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[lovetendencies]

CEDRIC DIGGORY in FIRST LOVE NEVER DIE

cedric diggory was seventeen,

and so were you.

hufflepuff and hufflepuff.

three months before entering his name in the goblet of fire, you had given him the news that you were pregnant, six weeks, and that you didn't know.

"you wouldn't like me when i'm big and fat, diggory," you asked, wiping your eyes as tears streamed down your cheeks, taking off your glasses and setting them on your bed side table. "i'll love you regardless. you're carrying my and our child, i want you any other way," he hugged you.

"and it's just your hormones speaking, it's the baby," he laughed as he covered his face with his arms, hitting his shoulder and his arms, you threw his soft pillow at him. "but i'll want you. i'll always want you. glasses or not, acne or not, chubby or not—which, you should know, that i absolutely love on you," he pinched your cheeks before planting a kiss.

"it means you're healthy. there shouldn't be a person in the world who doesn't have to possess those qualities, and if so, you're unique among all of them," he kissed your forehead as he rubbed your stomach. "you're my girl," your tears stopped.

you didn't know how you scored cedric diggory. was it the way you showed him human—decency? that he was more than a man who was attractive? maybe. he had personality, life, gist, and no one knew how he was really like beneath the surface. he was different instead of his good—looks, he was more than that and he told you that it made him feel pressured to be perfect and good at everything.

FIRST TASK

forwarding to the triwizard tournament, your stomach had grown big in your fifth month, and you watched in constant anxiety as cedric beat the first task. but in the end, he got the golden egg from the dragons nest. it grew bigger and bigger each time he was caught in the middle of danger, and your heart would drop constantly. but you knew this was the task that would test how he'd do in the third—you were terrified for him in the last task.

you got up from the stands as you ran towards a tent, watching cedric as he eyed the entrance, he smiled and opened his arms. "scare ya two?" he asked, putting a hand on your stomach before you hit his shoulder, roughly. "yes, you most definitely did! you could've gotten injured—or even worse, dead!" you half—yelled, trying to contain how angry and upset you were as cedric chuckled.

"that's my girls speaking in your stomach, baby," he bent down and kissed your stomach as another triwizard competitor walked through the entrance, they stood still for a moment before walking back out. cedric burst into laughter.

it made your heart beat faster and faster. you loved how you made him laugh even if he was under a lot of stress. "i can't wait till my twin girls come out. we'd be great parents, don't you think?" he popped up from his position instantly, smiling that could've shined the whole room, and it did.

"i still can't believe it—twins. can you? apparently, i'm magic besides my blood status," he wiggled his eyebrows as you hit shoulder for the millionth time today. he chuckled as he ruffled your head with a large smile. "it's you i can't believe sometimes," you pinched his cheek.

that evening, cedric met you down in the common room by the fire with a blanket by his side, smiling as soon as he saw you snack out with the snacks he bought you few nights ago. it had all been displayed in front of you, watching the fire burn and crackle, and the heat warming up your body that got sensitive to the cold.

you turned your head towards him with stuffed cheeks and waved at him. "come! look! there's this bread called magic bread!" he walked over and sat the opposite side of you, leaning in as you threw a crumb against his forehead. "not there, i wanna stay cozy by the fire," you continued to munch out of the magic bread bag. your cheeks were stuffed and stuffed as you felt your feet pulse.

"i have to get my blood sugar up. that's what my mom said if i ever feel unwell or shaky during the pregnancy," you said as cedric helped you up off the ground, placing you in a comfortable position on the sofa with pillows supporting your lower back to your neck. he put the blanket over you, grabbed the magic bread and water bottle, and sat at the end of your feet with his legs crossed.

"hey, anything wrong?" you asked.

"no, nothing," he smiled, playing with your socks until he pulled them off, massaging your feet that made you feel pure ecstasy above all else. "if you're tired, you can go back up to your room, i'll just be down here eating snacks," you shrugged and continued to eat magic bread with a stuffed mouth.

"i just can't believe a girl like you is mine,"

he smiled before closing his eyes.

SECOND TASK

two months passed by and it was finally the second task, having to figure out what the golden egg meant with cedric. it was to save someone underwater against water creatures, mermaids etc.

you hadn't been chosen, and it was understandable. you were seventh months pregnant, being there would've endangered the babies you were carrying.

you watched as you saw someone introducing the triwizard competitors. they stood there in bathing suits meanwhile cedric had been standing there, awkward, and you planned to tease him about it later on once the task was finished.

after they had been told to go, as soon as you saw cedric head underwater, your heart and breath stopped. yeah, it really did stop beating and supporting oxygen in your lungs until someone by your side patted your back.

it was cho chang, an ex—girlfriend of cedric, as she smiled and reassured you that he'd come back. "he'll be okay, don't worry," she side smiled. it had been a wonder how cedric and cho managed to keep a friendship with each other despite dating for a couple of months. you wouldn't have been handle it if you've dated an ex—boyfriend or ex—girlfriend or a significant other.

"how did you get to know cedric?" she asked suddenly, eyeing the water as she fiddled with her fingers, only to turn to face you and flash a kind and genuine smile. "cedric diggory was my friend before anything, before hogwarts, long before our births," you laughed at yourself, holding a hand against your stomach, rubbing in circles as you felt life. "which sounds weird but—well, it turns out," you turned to cho.

"his mother and my father were once in love," you smiled. "which is definitely weird," cho chuckled behind the palm of her hand. "we could've been brother and sister but since my great—grandmother was a pure blood supremacist, loyal follower of You-Know-Who, didn't like the thought of their relationship," you reassured cho that you weren't like the rest of your family. coming from a long line of slytherins and ravenclaws, you were different than most of them.

you didn't want to be a follower of Lord Voldemort. he meant nothing—and to think your grandparents were to gaslight, manipulate, and show you how much he was a saviour than the Ministry of Magic. "our parents separated—and i like to believe they passed their love down to us, to reunite what they made, and turn it into something pure, innocent, and have what they couldn't," you smiled to yourself as you rubbed your stomach in circles.

you and cedric were the only children your parents ever had. "only i was fortunate enough that my parents allowed me to love who i wanted, they protected, helped, and defended me when my relatives thought otherwise—i could see how my father looked at me when he saw me and cedric together," you rubbed your eyes. "he was so happy, accepting, and he was happy that he was going to be a grandfather," you trailed off.

you overshared as cho grabbed your hand, rubbing it in circles in the palm of her hand with another kind smile. "i don't know much about relationships but you and cedric are meant to be together, soulmates in fact, and it'll be okay, i hope you know that," she looked back at the waters as a half hour passed. cedric was the first to come up, and you felt your heart and chest free, like there wasn't a cement block preventing you from breathing and living.

"your house doesn't define your personality or how you preserve others and the world," cho whispered, cheering on as she referenced to your house—hufflepuff, it was destined to be.

cedric laughed, cheering on as his buddies ran towards him, gave him the biggest hug as you seen him scan the stands to find you. you waved to see him, smiling.

that night, cedric was chilly, freezing.

he had caught a cold, and luckily the next task wouldn't start in another few months, he had plenty of time to recover; you snuck from your dorm once the clock struck midnight, tiptoeing down to the common room as cedric was to meet you there. bundled up by the fireplace, you brought down medicine, heat pads, and more blankets to wrap him in as he was shivering.

he had nothing to wear except bathing suit trunks and a traditional hufflepuff shirt. "here, i usually keep these in case i get sick," you smiled at him before putting the heat pad on his lap, layering it with his blanket before giving him a sip of water. "shouldn't this be unfair?" he asked as he ate the lozenge you shoved in his mouth. "what is?" you asked as you struggled to sit down beside him, afraid of falling over, and hurting the babies.

cedric rolled his eyes as he grabbed your hips, sitting you on his lap on top of the heat pad. "you're pregnant with my daughters, and you're taking care of me while i'm sick," he wrapped the blanket across your body, holding you close against his chest before placing his face in the hem of your neck. "i don't like being underestimated. i enjoy a good challenge unless it doesn't hurt the girls," you shrugged as he chuckled in your neck, you giggled as it was a sensitive ticklish place, he breathed heavily.

he knew what he was doing.

"we're going to be amazing parents, my love," he whispered. "i'll make sure to get out of the last task alive—and once the girls are born, we're graduated, we're going to the muggle world, i'll look for a job—and you too, if you want, we'll live in the suburbans like other wizarding families, we'll watch our girls grow, see them off to hogwarts, write them letters, howlers if their mommy gets a bit angry, take care, protect, and love them for the summers, and endlessly like any other year," he paused to catch his breath. you smiled as he planned the future out for you—for your guys' family. "graduate, we'll grow old, and we'll have grandchildren—hopefully, anyway, if their husbands or significant others aren't total assholes," you two laughed.

"one of the first times i heard you say a swear word," his hand travelled to your stomach, wrapping it around as he felt a small kick, his head perked up quickly with a chuckle. "maybe, they didn't like daddy swearing," he said as he laughed at himself. "teach them to kill others with kindness, my love, that's all you've ever done—you managed to catch my heart with yours," both of his hands were on your stomach, digging his face in your neck as you two heard footsteps down the male hufflepuff stairs.

cedric hid your body as you two looked over—watching as one of his buddies slowed down, eyeing you two with an awkward smile. "h—hey . . ." he walked over and sat on the sofa but within a second, he stood back up and hurriedly walked back up to the dorms. you smiled as you knew cedric gave him one of his death stares.

you two sat there in silence as you've fallen asleep.

LAST TASK

it had been another month to prepare before the last task, and by then you had already given birth to your daughters with cedric by your side at the St Mungos hospital. you could remember the expression he made the moment he saw them—as if seeing them being torn out of you made him less nauseous and sick, focusing on the fact he had his first daughter named after the willow tree where you and cedric had your first date.

then his second daughter named iris after the flower you two came across, asking neville what kind it was.

your guys' daughters were born but it couldn't fix half of the hole in your chest. praying for a safe delivery for the babies, and praying for the safety of cedric each time he went out for a task. sometimes, you had wondered why he entered his name in the goblet of fire.

by the time of the last task, you had gotten closer with the trio, hermione, harry, ron. they hung out with you among the pregnancy and helping out every now and then when you needed something—especially hermione, she had a maternal instinct.

in advance before the task, you hugged cedric before he was off without kissing your guys' forehead. he looked at his daughters and connected his forehead with theirs, as if he promised he'd be back. after giving him one of your lucky charms, he told you he'd be okay.

you watched as he and the other competitors were preparing, he scanned for you in the area before waving to you, signalling that he was going to be fine but which also meant, he said in his words, whatever happens—he loves you and the girls.

he picked up the lucky charm, showed you before placing it in the palm of his hand where his wand had been stuck up his sleeve. his buddies reassured you, sucking in their own breaths as they were so desperately interested in winning, their house would've been marked the social one of the year, and the next year—for generations, in fact. you didn't care about winning. you were still hooked on the worst possible scenarios implemented in your head and thoughts and emotions.

each time cedric was out, a wave of sadness would take over you. you were afraid each time he was put in a dangerous situation. "he will be okay, alright?" one of his friends rubbed your shoulder, looking at cedrics daughters with a coo before he came excited as the announcer told them to get ready. you looked for cedrics father, amos, being bumped into for a bit you spotted him just across from you. anxiously walking over, you were by his side. "don't worry, i know my boy will come back," harry potter looked across the crowd before taking a breather, as he glanced at you for a split second, focusing back.

you didn't take interest in him before you snapped your attention back to cedric, he was in line with the others, biting the bottom of his lips. the second later, they had been off, cedric was running, and so did the others. next thing you knew, they—he was out of sight. "i'm scared amos," you confessed to him. your father in law. "it's only been a second, darling, cedric will come back and by then, we will be here with his full support whether or not he wins," he smiled.

