even begin to cover how you felt. You were desperate to escape your situation.

As you sat in your usual chair in the library, hands digging into your hair, you couldn't hold yourself together anymore. A heavy sigh left your lungs, tears burning your eyes as you looked at the book in front of you, no words making sense anymore. You questioned why you even read it; you had no way out of this mess anyway.

"Hey," Oliver's soft tone awoke you from your toxic thoughts, concern lacing his voice. "Talk to me," his words were barely above a whisper.

"I'm so tired, Oliver," your voice hitched. "I'm so tired of repeating the same day and acting like it's normal." A heavy sigh escaped your lungs, shoulders slumping forward. "How are we even supposed to search for something when we don't even know what we are searching for? How are we supposed to search when every single day we must play quidditch? How long are we going to be repeating the same day anyway?" Each word that left your lips sounded more desperate for an outing. Your voice shook as you talked, finding it hard to keep yourself composed anymore. "What if we are stuck in this loop forever? Oliver, I'm just really tired," you couldn't stop the stray teardrops from escaping down your cheek. But before they could have completely disappeared, Oliver's calloused thumbs pressed against your skin, gently removing the teardrops, and caressing your cheeks in a soothing, circular motion, cupping your face in his hands to force you to look at him.

"We will find a way, I promise!" He said with a soft, reassuring tone as he kept his palm on your face. "I'll do anything I can to find a way out of this, so please don't give up just yet." His promise was all you could hang onto without finding yourself going down a dark road. As you looked up at him, his gaze held hope and belief. Hope that you didn't have, but he had enough for both of you. A simple thank you was all you wanted to say, but words didn't come. Instead, you felt a sudden ache in your heart as if something snapped into place and a certain warmth flooded through your body, your mind going hazy as you watched Oliver's chestnut eyes growing as wide as yours. You didn't need to be told to understand what happened, you'd heard all the stories about the rarity of such a bond.

Without thinking twice, you jumped up from your seat and stumbled back against it as you tried to back away. It was too much, too sudden. You shook your head as you grabbed your bag and ran out of the library, ignoring Oliver's calling.

You rushed towards your room at a pace that felt inhumane, but you didn't stop, nor did you slow yourself. Once you arrived at your room, you noted how empty it was, not a trace of your roommates, relief flooding your body as you threw yourself on the bed.

It was just too much, too intense, too unexpected. Of course, you've heard of the soulmate bonds. Everyone had. Little girls and boys went to sleep listening to such fairy tales before bedtime. But it had become such a rare occurrence, no one really knew anyone with such a unique bond. At least, not around you.

The feeling of that snap, as if everything had been righted was overwhelming. Realisation hit you like a wave, drowning you for a moment. His touch, all it took was his touch. Oh, how many times you've heard about the stories where lovers brushed hands, accidentally touched their fingers, or stumbled into each other. But no one, not a single person told you about the feeling of that dizzying haze that blurred all your surroundings, leaving you with him only to feel— to see— to hear— to smell— to focus on his presence only, his mere existence making you feel addicted.

It was scary. Terrifying.

Thoughts upon thoughts appeared in your head, each a mess that you couldn't make sense of. By dawn you had no energy to keep your eyes open and fell into slumber with your heart thundering as if screaming for the closeness of another.

Once you awoke, you prepared yourself mentally to meet him, but before that you had a match to get over. Climbing out of your bed, you dragged yourself over to the bathroom, an exhausted face looking back at you in the mirror. By the time you finished your morning routine, your roommates shuffled under their covers, silent yawns filling the room.

"Why are you up already?" Jess asked between two morning stretches.

"We have a match to attend to," you chuckled as you sat down on the edge of your mattress, but there was no humour in your tone. It was flat and dry, all you could manage.

"What are you on about?" She frowned as she studied you with a confused look.

"The last quidditch match of the season," you groaned at the thought of having your last game finally, knowing it didn't ever want to come.

"We've had it. Yesterday," she said, brows running high, eyes running all over you as if searching for an injury.

"What did you just say?" You questioned as your eyes grew wide, lips parting in surprise.

"We won the match yesterday," she added, confusion still spread across her face.

Without a second thought you jumped up from your bed and ran across the room to wrap your arms around her, giggling like a little girl. You gave a gigantic kiss on her cheek which she tried to wipe away with a disgusted grimace and before she could've said anything, you were on your way towards the Gryffindor tower. As you were about to reach it though, a familiar voice came from an abandoned classroom, right around the corner. Oliver's deep voice hit your ears immediately, but you couldn't quite catch what they were talking about, nor did you recognise the other person, though you had an inkling it'd be Percy. You knew you should have left them to talk, but you were too excited, and you needed to talk to Oliver.

You opened the door and met two surprised faces, both watching you curiously. Percy looked at Oliver, who leaned against a table, but before his friend could reply to his wordless question, he nodded towards you and left the room.

"Hey," you smiled softly, but Oliver only nodded as a greeting. "I— I guess you realised our situation is sorted," you giggled, though it sounded more forced than you wished. Oliver, however, only nodded once again, the imitation of a smile spreading across his face.

"Yeah, it's nice," he added, his tone flat and dry just like yours were only minutes before. He stood up from his position and headed towards you. "Have a nice day," he said and stepped around you to leave, but you caught his arm, the simple touch sending a shiver through your spine.

"Wait," you pleaded as you turned towards him, but his gaze didn't fall on you. "I'm sorry," you started, but he cut you off.