"but what if he doesn't? what if he doesn't come back and they have to go search for him? oh god," you felt your heart beat faster, and your breathing going shallow. "darling, darling, don't worry, just give me the babies and come sit," amos grabbed your daughters in his arms, cradling them as he escorted you towards a chair, sitting down on the ground beside you. "what if i have to raise our daughters on my own? what if he doesn't come back? he already planned our future with the girls," you grabbed amos shoulder with anxiety.

"do you know what my son says to me when he talks about you?" he asked as he eyed the crowd. "he says he can't believe that he already became a father especially with a girl like you," you weren't sure if it was a compliment or an insult. "he talks about you each time you visited in the summer, and when he was out of reach with you, he couldn't even come out of his room," mr diggory smiled as mrs diggory walked up with water in her hand, looking at how pale you were, she offered as you gladly took it.

"i can't believe i'm a grandma to two perfect girls," she grabbed willow, holding her in her arms as she cradled. they were already up from their naps from the loud cheering crowd. you had no one to turn to to take care of them—everyone planned to watch the last task, and your parents weren't an option anymore since their passing.

you tapped your foot against the ground for a half hour. by then, mr and mrs diggory had fallen asleep next to each other, you had the girls in your arms. they had been awake, fussy, crying as you were looking for hermione and ron. they were arguing with each other in the background before you walked up, holding the babies bag on your shoulder.

"hermione," you anxiously called out for her before she faced towards ron, giving ron an annoyed look before running over to you. "can you and ron please take the girls?" you asked as she hesitantly looked back at ron, and you were desperate because the last task was coming to an end. "please, i need to make sure cedric comes back out safetly," she agreed.

"their bottles are already made. take them to a quiet place like over there!" you pointed towards a stand with no people, it looked to be quiet. "their diapers are in the bag along with their bibs when you feed them their bottles, they have a change of clothes, there's two fuzzy blankets each when they get cold," you rubbed your temples in frustration. "what am i forgetting?" hermione gave you a small smile.

"the girls will be okay. me and ron will take care of them," you nodded before rushing to the crowd, pushing in front as you had seen cedrics buddies in the front, they were looking at the hedges of the maze hoping to spot him. but it had only been a half hour, and they were given an hour to find the cup and come straight back. you didn't think that cedric would win but you'd rather have him come back safely with minor cuts and injury.

it had been a good thing when you didn't hear yells or lights appear above the maze but also had made you anxious as to if he was okay. "do you think he'll come back?" one of his friends asked you. "i'm supposed to be asking you that! i got kids with him!" you yelled in frustration, balling your hands into fists before he backed off with his hands and arms raised. everyone in the hufflepuff house began to surround the maze, hoping cedric would be the first to come out, then slytherin who had been cheering for cedric. gryffindor and ravenclaw following from behind for harry potter.

beauxbaton and durmstrang looked for fleur delacour and viktor krum. you felt your heart ache as another half hour passed, by then you thought of checking up on hermione and ron but they came back and found you, holding the twins in your arms. ron had the babies bag swung across his shoulder as they both carried one of your daughters.

once your daughters were in your arms, you felt more content and safer with them along with hermione and ron by your side. ron still had the bag across his shoulder, bearing the weight of the babies essentials. "cedric will come back," hermione reassured, trying to cover up her clear anxiety for harry. "but right now, i have to worry for harry, i can't bear the thought of losing him," which was fair.

you cradled your daughters in your arms, five minutes later, harry had appeared in front of the crowd with the cup in his hand and cedric by his side.

but cedric had been laying on the ground, and you felt your heart drop. your knees felt weak as ron and hermione grabbed the babies again, rushing over next to cedric along with mr and mrs diggory. harry had pointed out that he was okay, he had been knocked out and injured.

you felt relived before he gave a speech saying that Voldemort was back. your heart dropped once more until you tried to wake cedric, his eyes were half open until he flashed a weak smile. "god, you idiot!" you yelled in frustration before kissing his forehead. mr and mrs diggory were on both side of him, holding his hands. "where's the girls?" he whispered as you looked to find hermione and ron, they walked over and gave you the babies.

"they're safe. don't worry," you smiled, kissing his forehead once more. "thank god," he whispered before closing his eyes again. a stretcher appeared to take cedric, and next thing you knew, you were right beside him in the St Mungos hospital. he had been in bed rest for a good week. mrs diggory had informed you that you could stay at their place with the babies, she was taking care of them while you were in the hospital with cedric and mr diggory by his side.

after the triwizard tournament, it had been declared by harry that cedric had won, he got to the cup first; hufflepuffs around hogwarts cheered for cedric once he got well enough to arrive back.

"i'm just glad i'm still alive if it wasn't for potter," he connected your foreheads together as the babies had been in both of your arms, still sound asleep as the headmaster, dumbledore, said it was okay for you two to share a private dorm room in the boys.

everything will be alright now.

your guys' life was ahead now.

your daughters, cedric diggory, you,

it will be okay now.

first love never dies, after all.

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory imagine #cedric deserved better #cedric oneshot #cedric x you #fanfiction #harry potter and the goblet of fire #pregnancy

[lovetendencies]

draco malfoy draft

“why do you even want to be with me?” he asked, glaring at you as you’ve only felt your cheeks grow hotter and see yourself as red as a tomato. “because you’re draco malfoy,” you smiled, looking at him as he made a disgusted expression. “for my wealth? how gross are you—“ you interrupted him.

“no—but because all lonely, sad, and broken boys need love and safety too,” his face dropped. “you’re draco malfoy, not the cold and rude exterior,” you seen him look down at you with vulnerability. it seemed as though it was his weakness. “and because of that—i know you think you’re not worthy enough for love, safety, comfort, and a home,” you whispered, reaching for his hand. “i want to give you all of that, take care of you and—love you for this,” you softly pulled up his sleeve, exposing the mark on his wrist, planting a small kiss

on the sides of the mark that were red, skin harshly rubbed off with a cloth, and knife slurs around it. “i promise, you’re not worthless, you’re not mean, you’re not a bully,” you softly pulled down his sleeve and inched a step backwards as he looked flabbergasted, his cheeks and the tips of his ears red. “but if you don’t want me to, i’ll still be here. even if we’re both old, have a spouse, a family—i’ll still be here, i promise,” you smiled at him as he pulled you in for a hug, his face digging into the hem of your neck with heavy breathing.

“it’s you—the person i was waiting for all this time.”

#draco malfoy oneshot #draco malfoy #draco angst #draco x reader #draco x you #draco malfoy angst #draco romance #draco malfoy romance

[lovetendencies]

DRACO MALFOY in DELETE THE FUCKING KISSES!

trigger warning & containing: manipulation(?)

HIS I LOVE YOUS WERE BITTERSWEET. It would feel as though he didn’t mean every word he spoke out of his stupid, ridiculous, and pathetic mouth. Each single words that had left his lips, it’d sound as if he wasn’t holding it back—rather than it was for show.

“There’s no one else except you, I promise,” he’d wrap his hands around your waist, attempting to pursue you in bed, and it didn’t work one bit. Not anymore. You weren’t tempted by his selfish and crude charms, it had not worked on you anymore like it used to, it had rather ran out. “Bullshit!” You spat out loud, yanking his hands away from your waist and hips as you had pushed him away out of anger, frustration, and envy. Knowing Draco Malfoy, he loved the attention he received from his “peers” but acquaintances he thought would benefit him in the end.

Pansy Parkinson for an example. Everyone, in the whole school of Hogwarts, knew she had a thing for him and she hadn’t bothered to hold back her feelings. He’d take advantage of how head over heels she was for him and used it for his own good—and if anything, Draco always had his way. “Bullshit?” He repeated after you, the side of his lips threatening into a smirk and a smile but he kept his place, avoiding the fact you had almost pushed him against your desk—with multiple sharp utensils. “I know how much I matter to you. Don’t you see that?” Soon enough, his lips fully turned into a wide smile as he backed himself into your door.

“Each time you look at me—it’s as if I’m your whole fucking world,” Draco’s smile began to fall. “You’re so obvious when it comes to your feelings and emotions, and if you can’t tell, you’re more oblivious and idiotic than you think,” he had looked at you up and down, waiting for a response when he had received one less than seconds later. “I love Blaise, didn’t you know that?” It was not true and you didn’t know why you said such thing when you had no feelings for Zabini, at all. “It’s the same mutual thing we have for each other. You play with mine, and I play with yours,” you begun to rush out of your dorm room but he managed to catch ahold of your arm, brushing his fingers across your skin that made you get goosebumps each and every time without fail.

You always craved for his touch but he was always feeling something else—and it wasn’t a girl, a guy, and it made you feel more heated and frustrated. You prioritized Draco, why didn’t he do the same? “Stop trying to lecture me,” he rolled his eyes. “You’re more stupid than I actually thought. You think I care about those people I fool around with? You’re idiotic, stupid, dumb as fuck,” he knew you knew that, and you didn’t like the reminder—he used what you hated against you. For whatever reason, he had read your eyes and began to put his thoughts into words. “Don’t get me wrong, I love you—but I’m not into this whole true love bullshit. I don’t believe an ounce it’s real, it’s fake and imaginary. But if anything else, you’re helping me believe the possibility of it—you just don’t give me the chance to prove it,”

“I want to focus on my future, career,” Draco began to grip your shoulder softly, looking down at your hands that has been balled into fists but he had made you soften, slowly travelling his free hand to yours and planting a kiss on it—like the way he did when you two were younger and had first met. “I was confused on my feelings for you at first because I hadn’t known that. I’m not used to it—and it turns out,” he slowly walked towards you, softly entangling his fingers in your hair as he softly pushed your head against his chest, pressing himself against your own body—and the body heat from you two made you feel hot, weak, vulnerable, and you hated that.

“I love you just a little too much,”

⭑ ⭒ Sorry, I didn’t know what to write and I thought I needed to continue these small snippets I’ve kept drafted for awhile.

#soft draco #draco imagine #draco x you #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy #draco #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco malfoy oneshot #draco one shot #draco fluff #draco fuckingmalfoy #school of witchcraft and wizardry #Hogwarts

[lovetendencies]

tom riddle had an effect on you.

he made you feel safe, reassured, and loved when he, himself, couldn’t feel an ounce of love. tom wouldn’t let anyone hurt you when he was around and away, he hated the mere thought of a threat to you.

“i never knew something beautiful and pure could come from something ugly,” you whispered, his head connecting to yours as he had looked down at you with a neutral expression.

you believed he couldn’t feel love—being born from amortentia, and his parents never in love, it had made tom more of an enigma to you. and you desperately want to be there for him even if he hasn’t for you. but broken beyond repair, he couldn’t he fixed, not possibly ever.

but you had accepted him as your lover anyway, it had took him many months to think it through, looking at you with stern and cold blue eyes, and a rough voice like a rose that could prick you with its thorns. and if anything, he was a fighter.

“my baby, my baby,” you whispered as his head was still connected with yours. “you’re still ever going to be the winner in my eyes,” tom had stood still, looking down at you before he rested his chin against your head, and wrapped his arms around you.

you haven’t heard his heart beat fast—instead it had beat at its normal pace. each time it made your own heart ache and hurt an unusual amount; tom had hated when you pretended you two were the same when there was a clear difference. “things shouldn’t have turned out the way it should’ve,” he had sighed.

what he had said could’ve meant many things. your guys’ relationship, his parents, the orphanage—but whoever was in charge of Hope and Faith, this must’ve happened for a reason otherwise it would’ve been clear to you and tom.

“just hold me and don’t let go,” you whispered as he reluctantly wrapped his arms around your waist, setting you on top of his lap with a huff.

“i love you tom—even if you can’t feel an ounce of love, can’t feel anything at all except hatred and self-loathe. i believe i can’t change you and never will. just be with me until our time is up,” you kissed his chin.

he had said nothing except eye around the black lame, it was empty and nobody was in sight to witness that tom riddle himself was holding a girl who was deemed to be a nerd and unlikable but for whatever reason, it only drew him closer.

#tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle oneshot #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #tom riddle doesn’t have any feelings lol #tom riddle angst with fluff #tom riddle fluff #tom riddle angst

[lovetendencies]

—DRACO MALFOY in LOVE ANNIVERSARY

teen pregnancy.

Your first children, it was a birth that was done alone, and it frequently scared you when you remembered it. Your lover, first love, Draco Malfoy wasn’t there and he hadn’t known about his first kid.

Your first baby, a beautiful boy, was with your parents in the Muggle World being taken care of from your parents and as well was your second. They’d send postcards and photos you had to open when you were alone so you could see your baby boys, who were growing to look more and more like Draco as time went on. You wrote postcards back for your parents and mostly for your sons to read, hoping they were old enough by now to carefully read words and hear what you had to say.

You often felt guilty for not telling Draco when the Headmaster, Dumbledore, told you not to tell anyone as they’d handle the news badly. He had excused you from Hogwarts for a full year but with Professors who had given you homework. “I missed you, my love,” Draco whispered the first night he had you alone. You were nearing your guys’ last year at Hogwarts, being in your sixth, and your both your sons being born just a few months ago. You felt terrible as to not celebrating their first birthday with them and Draco as a family because you’d be away at Hogwarts in November.

But you couldn’t tell him, you couldn’t, he’d had been afraid either way and cut off all connections possible to not talk to you. When you had said you missed him too, you remembered when he looked down at you with skepticism. “You look like you’re sick. Are you okay? Is there something you’re not telling me?” he asked. “Are you alright? While you were away did you get sick from something?” Draco had a tendency to overthink that’d often give him a headache, his stomach would twirl, and his thoughts often had the better of him but nobody except you had known that. “No, don’t worry, I’m okay. The headmaster said I was supposed to see my family because something had happened to my parents,” it was a lie.

Your parents and all your known relatives were alive and well, healthy in fact. It was your sons you hoped to see someday and noticed your face enough to call you mommy. “Are they alright? I know I’ve never met them before but—” it was how worried he was that caught you off-guard. It had made you fall into his arms and cry, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in to plant kisses on his face, that’d have been your moment to tell him—that he was a daddy, that he was a father to the most precious and beautiful boys you’ve ever seen.

“They’re doing okay,” you cried. “They’re alright,” he had fallen back against his bed, surprised, and he did that stupid smile that would make everything okay again. “I’m glad—because I still have to meet them, right?” he smiled, bringing your head against his chest, holding you tightly in his arms until Pansy Parkinson herself, slammed the door open. Pansy and Blaise had already known about your guys’ relationship, having seen that night your sons were conceived, and under circumstances, accidental but who you had loved either way.

“We’re already made sure you guys weren’t doing the devils tango again,” Pansy stared down at you guys with a disgusted expression, and all while Blaise had side-smiled, containing a laugh. The two that often trailed Draco from behind were also your best friends, leaning towards more to Pansy who was with you through thick and thin, and her own share of insecurities and breakdowns; that night, you were focused more of what tomorrow’s postcards could bring, your baby boys smiling with their hands that covered his cheeks like the last? Or whimpering baby boys you wished to hold in your arms?

Your parents were fond of magic as they had went to Hogwarts themselves as kids, both marrying muggles and having a daughter who was likely to be magic, they knew the moment when there were things in the most odd places. They’ve also known Dumbledore their whole lives as well, he was quite fond of your family, and the generations. “I love you,” Draco whispered, his arms trailing around your waist as the other two had noticed, their gaze focused open you and Draco until they had thought it was time to leave. They said their see you tomorrow’s and he had wrapped you on top of his lap.

During the conversation you had with your best friends, Pansy whispered next to you, saying: “Draco has been faithful to you. I didn’t see him next to a girl except me, didn’t have his hands on anyone when we were at parties on weekends, and he often mentioned that he missed you,” she chuckled. “And I was surprised because I was hoping I’d have to beat him up to get some sense in him—but he does. For you,” she kissed your cheek, a small gesture you two would give each other that’d make Draco and Blaise turn their heads towards you guys.

You wanted to tell him that he had beautiful sons that looked identical to him as he were as a child himself—but somewhere in his eyes, he was living to be a teenager, hoping to be a kid again. “I wish I could tell you things I know when I left here for a bit,” Draco gazed in your eyes, hoping for truth with a raised brow. “But I’m going to tell you anyway,” he softened, his arms right around your waist. “We have my parents to be expecting when we visit them this summer,” you smiled down at him. “I know for a fact they can’t wait to meet you, and I can’t wait until you meet them because I’ve told them a lot about you. What you do, how your parents are like, how we met,” and it was that, it made him chuckle.

It was half the truth. You couldn’t wait to see your both of your sons when you went to visit them this summer, and Draco, his eyes were lit with hope. Since summer was around the corner, surprised you came back anyway, he begun to prepare his luggage, his most finest clothing he has ever owned, along with things that’d impress “your parents”. But when in reality, they’d have rather much seen him, their father, their daddy.

Time went by fast, it went by slow, and it often differed. By the time you guys were on the train, he had begun to pace around with his hand up to his chin, rubbing his face and he had a stern expression that you had to remind would give him wrinkles. “It’s going to be okay. They will love you,” you weren’t afraid of what your parents would think of Draco as they had already loved him despite not meeting him. They’ve told you many times that they’d help you through your journey of becoming a mother, and if Draco didn’t comply, they’d be there for you but you’d rather much have him.

You’ve gotten the approval of Dumbledore to tell Draco, and he had given you a smile that spoke many words. He mentioned that he was proud of you to see this through with him, and talking about the things that could’ve possibly happen to Draco, all the different possibilities and outcomes made you terrified to your core. He were about to meet your sons for the first time, and he didn’t know they could possibly have existed.

They were both born of November a few months ago, and by this time, they’d have been seven months old. “What if they don’t like me? What if they don’t see what you see? What if they think I’m no good? Oh god, I shouldn’t have brought these clothes,” he chewed on his nail and sat beside you worriedly, resting his head against your shoulder with a slump that made you chuckle, and being received an expression that made him raised his eyebrows. “They’re going to love you, baby,” you twirled his hair, knowing how much he loved getting his hair played with, and within a few minutes, he fell asleep.

The next half hour, the train had stopped, and you saw your parents against a new SUV they had bought for you and their grandsons. “Let’s go, we’re here,” Draco had begun to grow more nervous and nervous at each step he took off the train, and the moment he did, he didn’t fail to notice your parents. He had seen the postcards they sent of themselves in Paris, Canada, Africa—they had informally greeted Draco with questions such as: “How are you? Are you taking care of our daughter well?” and Draco had his own share of postcards himself from your parents.

You knew your parents had loved Draco—and part of the reason why was because you guys never had a fight, when you guys did, and you had avoided everything to not tell them when it was difficult to. The amount of postcards and letters that were left not sent and in a garbage can were uncountable. Draco trailed from behind like a scared little puppy meeting it’s owner for the first time. “Hey, my lovely!” your mother had cheered, running towards you as you had dropped your luggage at your sides, which you had grown impatient. “Where are my babies?” you whispered softly, hugging her back. “They’re sleeping in the car. Have you told him yet?” she asked.

You had shook your head as Draco helped out your father to load the luggage in the back. He didn’t see the two baby seats in the back with two babies who had a grown set of hair. You had glanced inside the car and seen them—your sons. Your heart ached as their hair had begun to change since the last seven months you’ve seen them. One of your sons, Vincent, had dark brown hair with platinum blonde streaks—and your other son, Scorpius, had full platinum blonde hair. And you were glad that your hair colour was part in Vincent’s hair.

“We have lasagna in the oven back home. Have you ever tried it, Draco?” your mother asked. He had shook his head, slowly walked towards you and kept behind you, timid of your father and your mother. “Well, if you’re scared of us, you can relax. If you had other girlfriends and met their fathers, we aren’t like them,” your father smiled, passive aggressively, he spoke. “No, sir. I haven’t had any other serious girlfriends other than your daughter,” and it was true, he hadn’t except you and you’ve been there for him most of your time at Hogwarts.

Draco hadn’t noticed the two babies in the back as soon as he got in the vehicle. “We hope you two spend time together this Summer,” your parents spoke in unison, together, they clapped hands with laughter. “We are expected to travel just outside the city for a couple of days—and it’s only a few hours,” you knew what the code was for. They were going to take a break and it was up to you and Draco to take care of the babies for the Summer, meaning three months. By the time you guys had gotten to your place, your father and Draco grabbed the luggage and dropped them inside. “My babies,” you walked over to a small bench at the front of the house.

You had planned to walk in, your parents in the backyard, and telling Draco he had two sons. But you were caught up in the moment, they looked up while rubbing their eyes and soon they were bouncing in your lap, it had made you laugh and worried as you were alone and didn’t want to drop them. After awhile, the sun was starting to set and among the horizon, hues mixed with yellow, orange, and a hint of blue that the sky was being put to rest. “My babies,” you whispered, rubbing your forehead against theirs and kissing their plump and soft cheeks. “I missed you so much,” you planned to tell Draco once you got inside as the sun had hinted you spent too much time with them and less with Draco.

“I’ll tell your daddy that he has two beautiful and perfect sons,” they looked up at you with tired and droopy eyes. They looked like Draco as Narcissa gave you baby photos of him with twinkling and watery eyes. “If he doesn’t react in a way I hope he does,” you whispered. “Then we don’t need him, okay? I’ll raise you both myself, know you guys are so loved,” you whispered as you had stood up from your spot, heading back inside, watching for twigs and stones that might’ve tripped you. But instead, Draco was sitting against the pavement with his face in his hands, and he looked as though he had been silently crying, watching you and the twins.

Your heart skipped a beat as the twins were resting against your breasts, their eyes half-open from spending their time with you with laughter and giggles. “Draco?” you whispered. He looked up from his hands, his face the most stern and cold you’ve ever seen him, and the way he looked at you was as if he hadn’t known you—like it was when you guys were in your first years all over again. “I’m sorry,” you let out as he had broken up again. “I saw them—but I thought they were your brothers. I noticed the blonde hair like mine, their pale skin, blue and brown eyes like ours, and I still thought they were your brothers,” he sighed, rubbing his eyes to avoid tearing up, and looking ‘weak’.