"Don't apologise. That just makes it worse," he shook his head, his gaze fixed on the door. "I know you didn't ask for it. I wouldn't ever consider forcing it on you. But I have to admit a part of me felt quite fucking shit about you running away." Those beautiful chestnut eyes turned to you, holding so much pain your legs would've buckled if you weren't holding onto his arm. "I'm not asking you to like me back, nor am I asking you to accept the bond. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't care, because frankly I did, perhaps even more than I dare to admit." Oliver's blunt honesty made your chest swell with warmth and affection. "So, don't make it—"

"I like you," you cut in with a soft smile.

"—any harder," he breathed the last words as your confession slowly registered. "What did you just say?"

"I like you, Oliver," you beamed at him, watching those beautiful eyes waver with confusion, growing even wider as if your words finally started making sense.

"But you left— you left quite abruptly, terrified actually," he furrowed.

"I was terrified. I was really scared. It was so sudden, so intense, so unexpected. I simply got scared and thought running away would be the best option, but of course, I regret it. I like you. I like you more than I can comprehend," your confession came out like a string of words, each holding more affection as you stepped closer to him and stood on your tiptoes to hint a small kiss on his cheek. "I really do like you," your confession on its own was a silent plea for acceptance. Oliver's gaze studied you with an unknown expression before his mouth curved into a gentle smile and his arms wrapped around your waist.

"For Merlin's sake, you really know how to scare someone, don't you?" He asked with a playful glint in his eyes, though it still didn't shine as brightly as it has been for the past week or so. You wanted that positivity, that hope, that warmth back in its full colour.

"I'm so sorry for running away," you tilted your head apologetically. "I didn't think at that moment. I could only come up with running," you said, wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with the tiny hair on the back of his neck as he hinted a small kiss on the top of your head.

"Apology accepted," he smirked, but his light still didn't shine as bright as you wished.

"Can I kiss you?" The question barely escaped you more than a whisper, but it was enough for Oliver to hear, his eyes to grow wide, his lips to part. Brining one of your hands to his cheek you ran your thumb across his lips, enjoying the feel of them against your gentle touch.

"Of course, you can," he chuckled, finally awakening from his daze as he dipped his head and you rose on your tiptoes, meeting his lips in a sensuous kiss that made the air stuck in your lungs, your head empty of all thoughts, your knees buckle at the impact of his mouth against yours. Oliver smirked into the kiss as he kept your waist in a firm hold against his torso, his warmth seeping through every part where your bodies connected.

Once the lack of air seemed to grow unbearable, Oliver pulled away, giving time for both of you to recover. You kept your eyes shut as you placed your forehead against his jaw, trying to collect yourself.

"I like you too," he said with his breath still ragged and heavy, but you could feel the smile in his voice.

"You better," you whispered as you slightly pulled away. "Otherwise, my confession would make me look very silly," you returned his cheerful expression and once you saw that bright hope and belief and confidence return in his eyes, your grin stretched to its full capacity. But it quickly disappeared as Oliver found the distance between you too wide to handle with a clear head and pressed his lips against yours, inviting them for another alluring kiss.

For the rest of the day, you spent each waking second in each other's arms, sharing childhood stories, teasing each other, talking about what you liked and didn't like. You wanted to know every little detail about him, because you knew it would be a long-lasting relationship, one that you never thought you'd ever experience, but as those strong arms wrapped around you, every doubt disappeared from your mind.

"I'm curious though," you started as you leaned against his chest, sitting between his legs beside the Black Lake, his back pressed against the gigantic tree's truck towering above you.

"What about?" He arched a brow as he leaned forward and searched for your gaze, but your eyes were fixed on the silent waves of the water.

"I've read somewhere that soulmate bonds are activated by touch, which is clear, we both felt it in the library. But I can't wrap my head around why we kept repeating the same day over and over again. I've heard nothing about that," your eyes narrowed as if the gears in your head worked harder than you could manage.

"What did Dumbledore tell you exactly?" He asked with a frown.

"Something about souls needing to recognise where they belong and something about time. I can't really remember," you shrugged. Oliver hummed in response.

"It might be a far fetched idea, but what if the bond didn't snap into place because we ignored it, and this was some sort of a warning to let us figure it out, to recognise what was there right in front of us, but didn't acknowledge it?" He asked and you turned around in his arms to be able to look up at him.

"What are you on about?" A deep frown settled between your brows.

"Well, when we first touched, we basically ignored each other," he said with a small smile.

"We have never touched before, barely ever talked even," you added with a confused look spreading across your face.

"We actually did. We bumped into each other in front of the Great Hall," he added as if waiting for you to recall the event, but instead you only grew more confused.

"When?"

"Right before this whole mess started," he chuckled, watching as the gears worked in your head, eyes slowly, but steadily growing wider as realisation hit you.

"Oh— it was you! The one who rudely waved me off," you pointed at his face, earning a heartfelt laughter from him.

"I was in a hurry, I didn't mean to be rude," he chuckled. "Though I have to admit, I don't regret it." His smile transformed from that teasing grin into a warm and soft one that made you beam at him. "If my theory holds, we would have been forced into having the bond without getting to know each other if I was to acknowledge that I bumped into you. But because I didn't, we had time to grow close. I like you for who you are, not because a bond connects us," he added, his words filled with sincerity.

"That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me," you whispered against his lips, before pressing your mouth to his, basking in the feel of his touch all over you.

"Don't get used to it, we don't want people to know I have thoughts beyond quidditch," he grinned as he pulled away, earning a gentle punch on his chest from you.

"Who am I to ruin your reputation," you giggled and leaned back against his chest, his heavy heartbeat and even breathing making you ease into the sweet moment as he planted a soft kiss on the top of your head. For the first time, you understood all those fairy tales you've been told about. His mere presence was beyond addictive and with each passing moment you wanted to cherish having him beside you and shower him with all the love you could offer him.

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