“I didn’t tell your parents. I didn’t tell anyone—not even Pansy,” you whispered, your arms starting to grow tired from their body weight, and you had walked over to the bench as he trailed from behind. “You were the only person I wanted to tell before anyone else,” you whispered. “Because I thought I’d be worthy enough again—and it was unfair for me to keep a secret like this from you for a year,” Draco had timidly sat beside you, glancing at the babies from time to time as he fidgeted with his hands and the ends of his black shirt. “I’m not going to leave you,” he mumbled. “And frankly, I don’t think I have the heart to,” he whispered, the courage to look up at you.

“Because I spent most of my time devoted to you, with you, not have I once thought about any other girl. And while you were away, I had many times to think about the future,” he leaned back, staring at the sky that was beginning to set. “Of course, children were in there,” he uncomfortably adjusted himself, and it was almost clear to you. “But I’ve thought after Hogwarts, we’d get married, successful, travel, settle down and have kids,” he rubbed his face in his hands. “And I wonder now,” he looked down at Vincent and Scorpius.

“I wonder how my parents will react when I have two sons,” he trailed off. “That look like me,” he continued to stare at them with dazed eyes, as if he couldn’t believe he was a father—a daddy to your sons you hoped they’d have. “Do you want to hold Scorpius?” you asked, looking at him adjust himself uncomfortably again while rubbing his hands together. “He’s your son, a baby, not a bomb,” you smiled wide enough he started to as well. Draco’s eyes were free of tears, and he looked ecstatic. The moment he had Scorpius in his arms, he looked as if he was about to cry, and he did.

“They’re going to wake up,” you whispered, rubbing his arm up and down. Your parents had luggage ready when you guys had gone back in the house—and Draco didn’t part from his sons. Every second of every day, he’d have them in his arms, kissing their full set hair of heads, their plump cheeks even when they were awake. They’d often look at him with raised eyebrows but soon grew on him—they seemed to know, that he, Draco Malfoy, was their father. Your parents had left the next morning with directions on how to make their bottles when you knew how to, how to change their diapers, how to make them fall asleep—and all while Draco had looked at the directions multiple times with tired and sore eyes that looked like they were about to roll and fall out of their sockets.

He was just as a new parent as you were, and you were glad that he had stuck around. Over the Summer, there was an owl sent by Dumbledore who had congratulated you and Draco. “He knew!?” he whisper-yelled, looking at you with raised eyebrows and an unbelievable expression. “He was the first person I told when I found out I was pregnant. If I told you—you would have freaked out, would you?” Draco thought for a second, shrugged it off and looked away with his cheeks heating up. After you two had sent a letter to Dumbledore with pictures you guys had taken over the Summer, along with the twins who were growing, and in August—you had been there for their first birthday party.

Along with Draco who had looked down at them with a wide smile, holding them in his arms as he sang happy birthday with a cake that he had ordered especially expensive. They knew they had a father—and one of their first words together were daddy. “I love them,” Draco whispered as they were given a sliver of cake, not too much icing, and they had their face dug in like cavemen, cheeks with white icing and they looked like they were having fun. “With an appetite of mommy,” he joked.

The same day, you guys had went to the beach together as a family, and it made your heart ache and ache constantly. You had planned to tell Pansy and Blaise next—who you would know have bizarre and expressions that’d be beyond surprise. Then—it’d be Draco’s parents as they’d wonder why he didn’t spend the summer with him anymore.

The following years, you and Draco had gotten married and had your last planned child. Your sons, Vincent and Scorpius, had grown into their looks. Scorpius had platinum blonde hair like Draco as dark brown streaks appeared as soon as he was two years. Vincent’s platinum blonde streaks spread across his hair, and soon his roots were the only thing that were dark brown. “Meet your baby brother,” you remembered whispering to them as they had been six turning seven then. Draco had been over your shoulder the whole time, looking down at the three babies, and then you.

Who he would say multiple times have saved him when she’s least expected it. “He’s a boy?” Vincent spoke aloud. “But I thought you guys said she was a girl!” he pushed the baby away with a small fist and the baby had woken up with tired and glossy eyes. Draco, who had witnessed, had a vein popping out of his neck as he kept a small smile. “Sometimes, baby, that they get it wrong. But we love him no matter what,” Scorpius held out his arms as he held him.

“I love you,” Draco whispered from behind, his arms travelling towards your waist. “No, Draco, not another baby. The first two were a difficult delivery and this baby was even more harder,” you pushed his hands off as you had laughed. “I’m kidding,” you whispered. “I love you too,” as you pushed yourself back against his body, wrapping his arms around your waist as you two had looked down at the twins who softly poked at the babies cheeks—and when they did, they pulled away quickly and giggled.

“My love,” he whispered. “My darling wife,” Draco kissed the back of your neck and continued to dig his face in the hem of your neck with a small smile. “I can’t believe how much I love you. I’d give up anything for you and my boys,” he pecked your neck. “Love you forever,” he whispered.

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[lovetendencies]

DRACO MALFOY in WISH YOU WERE HERE

tw / blood, self-harm!

Your heart ached as you saw your first child, your first baby, get on the train to Hogwarts. The school you and the love of your life went to—Draco Malfoy.

He waved off his kid with a small side smile, looking at him with pure happiness in his eyes. Once you two had gone home, he didn’t hesitate to fall against the dark grey couch as he had rubbed his temples.

The time you and Draco had shared was with difficulties, hatred, and genuine memories. It wasn’t the best as he’d call out to you in the same time he’d done with Hermione Granger before, mumbling and yelling out: “You stupid Mudblood!” and after he’s asked for your hand to the Yule Ball in your fourth years, he’s apologized profusely with gritted teeth and ignorance, trying to maintain his image as he gazed upon his Slytherin gang and friends who laughed under their breaths.

You, too, had also maintained your image. You were associated with the trio themselves, they’d look at you from time to time with raised eyebrows and side smiles, hoping you’d give them secrets Draco has never told anyone. “So, tell me, does he wet the bed?” Ron asked intrigued, leaning in against the table with a wide smile. He and Harry had hoped you’d say yes but you couldn’t tell them anything—especially after he’d been vulnerable with you. “Look at her, dancing with Krum,” Ron mumbled under his breath as his date, Padma Patil, rolled her eyes.

If there was one thing that Draco Malfoy said to you during the Battle of Hogwarts, looking pale and ill, he hated you. “I just used you to get closer to Harry. I’ve not once loved you nor have I ever meant anything I’ve said,” he spat, his eyebrows furrowed while glaring you down while his hair was starting to fall apart, the gel he would attempt to roll his hair back. “I was confidential, meaning it was purely business and everything we did didn’t mean anything. I would never fall in love with a girl—who didn’t even know this world could have possibly existed!” Draco’s aunt, who you have met multiple times, Bellatrix Lestrange crept up behind him with a creepy and wide smirk.

“You hear him,” She whispered. “He didn’t love you, never have, and never will,” Bellatrix’s back begun to straighten as she raised her wand, pointing directly at you as you kept your ground. You didn’t bother to move or glance away the slightest bit—despite what you’ve heard, mortified, and disappointed at the fact you had thought at the time you captured his heart and he had yours. “You better get moving, little girl, for this is the only time I’ll ever be generous to let one of my victims leave alive and well,” She twisted her wand towards you. But all the time, you kept looking at Draco with pity and disappointment.

But he, too, had raised his wand with wobbly lips and soon to be a hard gaze filled with hatred and stone cold. You saw how hard his eyes were, as if everything really didn’t mean anything at all, when you two had shared a night with love and tenderness and at that fact, your first love, Draco Malfoy. But even in those times, you didn’t believe Draco could’ve said that by himself, he looked at you still with the same love and care he did that night. He almost looked as though he didn’t want you to leave—but in the situation, he wanted you to.

He had risked everything to make sure your safety was assured even if his was put in vain—even if he believed that you truly loved him when he had fought many times in his head that you didn’t, that you were a spy for the trio and order. Still, he told you everything but not this, not this. “Draco, is this all true?” was one of the first things you’ve spoken that day. Soon after you said that, Lucius and Narcissa crept up behind Bellatrix and Draco, surprised that their own son would raise his wand to the girl he shared many moments of weakness with—even if they hadn’t known about it but still, surprised.

“I lost interest in you the moment you spoke about your stupid life,” he spat out, his voice cold. “Your filthy parents, the way you’d smile each time you spoke about them, and the way you’d like everyone even when they didn’t like you back,” he rolled his eyes. “I wondered how a girl like you could ever be or think that way,” he paused, taking deep inhales. “But then it hit me, you were broken. Nobody ever liked you when you were a poor, weak of a girl, so you changed yourself. Everything you said to me, I told to everyone at the table,” Draco’s voice cracked for a second, his hand had trembled for a moment before he collected himself.

“As if I could ever love someone like you, a filthy muggleborn of a girl,” and it was left at that. Bellatrix had smirked and begun to laugh at his words, looking back and forth at you and Draco and in the corner of your eyes, you heard Narcissa’s breath hitch and Lucius adjust himself uncomfortably. “Now, run along and go tell the order, if I assume they’ll still take you back for betraying them,” Bellatrix laughed harder, her wand still pointed at you until she began to back you up against a hard black door, shutting you out.

At that time, you hadn’t known what to do as you betrayed Harry coldheartedly and just as importantly, your best friend, Hermione. You didn’t know what to do because you were all alone, once again, and after the Battle. It was a surprise that Hermione still took you in once she saw how dreadful you looked, your clothes torn apart in some places, blood trickling down your forehead from the crucios Bellatrix had put on you before he had walked in. “I’ll still love you,” Hermione whispered, embracing you tightly as she endured the hours of crying.

“I knew he loved you. I knew he did—didn’t you see the way he looked at you across the Great Hall? When he’d stare at you across the room with a smile?” Hermione whispered, side-hugging you as she rest her head against the top of yours. “But it wasn’t true, Hermione. Everything I said to him, he told them, he said everything. And I thought I could trust him, and he betrayed me like that even if I tried to look for hope,” you mumbled, small sniffles as you tried to collect and maintain yourself.

A small voice in your head would laugh and whisper degrading things—Harry and Ron would look at you with skepticism but soon it vanished when they saw how ill and broken you looked, weak in Hermione’s arms she wouldn’t open to just anyone, if anything, they had learned to trust you like each other.

After the Battle, Draco had attempted multiple times to reconcile, saying things like he hadn’t meant anything and he done it to make sure you were safe. “Do you think I’d do that for just anyone?” he whispered, his face deep in his hands. “Do you really think I’d do that for any other girl? That I would really let go of everything we’ve built together?” Each time he spoke, the words he’d spit out were genuine and voice cracks each time he mentioned the crude and hurtful things he said to you. “The girl who trusted me enough to tell me about her problems, how she was hurting on the inside, and that’s one of the reasons why I fallen in love with you in the first place,” he whispered.

“Right from the start, you immediately stole my heart. I used to hate how high you kept your head when I possibly couldn’t even when anyone would say you were nothing, you still kept your head held high. I used to hate the smile like it was saying you were okay, that you were happy regardless, and I hate to think of myself—when I saw you that evening, that I was the reason you wouldn’t smile ever again,” Draco inhaled sharply, his face deep in his hands. “Even more so, a muggle girl, my parents would have never approved of you and it should have been a red flag for you when they accepted you,”

“After the many times I’ve said that they hated muggleborns,” Draco finally had the courage to look up from his hands and to you, his ocean blue eyes were deep and sorrow, and looked as though he never slept since the war. “That was my warning sign for you but when you told me that you were happy when you met them. I felt guilty for using you,” the way he said it was enough to make you burst into tears, remembering you took the torture just so Draco could be safe and not a strand of hair touched on his head, and his black suit clean.

“If I made you think I didn’t love you,” Draco whispered. “Then I’m so sorry—but I didn’t know you’d have been hurt this way. I thought I was doing what was right at the time, and that you’d never have been harmed,” he fidgeted with his fingers, one of his nails were painted Red like that night when you had painted his nails at the lake, when you guys shared a night in his dorm room. “But please don’t hate me,” was one of the last things he said.

“I’m still in love with you, Draco,” you whispered. “Because that’s what this stupid and filthy muggle of a girl is like,” it looked as though his heart was about to burst out of his chest and his expressions looked as though he were surprised. “Despite everything, I tried to push you away—but I couldn’t even if Hermione would urge me to,” you chuckled, remembering the times she’d threaten to take away your prized and favourited possession. “And I forgive you after everything. So please, don’t cry anymore, my Snowman,” he chuckled, recalling the time you guys built a snowman family with the amount of children you two would have.

You reached out your hand to him and he hesitantly, looking up at you and your hand until he took it into his own, resting his cheek against yours. It was enough to completely shatter you. He was yours again—and you were his. “I’m never leaving you again,” he whispered. “Never will I part from you. I’ll make sure nobody hurts you,” it had taken time for you two to rebuild a relationship. He’d look guilty from time to time but he learned to let go of the past—and when he had shown you the Dark Mark on his left wrist, it torn you apart again.

There was dark red outlines on his skin around the Dark Mark, there were scars, and it looked as though he had tried multiple solutions to get rid of it. But it wasn’t something to get rid of that easily, and slowly as time went on—with you, he accepted it. Still, at nights, he’d have nightmares, whimper and cry in his sleep, and he’d sweat profusely. He was, and with your help, learning to let go of everything.

Draco had gotten up from the couch, raising up his sleeves as he had crept up from behind you, your apron he had bought you for your birthday he fiddled with as his arms travelled around your waist. “I never meant to fall in love,” he whispered. “But I went and did a dangerous game that almost didn’t give me the wife I love so dearly and a kid I’d die for,” Draco kissed the back of your neck as he pushed aside the cutting board, making sure you were looking outside the window that seemed so familiar.

“I don’t care about anything except you and the family we created together,” he wrapped his arms around your stomach, there, was another baby. “And I continue to hope and watch what the future holds for us and what we’re expecting,” he smiled, turning you around to meet the kisses he planted on your forehead. “I was close to losing you. But you had taken me back, accepted me, all while you still loved me as I felt the same way,” Draco whispered.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he spoke multiple times with delicacy in his voice.

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[lovetendencies]

GEORGE WEASLEY in WITH OR WITHOUT YOU.

TW / DEATH, MISCARRIAGE!

you’ve hopped out of bed, grabbing a nearby fuzzy cardigan that helped you get warm on most summer days when it was breezy and cold.

george, once again, wasn’t at your side when you woke up. it’s been two years since the war and this has been going on far too long yet you couldn’t confront him, you weren’t going to. he was grieving and mourning and making up the time the day he found out he lost his twin, his other half.

you wish you could do something, anything, but what you did was never enough. your efforts were in vain, he stood where he was looking down at the earth as if it swallowed his other self hole, when in reality — it didn’t. fred, your brother in law, you sensed as he was here with george.

not once leaving his side as you both remembered clearly they promised when you had overheard them one night at the gryffindor common room, when you had first met them, the same two first years that no one would know would become one.

you’ve called in molly, his family, and ask for what you could do. but yet, even they didn’t know what to do either as they lost one of their own twins as well. you didn’t know what to do as well when you had remembered clearly that fred was just as brother to you, nothing more and nothing less, he’s always been behind your back whenever you were upset and felt weak when george wasn’t there to take your place.

to add, he was right beside you once you’ve learned you were pregnant, and had miscarried the baby. he was running to each sides of you and george, patting your back, rubbing up and down in circular motions, kissing your forehead as that’s how close you two were. he’d tend to your needs and george’s as nobody did his. you felt guilty of taking advantage of the kindness and goofiness that he radiated — similar to george, only too much.

george sat on the cherry red sofa, his knees tucked in his chest as he had stood still there for a good minute. the more as time went on, the less tears he shed. you couldn’t do anything about it. even on your wedding day with george, he had kept a spot open, fred’s wand on the ground behind him as his best man, he was still in a large period of depression.

then, as you stood there, you felt and smelled fred’s scent on your shoulder. the way he’d squeeze your shoulder for a second, leaning his chin against his hand, and you heard him whisper in a soft tone. go comfort my brother, please, for he needs you most. and that was last of what you heard of him, his scent washing away into the air of cinnamon from last nights baking molly and the others came over for, a family outing.

he’s vulnerable as we all are. we’re still not over the greatest loss and tragedy and happiness we’ve all experienced. please, take care of my last twin, he loves and needs you the most. you remembered molly speaking to you last night, eyeing down george as he was out in the yard with bill, charlie, ron, percy, ginny, and his in laws as they were setting up the tables as tradition.

for the first time in a long one, you’ve seen george cry in the arms of his parents, brothers and youngest sister, rubbing the back of his nieces and nephews. and, it has been so long, since you’ve seen him smile. the things you’d give up to see him smile again with you, his family.

you fidgeted with the end of your maroon cardigan, slowly inching towards the sofa as you caught his hand, he had attempted to inch away but in time you’ve caught him. you’ve heard, not just that, you’ve felt that your marriage was dying. “you can leave if you really want to, my love,” george whispered, gripping onto your hand, his nails digging as if what he said didn’t mean anything.

“because i’ve felt that i’m dead already, without him by my side, who am i?” he whispered yet he still remained a cold exterior. “am i just the inferior twin that everyone sees as fred now? am i nothing when i’ve already lost what was my entire world?” it ached your heart as you’ve heard him say his entire world but you should’ve known better, his world didn’t evolve around you, it was his twin who was beside him all throughout his life.

now, he had just disappeared; truly, you didn’t know what to say, and slowly you’ve noticed george pulling away from you the more you hadn’t. he was your brother too. you were the only one who had noticed who when you were at hogwarts with them, sharing almost the same classes. it ached your heart.

“tell me, do you think i’m still worthy when i’m just one person? two people we once were.” he had grilled onto your hand longer and harder, hinting that you didn’t have to say anything, as if the silence was the one thing that said everything. “i pray to merlin everyday that i don’t wake up and i’m with him,” he had burst out crying. “but i feel that he doesn’t want me with him. as if he wants me to finish our lives together as one, to continue on without him,”

“even when he’s gone, i still feel him. he’s not. he’s truly not! he’s still here!” he had yelled out. “i’m not going to leave you. i never will. yet i want to leave to be with fred, he must be scared alone in an unknown place, and i want to go,” he finally had the courage to look up from his legs, looking at you with the most swollen and teary eyed george you’ve ever seen since your miscarriage with his baby.

“i’m not going to leave, i promise that. i’ll finish what me and him had always bet against each other, and for once, i think i’d be a better twin than he was,” he chuckled under his shaking and trembling free right hand, a ring he had taken off and put on the nearest coffee table. “i’m just terrified. i don’t want to live without him as long as i’m still alive. i feel like something has been torn out of my chest, that i shouldn’t be here anymore, that i’m nothing more than just trash!”

at that, you’ve forced george into an embrace, whether he wanted it or not. you caressed his red bed hair, kissing his forehead, imitating fred’s actions in hopes he’d notice. you pressed him against your breasts, he had fiddled with his fingers with pure anxiety, no hate had radiated from him even in your guys’ darkest arguments of all.

he was always sad all the time. that’s what he was most of his life — you’ve known he felt like he was a shadow in his very own brother and he had risked all the unhappiness just so fred could be happy, as you’ve felt with your oldest brother by two years but this wasn’t about him or your story, it was all about george who had your attention. all of it. he wasn’t alone.

“i’m sorry, my darling,” you whispered, tears staining through your cardigan and your white classic tshirt george had bought you as a goofy present one christmas day at hogwarts. “i can’t fill that place fred left, i never can and i never will. i’m sorry i’ve been tearing at your heart each time we’ve tried for a child when you hadn’t wanted to,” george, at this time, had wrapped his arms around you. you were on his lap, his head still against your breasts as he had continued to cry on and on as it felt like for hours.

“i really am trying,” he whispered, sniffles and hiccups starting to arise in his chest as a result from crying too much. “i did want a child even if we weren’t old enough. i was hoping, god, i fucking was!” he had held onto you tighter and tighter by the second, feeling a burning sensation in your ribs as if he was about to break them.

it was then until you’ve smelt him again, fred, he stood on his knees at the end of george, his head on his hands. i’m sorry i’ve put too much pain on you. as if his actions were words, george had seemed to felt, heard, and smell him. the same old firework smell, the squeaking in the soles of his shoes each time he walked, and the way he would give a small pinch. i’m doing better now, you can move on.

it still felt as though the past haunted you and george the most since that night.

it took him a year with difficult anxiety, anger and such to finally find himself once again, he wore a happy face that molly, arthur and his family was delighted to see, and you knew too that she was picturing fred and george side by side. as if they never really left each other, you’ve believed as she did, that fred was still here. he hadn’t left. all this time, he stayed to see until his family was happy.

you’ve rubbed your stomach in circular motions, swollen with a baby, that had made your back hurt constantly but you didn’t care. that child, george’s, was going to be so loved as everyone celebrated that gender reveal party. the confetti and cake being split at the same time, the colour pink, his smile had widened into an even bigger one. “nothing is gray anymore, mom, dad!” you’ve heard him fall into the arms of his parents, his hair in their faces as they rubbed his back.

lastly he had allowed you to fall in his hysterically, the large baby bump you’ve carried to the last term. you believed, as well, that your first child with george was with fred all this time. hand in hand, growing older with his uncle, and not knowing whether or not he had parents. that it was up to fred to say every untold story that weren’t from you and george.

“i still miss him, i do, i do, i do, i do!” he buried his face in your neck, turning you around to wrap his hands around your belly, you’ve seen harry with ginny and his children playing along the grass, bill and fleur with their own as well as ron and hermione children playing with their cousins. it made your heart beat and beat faster as george planted a kiss on your neck. “i still can’t live without him. and yet, i’ve got another reason to live on, to continue, that’s you — the woman who i thought would give up on me if i kept mourning and grieving. and lastly, the baby girl, that i’ve hoped would’ve been a boy so i could name him fred but i love either way, born or not,”

ginny and hermione had smiled over to you and george. it was that kind of smile saying i’m proud of you, you’re doing such a good job. and it made you happier in the moment.

you wanted to stay in the moment longer but everyone had gotten ready to leave, fleur had kissed your cheek and wished you, george, and the baby well. as bill, he gave you a smile, that same stupid smile george would flash in his happiest moments and without a hug the weasleys and their children had left (without bills children waving and picking daisies to put behind your ear).

hermione had given you and george a baby present when it was well over-due, and you had realized, it was the same baby sweater you half knitted and thrown away when you two were in the gryffindor common room, relaxing, chatting along with ginny who had shared her own laughs. all along, she had kept it and continued it for you, it had made you want to cry. ron had given you a kiss on the cheek, embracing you tightly as they too with children, had left to their own homes. another set of weasleys gone but never permanently.

it was lastly that ginny had cried into your shoulder, george and harry had inched away as you two could have the moment together. “thank you for taking care of my brother,” she whispered, her embrace hard and firm but it softened a second later once she remembered you were pregnant. “i’ve doubted you before in taking care of him. but i’ve seen what you do to him, you got him completely around your finger, the way he looks at you makes me envious as harry doesn’t do the same,” you two had laughed. “he looks at you with such admiration, tenderness, and as if what was lost hadn’t left after all,” for the last time since your birthing, she had given you a kiss on the forehead, whispering an i love you.

it was now, harry’s turn, after everyone had done you and george. he had tightly hugged george, it felt like cement being crushed on him as he would say. but a hug spoke more than words. i love you, thank you for not giving up. as if it was meant for you and it did the moment he added the extra minute unlike george. the potters had left, their children waving you and george good-bye with their tiny hands, and your heart ached further more for your baby girl to already be born.

“i love you, my daughter,” molly whispered, arthur and george joining in the hug with an expression. one that said that everyone was finally in peace. and for a split second, you’ve thought you seen fred bending down against a tree, and a girl who had red hair playing with a flower. your first baby, you and george’s, was a beautiful girl with long hair. after that, you’ve felt more at peace and happier, that he was with the child you miscarried taking care of one and another, healing. “don’t have that baby just yet, okay?” arthur rubbed your back with a joking smile.

and at that, they all had left.

“what should we do now, my love?” he asked, hovering over you while planting a kiss on your forehead. “interested in going down to the dock to see the sunset more clearly?” you suggested with a smile and he, happier than ever, had agreed.

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[lovetendencies]

draco malfoy draft/short.

unedited, didn’t proof read.

"i almost proposed to you, you know," draco looked down at his hands, fiddling and tears rolling down his cheeks as he sniffled.

"i wish i didn't back down — maybe, just maybe, harry wouldn't have done it," he chuckled, wiping off his tears as he began to play it cool, looking at the sky while you two sat on a field full of flowers.

"don't cry, draco," you wiped off a single tear rolling down his cheek, it was strange how you completely missed the feeling of his soft skin against yours, the way he would hypnotize you with a kiss or if he held your hand. "ever since then, i've dreamt of you from time to time — of what could've been," he continued.

“maybe everything would’ve been different. your kids with harry, maybe they would’ve been my kids,” he chuckled, wiping his face. “i’m sorry to say that but — i’ve thought about these things when we were on and off even if you weren’t mine,” he whispered, vulnerable and weak in front of you, and you were his only exception. “i’ve always thought about marrying you, choosing a different path, and having kids,” draco smiled.

“that’s all i really cared about,” he turned to face you. his blue eyes were twinkling in the night, his blonde hair was grazing his forehead as it whispered sweet nothings in his ear. “i didn’t care about wealth or security when i met you at hogwarts. our very first day it started,” he seemed genuine and it made your heart ache as you imagined your son and daughter, resembling to harry.

“it all started with mudblood wasn’t it?” he asked, looking at the ring on your finger harry had given you once you two graduated from hogwarts and the war was over. “even i couldn’t believe i fell in love with you. someone who didn’t know this world could’ve possibly existed,” he fell back against the grass, looking up at the stars as you did the same.

“fuck, i wish it didn’t turn out this way and it hurts my heart,” he spoke with a cracked and pained voice.

“draco,” you held his hand, grass in between your guys fingers as you felt his hand tremble. “i hope you know i won’t leave harry, my kids,” his eyelids were shut tightly as he chewed onto his bottom lip, tears popping out of his ocean eyes. “but — i want to feel like a kid again. with you. the first guy i’ve fallen in love with in my youth, that will always remain my first love,” you whispered, turning as you had a view of his side profile.

“i’m not asking you to leave your family. just as long as you’re happy,” draco mumbled. “in another life we’ll be together, i promise,” you whispered as you opened his arm, hugging him by his side as he wrapped both of his arms on you, caressing your hair as you heard his heart bear faster in his chest.

“just — make sure he treats you right. that’s all i’m asking for,” he kissed your forehead. this felt like the first night you and draco got together, snuck out of your dorms and went down to the great lake to gaze under the night sky. white peppered clouds on the sky, as shining celestial stars bounced off your noses and the wind whispering in your ears.

“my love,” was the last thing he said.

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[lovetendencies]

DRACO MALFOY DRAFT

tw / self-harm, mentions of blood.

Although Draco wouldn't admit it, you and him had something on the line that his parents (especially Lucius) would never approve of. You knew what he thought of you, and it just made you more desperate for Draco, knowing he loved you back just the same way you did.

There were many times when Pansy would flirt with him, and he would flirt back jokingly to see your reaction. He had many flaws, and he was working on them for the sake of his relationship with you. Being long time best friends since the tender age of four, and the relationship only going stronger as years and maturity got the hold of it.

Because of his issues at home and messages between his parents, he would often burst into your dorm with a saddened expression, and lashed beside you under the covers without talking. It was nearly everyday that he would show you his sensitive side, and act oblivious or admit that it never happened. "You're a lunatic for thinking that happened!" he would yell at you whenever you brung it up, pulling him into an empty classroom or staying at his dorm room.

He would ignore you for days on end, apologize for hours, and cry or be vulnerable in your arms, and it was all a cycle. "I love you," he would whisper as he hugged you tighter and tighter to the point you'd be breathless until he caught on.

   But everything had changed when he brought up an idea that almost made your heart fall out of your mouth, the moment he walked into your dorm room with his bags in his hands, and over his shoulder: "Lets leave," he would say through teary eyes, and a wobbly lower lip. But when you tried to comfort him, he would move further and further away. "It's leave or stay. I could go either way but I'd rather have you come with me," he whimpered. "Please?"

That was what set you off the edge as your expression softened, you nodded, giving him a kiss on the lips before packing your bags, and helping you along the way. "I wanna ask you something," he said as he double checked no one would hear from the outside, inhaling before exhaling but soon what he thought of became a ridiculous idea. "Nevermind, I'm just glad you're coming with me," he said as he pulled you in for a tight hug.

"There's no one like you, you know?" he mumbled to himself. "Sometimes I feel ungrateful, useless, and unworthy to be yours. I wish I could do more better than what you get from me," he pulled away as he stared into your eyes. His grey eyes were almost piercing with pain and agony, they soon started to fill with tears, and his whimpers were almost loud enough for someone to hear.

Somehow, you thought that he wouldn't actually go through with this until he grabbed some of your personal possessions, placing it in his bag, taking out the Polaroid pictures of you and him when you told him you bought a camera from "The Muggle World", a place he despised. "We're keeping these. Let's leave before we get caught, okay?" he grabbed his bags, and some of yours with his free hands before walking out quietly.

Draco walked quickly and quietly, as if he did it often. You noticed how he barely wore hoodies until a few days ago, he would never stop wearing hoodies whenever it was free time, or whenever you would visit him at his manor. "Draco," you whispered as he continued to walk, trying to find his way out until he smiled, and walked out of Hogwarts with you following from behind. "Draco!" you yelled more clearly, he stopped in his tracks, and hastily turned to face you with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you okay?" you asked as his face started to go pale, gloomy. "Draco?" you repeated as he dropped the bags, the Polaroid pictures were on the ground, almost being swept up by the wind until he grabbed them and placed them in his pocket. "We just need to leave, and fast. If I just left you, I couldn't bear the fact that they would hunt you. I want you safe — with me," he mumbled.

He opened his mouth and closed it after he thought and thought. His blond hair was being grazed by the hands of the wind and night, the moon and stars looked down at him like an audience, his grey eyes were almost shining, and the way the wind was blowing against his clothing like the way he would undress himself. It felt rough, forced.

Though he stood there for a few minutes staring at you, he finally looked down at his shoes with an emotionless expression. "Are you still going to love me?" he whispered, inaudible but since you had good hearing you had nodded. Reassuring him that almost made him burst into tears, his eyes were nearly red, and his hair was messy until he fell on the ground, gripping big chunks until some strands started to part from his hair.

"You're not going to love me anymore," he whimpered. "Don't lie to me," he nearly had yelled that made you feel uneasy. He started to get aggressive but soften by each second that passes. "I told you not to love me, and yet you did, why did you?" he sniffled while rocking himself back and forth. "Draco, what's wrong?" You began to pull yourself together, and become the bigger person. Whenever you were upset, he was always there, reassuring you with open arms and giving you kisses on top of your head.

"No," he said repeatedly to himself until the wind pulled down his sleeve. At this point, he didn't care, and he couldn't face you until you grabbed his wrist. The Death Eater mark. It looked red, and his skin looked irritated. He had tried to scrub it off aggressively with a rag, there were cuts around it on his flesh, and you knew how painful it was. Although you were at loss for words, you began to kiss it, just like he did when he found out that you self-harmed.

He would treat it with tender care, kissing it each time he was in your dorm or his, or when you were both cuddling. Draco burst into tears as he found himself trying to trace his other arm to your free hand, holding you while tightening. "I'm sorry," he said repeatedly. "I didn't want it. I don't want this," Draco gathered the courage to face you, his arm was against your cheek as you smiled at him under the moon while the stars blinking as if clapping.

"We'll get through this," you whispered the same thing he would say when he kissed your scars. When you looked down at his arms, you noticed a small trace of blood just a few centimetres from the mark, it looked like he tried to cut off his skin. "Don't do this to yourself," you whispered, another thing he would say to you. "Do you still love me?" he sniffed through a stuffy nose until you nodded.

There wasn't anything that was going to change your mind about Draco. Feelings were feelings, and love was love. You were just fortunate enough to fall in love with he, who loved you back. He stared at you for a few minutes before thinking — you were his safety. Each time he laid eyes upon you, he would be calm, happy, himself. "I hope our kids are like you," he suddenly said that made you both smile. "Kids?" he laughed with a bit of tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Yeah, my mother already loves you and she can’t wait either,” he just didn't want to be like his father.

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[lovetendencies]

SMALL DRACO MALFOY DRAFT.

TW: blood, self-harm.

The whole world felt like it was in your hands when Draco was with you. He would make sure you were safe, financially taken care of, and bought you the best of everything that comes out.

You never dreamed of meeting someone like Draco. He was emotionally unavailable but, he, by himself, had allowed him to fall in love with you. He would never admit that but you knew because of the way he would stare at you from across the room, a party, or maybe whenever you would walk around the Great Halls at the Slytherin table.

He was possessive of you in the healthiest way possible. He knew you were his person, his best friend, his lover, and his world. You frankly knew as well that he was yours. “I never thought as to seek love with a best friend of mine,” he confessed earlier last year. “But I went and did so. I chased after the woman who loved me back, and I’m grateful for that because I love her as much as she loves me,” he gave you a friendship necklace that he made when you two met in your second years.

“I never liked you at first because of your mother’s connection with my father,” he chuckled. “But I’m willing to go through that stage and try to make sure you’re happier than I am,” you could remember Draco’ genuine smile for the first time. The smile he would flash everybody was fake, a hoax, nothing more than a smile that didn’t mean anything.

Now that you two were out of Hogwarts, the war was over, Voldemort defeated. He had proposed to you once it was over, once you guys weren’t in Hogwarts anymore. “Will you be willing to become Mrs. Malfoy?” he gave you a ring that fit perfectly around your ring finger. You two were at Malfoy Manor, his parents had approved, your parents approved, and overall everything was going your guys’ way.

Once you were engaged, you had never thought of bearing children until you told Draco you were, in fact, pregnant. He was terrified, angry, and inside he was genuinely happy. “But what if I’m a bad father? What if I become like my father? What if I’m not the father that child wants? What if—“ you put a finger up to his lips and hugged him, he softened, and he felt weak and vulnerable in your arms for the millionth time. You were the only person who was worthy enough to be shown his true feelings.

You kept reassuring Draco that he was going to be an excellent father, that he wasn’t going to turn out like his, Lucius Malfoy. He was hesitant at first. But when a little girl, Julia Malfoy, was born — he became at ease and self-assured that he wasn’t going to turn out like his father.

“Being with her has opened my eyes, that I’m not like him, nowhere near. I want to be loving, caring, and only show my two loves how weak and vulnerable I am,” he mumbled, kissing Julia’s forehead with a smile. “I don’t want any other woman in my life unless it’s my two girls,” he kissed her forehead once again until she had woken up.

Julia had the same features as Draco. His platinum blonde hair, pale complexion, grey eyes, and she was almost as perfect as him. She didn’t look like you at the slightest bit except the shape and the small mole under her lips; he kept looking at her with adoring eyes, she was squinting while trying to widen them.

Draco kept pulling down his sleeve on his left arm, trying to prevent himself of his daughter seeing it, and the harsh reality of what he went through. But you rolled them up, and saw small slits of scars around the Dark Mark, it was red from all the scrubbing he did the night previously. His past still haunted him, he had nightmares almost every night about the war and Voldemort.

But you had reminded him that you were on his side. That Draco shouldn’t be terrified anymore and that he was safe — because you, yourself, had gotten the Dark Mark as well with Draco. You rolled up your sleeves, flashing the Dark Mark towards him as his smile had threatened to fall. He didn’t like it when he was reminded but he felt relieved because he was with you, a woman, who had sacrificed everything in order to be with him.

“You don’t need to be scared anymore,” you whispered, grazing your fingers against his Dark Mark that gave him goosebumps. “I’m with you. I’ll always be with you. No other man or woman can change that at all,” you kissed his wrist. “I’ll make sure nobody ever hurts you again, my love,” and it felt like the first time all over again when he first said I love you on your last year of Hogwarts on the Hogwarts Express train.

He had whispered it to you with a genuine smile, holding your hand firmly, loving but gentle at the same time behind both of your guys’ back while talking to his friends.

Julia. It was her, and you.

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[lovetendencies]

HE HIT ME AND I FEEL LOVED — Draco Malfoy.

TW: physical abuse, blood.

“If you think you’re hurting, look at me!” he yelled out, pure anger in his eyes as he looked down at you. He gripped your hair through his fingers, pulling and yanking at your hair, throwing you around until he felt satisfied of the pain he’s giving you.

“Don’t you dare say that I’m the one who had it good!” Draco had yelled through gritted teeth, throwing you against the bed as he took off his black blazer. You didn’t do anything except lay there, looking at him, and wondering what would happen next. “You don’t know the things they said and did to me! You won’t get it because you grew up normal and afraid of useless shit!”

“You were the one who had it good, being protected and loved by your parents,” he grabbed a nearby plant vase and threw it across the room, smashing things that reminded you of someone else. You knew it wasn’t you who was constantly on his mind, all he did was sit there in silence and kept to himself about the other girl he loved that wasn’t you. You were tired of Draco dismissing your feelings for him.

He thought nobody loved him.

“Draco,” you mumbled, slowly getting up as he stared at you from the corner of the room, grabbing a black belt he used on you almost too often. As he inched himself closer to you, his hair was falling down on his forehead, and he looked angry. Pure anger, intense wrath, and lust he was so terrified to release.

He hovered over you, grabbed and rubbed your chin in circular motions with his thumb. “I’m sorry. I love you, darling,” he kissed your nose until he had hit your thigh with the black belt, leaving a red and pink imprint. The pain felt like boiling lava. “This type of love, I love. The love I should have, I hate,” as another slash of his belt hit your skin, creating small spurts of blood until you had unwanted tears rolling down your cheeks, black mascara rolling down.

He got on his knees and began to kiss your thighs and then down to your legs that had bandages. Last weeks slashing that had hurt less than this one, and at one point, you were starting to love the pain. It made you feel real, that you existed, and this was your reality. The Draco you knew back at Hogwarts was done, finished, over. He wasn’t himself anymore since the war had happened.

This type of pain and love you both had, you both desperately had a turn-on for; Draco loved hurting things that were almost too beautiful to be true, hurting them if they were really his.

This oneshot was fucking confusing, I’m sorry.

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[lovetendencies]

WEDDING NIGHT — Tom Riddle.

TW: knives, blood.

   You didn't know much about Tom's world. You only knew Earth, a world that he would call "Muggle World". You didn't know how you got him in the first place since he had every women thirst over him because of his dark curly brown hair, his enchanting blue eyes, and a sharp jawline with a good physique. It was an enigma why he liked you, and it felt as though you weren't good enough for him.

I can't promise an entire lifetime with you, he would often say and it would break your heart more and more. He was always looking another way when you were looking the other, he seemed to be more interest in power, respect, and knowledge. You knew he had a burning drive for power, and you know that it would always be his first priority above all things, even you. But there was nobody else you've loved more than he himself, Tom Riddle.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, up and down, remembering of Toms words when he saw what was under your usual long sleeved shirts. He would hold them against his hand while looking up at you in the eye, it felt like he was showing you that he cared, but it felt like, not enough. "You do this to yourself?"he would say through gritted teeth, thinking of things that he would do if it was someone else. But no, it was you so he left it alone.

He was more action than verbal — or a mix of both; you wore a long black wedding dress with lace upon your arms to hide the scars that never seemed to fade, and a black veil to cover your entire face. The theme was black since he didn't seem to enjoy bright colours, and you didn't mind.

   If there was one thing that made you wonder about Tom — it was that the Wizarding World he lived in, he didn't seem to be a good influence. From the endless stories he told you, he was more feared than he was here, he had left because he wanted something new than the "same predictable" things. For whatever reason, you liked the thought of being Tom's permanent significant other, and going back to his world or stay here whenever he wants to.

Your life was more in his hands than yours, you liked the thought of being his, and deciding your own decisions. "Are you ready?" someone had asked as you nodded. You were lead to a large door, a dark chocolate coloured door that looked intimidating, but nothing would be more intimidating than Tom himself. As the piano started playing, it had opened to see a small crowd of your family and friends, he had no family to bring but it was better than none.

No, he wanted nobody to come since he wanted it to be private but you wanted to see everyone you cared about get married to the love of your life. The guy who seemed to be waiting for you, the guy who only had his eyes on you, and often told you that it was just you. As you began to walk down the aisle with no bouquet in hand, he stood there with his black suit, a rose in his pocket, his hair was neatly styled as you noticed his eyes, and how loosened up he looked. With a small stare, you smiled.

Although he kept his poker face, he had looked down at you before raising a hand to the priest. He whispered in a quiet voice that only the both could hear but whispers in the church from your family and friends, it was audible. What he said had almost made your heart fall out of your chest, and he seemed to say it in a small tender voice that felt weakened, vulnerable.

    "Are you sure that you love me?" he whispered with his small calming voice he only showed you. "Are you sure? You can wait," he looked down at you. "Are you still going to love me knowing what I've done?" he moved back. You could only smile with a nod, you wanted nothing more than just to be with him. Tom still stared down at you with a straight face but a small smile you saw through those eyes.

Knowing he had no family, he never knew what love was, and you were more than willing to teach him. As the priest continued, you said your vows before kissing each other intimately than how he would usually do. It felt like he cared though he explained multiple times that he couldn't feel love, care, and a sort of family. But he had told you that you made him feel emotions that were nearly close to it.

     As the small wedding came to an end and the day going to dusk, you would both go down to a dock with a knife in his hand. "Would you be mine, and mine only? Take my last name, rule the Wizarding World with me, and be known as He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named significant other?" Everything he said almost came down as a whisper but you understood everything. "Would you stick by my side knowing what I've done and will do?" he stared at you with a stern expression.

The blue eyes you seemed to be so attracted to, as you believe it could hide many feelings beside happiness. And you understood that his hide agony, pain, and wrath. "Yes, I will," you smile at him as his expression softened. "Will you remain truthful, and faithful to me as I will do for you?" Then again, you had nodded as the smile on your face became wider. "To you, Riddle," he whispered down at you, grabbing your hand, slitting a small cut on the palm with a small sting.

He cut his own palm with the knife, put it down on a small chair on the dock before you looked up at him as he did the same with you. Although it felt like forever, blood was dripping on the dock, as the moon and stars started to appear. "Will you become one with me?" he whispered. "If you don't then I might as well die," he pursued his lips as you had nodded. "I'm yours," you whispered as he grabbed your hand, rubbing the blood against each other while giving each other a small intimate kiss.

You've both become one.

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[lovetendencies]

“I KNOW YOU DON’T SEE WHAT I SEE,”

Cedric Diggory whispered.

“You’re so perfect under this flesh, in that big heart of yours. It’s what matters more than just the skin and the exterior,” he whispered, grabbing hold of your arm. “I know that they say you’re not worthy, that you were not good enough for anyone — but that’s not true at all,”

He rubbed up and down your back, he contained his tears that threatened to fall down his blue eyes. You didn’t feel like crying. You felt like giving up. “But, my love,” he whispered, cupping your cheeks with his hands. “I’ll make sure they’re fucking sorry if they hurt you again,”

It was all that he said until he had smiled, it was chilling yet loving at the same time.

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[lovetendencies]

ANGEL HAS A FACE.

TW / death, knives.

“There’s nothing you could do to me that I - or they - wouldn’t have done to me already,” he whispered, his voice stone cold and monotone, his expression still, and the corners of his lips curling into a half smile.

“But I know you’d do anything to hurt me,” his voice cracked and he softened. “And I’d be willing to go through all the pain if it means that you know I love you,” he handed you a black dagger and pressed it against his heart, the black suit he wore, and he had hoped for you to press down into his flesh.

“If you love me, you’ll do this for me,” he began to smile, caressing your cheek with his hands before he had pressed himself against the dagger softly. Draco Malfoy. He was a tragic and broken character is what you had thought of him.

“Holding me in your arms, it’s no good,” you whispered. “I know you want to hurt me, to love me, to kill me, to kiss me, to maim me,” Draco’s platinum blond hair started to fall on his face, the hair he would desperately try to style and lay back has finally fell and crashed down.

Draco didn’t cry nor did he move, he kept pressing the dagger against his heart as if wanting to die anyway, no matter what you said.

IF AN ANGEL HAD A FACE, IT WAS DRACO MALFOY.

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[lovetendencies]

FROM, CEDRIC DIGGORY

TW! mentions of eating disorder, body dysmorphia, self-harm, body image./ I also added a little song while you can read this. I do this always.

You knew that Cedric was growing suspicious of you slowly. He noticed that you haven’t gained weight lately, you wore his long hoodies (which he didn’t mind), baggy sweatpants, and you didn’t look how you used to anymore.

Cedric was upset knowing your cheekbones were a bit hollow than chubby. He wasn’t the type to go for looks but for personality, the gender didn’t really matter either because he believed love was love. He liked your chubby cheeks, the fat on your stomach that he loved to squish and adore, the stretch marks on your thighs and love handles. He was too perfect to be with you.

The obvious difference with the attractiveness between you two were widely different, he was good-looking, stands up for you, while you on the other hand stay frozen in spot whenever a female would say you weren’t perfect enough for Cedric. But he would always say that you were gorgeous, perfect, and beautiful.

The moment you saw Cedric, you became insecure really quickly whenever he was around you because you felt as though you weren’t worthy enough in his presence. He would have constant attention and flirting from females (and a few males in some cases), and yet he noticed how you stayed distant, quiet, and remained in the background without a word spoken to him. It was more opposites attract. He was popular, Captain (and seeker) on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, good-looking, smart, and yet for some reason he chose you.

‘’You don’t love me,’’ you whispered to him that he couldn’t quite make out. You remembered the first time he said ‘I love you’ to you. You almost laughed because you thought it was a joke but remembered it was Cedric Diggory, he often kept his word, and spoke truth without sugarcoating. You remembered how sad he looked. ‘’I do. I really, really do,’’ as he tried to pull you in for a hug, you distanced yourself from him a bit that made him even more sadder.

‘’I don’t know what makes you think I don’t love you. I knew the moment I saw you -- why can’t you understand that? You’re the only one for me, and I don’t think I could handle it if you were to leave me’’ he stretched out his hand before looking up at you for consent, he knew that you didn’t like anyone touching you because of the insecurities you felt. ‘’But I’m not nearly as pretty as all the other girls, Cedric, how could you possibly--’’

‘’You’re pretty, gorgeous, beautiful, ethereal!’’ he almost said in a rough and stern voice but soon it softened. ‘’Anything positive in the whole world -- it’s you!’’ he cried as you could only watch him in disbelief, as though he really did mean what he said. ‘’Why can’t you see you’re more valid than you think? You don’t need all the shorts, tank tops, jeans or anything to change yourself -- and I’ll still love you for who you are!’’ he slowly inched himself over to you, looking up at you for consent as you had nodded in which he grabbed your arm and pulled up your sleeves.

You felt his breath hitch as he looked down at the small fading slits of lines on your wrist. ‘’These -- can’t you see they’re beautiful too? You suffered a lot and I admire you for that, not your appearance,’’ he then placed a small kiss on each of them, he always knew how to treat them with tenderness, care, and love. ‘’You’re in my hands now, and I’ll never intent on hurting you. Not ever. I won’t lay my eyes on anyone else as long as I’m with you,’’ he whispered.

His eyes were almost filled with tears as he looked down at your arm. At this point, your eyes were filled with tears as well, he was pointing out all of your insecurities, telling you with a gentle tone that all of them were perfect. ‘’Your body hair, this is natural, you shouldn’t cry or wear long sleeves because of it. If you want to, go for it but I’ll never think of you as imperfect,’’ it almost came out as a whisper.

‘’If you think I love you because of your appearance then you’re foolish,’’ he looked up at you with eyes that made you weak in the knees. He looked at you with consent once again, he grabbed your leg and pulled it up on his lap, pulling your jeans that showed your leg you didn’t shave for awhile. ‘’Look at this, it’s natural and beautiful,’’ he whispered. ‘’You don’t need to shave in order to feel perfect,’’ he smiled with care. ‘’Don’t shave because others tell you to!’’

And soon after, he began kissing everything about you from head-to-toe that he admired about you. You admitted that you were brought to tears as he pulled down your glasses from your eyes, and soon he kissed your forehead with a small whimper escaping his lips. ‘’It’s you, it’s you,’’ he repeated two times. ‘’It’s always going to be you. I don’t care if you’re quiet or prefer to be alone but I’ll still always be there for you when you need me. If you want a shoulder to cry on, I’m there. If you want a hand with your homework, I’m there. If you want a family or don’t, I’ll still be there,’’ he smiled.

‘’Whatever you want,’’ he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours. ‘’I love you,’’ and soon you were brought to tears even more, it was streaming down your cheeks. You didn’t wear mascara or eyeshadow like most girls so you didn’t have to worry about it smudging off. Cedric didn’t care if you wore make-up either, he didn’t care if you wanted to wear comfortable clothing, he didn’t care about anything except you unless you want it. He was selfless but he was perfect.

It was hard to believe that he loved you despite everyone going after him. ‘’I love you too,’’ you muttered that came out softly that made his tears wash away, he smiled widely before hugging you tightly. 

You didn’t deserve him.

    You still remembered the time when Cedric had first saw you naked, when you both had taken each other’s virginity (and it made you comfortable because he was just as new as you were).

You felt insecure because he was staring at you up and down before he had smiled. ‘’Come here,’’ he gestured a hand to him before you did as he said. He grabbed your hand and began to place small kisses on it while muttering the words: ‘’perfect,’’ until he stopped at the body hair you deeply hated. ‘’gorgeous,’’ he said while kissing your thighs that also had body-hair ‘’You’re adorable to me. Everything from your head to your feet,’’ he smiled at you.

You had one of your arms covering your stomach before he softly moved it away. He began to kiss the fat on your stomach with a smile. ‘’Still so gorgeous,’’ he whispered. Cedric still remained having a smile on his face despite all the turn-offs about your body. You weren’t perfect, you admitted that, and so did other people that stared at you with envies with you and Cedric would walk the corridors of Hogwarts.

But since you were staying with him for the summer, he had all you to himself and his parents, admiring and loving every inch of you while talking good about you to his parents. He spoke about starting a family with you as soon as you two graduated from Hogwarts. He said he wanted a girl and a boy, he already had a girl name picked out and he wanted you to name the boy. He thought so much as you could only think about little.

    ‘’You see this?’’ he looked up at you. ‘’So, so perfect,’’ before he had moved down to an area that made you heat up.

Cedric wasn’t one to notice something that easily if it was concealed perfectly. But you left obvious traces that you hadn’t intended for him to see, there was a small garbage under his bed that you kept and emptied out once there was a splash of food in it. He would add more food to your plate and come back with little food on it. He noticed that you wore more hoodies than usual and in Summer, and stayed in bed.

Though he noticed, you didn’t know why you were leaving traces everywhere. You vowed to yourself that you’d hide everything more securely and secretly. ‘’You have gotten skinny lately,’’ as he began to big spoon you before he had sat up on his bed against his head board. ‘’Is there something you’re not telling me? Are you sick?’’ Cedric asked in a worried tone. ‘’Yeah,’’ you nodded. ‘’I’m getting sick, don’t worry, it’ll wear off soon with a little more rest,’’ you smiled as you had begun to lay back down.

You felt your heart beat out of your chest as you heard the pain and voice crack in his voice: ‘’You’re lying,’’ he mumbled. ‘’I know you haven’t been eating for three days. I kept thinking that you would stop and eventually eat a lot like you used to. How can I be so stupid and oblivious to that?’’ he began to hit his forehead with his palm. You quickly got up, reached to stop him as a small patch of redness was appearing on his forehead. ‘’Don’t do that! You’re going to hurt yourself!’’ you yelled as you held his hand in yours.

‘’You’re already hurting me,’’ he let it out in a hushed and quiet tone, a heart-breaking one. ‘’If you hurt, I do too! If you cry, I do too! If you’re happy and smiling, I am too!’’ he looked at you with pursued lips. ‘’Can’t you see my whole world evolves around you and only you?’’ he whispered. ‘’How many times am I going to say that we’re connected? That I love you and only you, I don’t want anybody else. I don’t want you to hurt yourself because of anyone else -- or worse, me,’’ he whimpered. ‘’I’ll keep saying it if I have to -- I don’t mind having to remind you everyday that you’re beautiful! Chubby, glasses, body-hair,’’ he continued. ‘’I love these,’’ he held his free hand over your wrist.

‘’Please don’t stop eating because of me or anyone,’’ he whispered. At that point, Cedric had dark under eye circles, and you knew that he was worried enough that he was lacking sleep. He looked as though he wasn’t eating either, as a product of worrying so much. Cedric’s father, Amos, knocked on the door as he came in, and almost immediately, Cedric pulled the blanket over you as you wore nothing but his hoodie and your underwear.

‘’Are you guys okay? I’ve heard a few yells and I thought --’’ he eyed Cedric with a raised eyebrow before shaking his head. ‘’No, it’s okay,’’ he smiled, as Amos was about to leave, he raised his hand in the air and asked his father a question. ‘’Don’t you think they’re beautiful?’’ he asked his father. ‘’Of course! Why wouldn’t they be? Definitely makes my boy happy, he won’t shut up about you when he talks about having a big famil--’’ and with a small yelp, Cedric got up and closed the door, leaning on it with an awkward smile.

‘’You weren’t supposed to hear that,’’ he rubbed his neck as you laughed as soon as you heard a click on his bedroom lock behind his back. ‘’But can’t you see? You don’t need to change yourself,’’ he walked over to his side of the bed and sat down, inching his hand over to yours. ‘’I want you to be healthy, radiant, and perfect like you were already before. I’ll be here for you no matter what,’’ he smiled as he went in for a kiss on your lips which seemed to last for awhile.

Cedric will be the death of you.

You never met a guy who didn’t go for appearances. Not until you met him. Cedric just seemed to be the epitome of grace, beauty, and love. There didn’t seem to be an inch of hatred in him (that is unless someone tells you ‘’unnecessary things’’ as he would say or the protection of his family) Though you were grateful for Cedric, you still couldn’t help but feel insecure still, though he reassured you multiple times you shouldn’t be.

        After you two had woken up, went down for breakfast, he made sure to give you an omelette with side pieces of bacon, trying to wrestle his father who was fighting for the last piece. ‘’This is for them!’’ Cedric had playfully yelled at his father before Amos had given up, he put the last piece on your plate and pushed it to you. He had already put so much on your plate as he leaned against the table, his head resting against the palm of his hand with a smile. ‘’But shouldn’t you eat some too? You only have crumbs of bacon and a little piece of egg on your plate. Here, I’ll give you some--’’ he shook his head with a tut. ‘’I’m not leaving this table and eat myself until I see you eat everything,’’

Cedric said in a strict but soft voice as you smiled. After having a deep conversation with him last night, he now knew that you felt fat even before you put a piece of food in your mouth, even if you bite it repeatedly before swallowing it. ‘’Ethereal,’’ slipped under his breath until he looked away with an awkward face, his lips in a blowing motion as his eyes darted at the ceiling. ‘’Alright guys, don’t need to see this at the table early in the morning,’’ his father shut the pages of The Daily Prophet, got up from the table and left.

Cedric and you shared a laugh. After a couple of minutes, you finished with a small burp that made him smile. He poked your plump cheek before kissing it, his eyes seemed to be the lifted from the dark circles, as if overnight he lost them while you on the other hand still had them.

‘’I love you, you know that right?’’ he asked with curiosity in his voice as you chuckled. ‘’I know that. You tell me everyday, Cedric,’’ a small corner of his lips lifted. ‘’And I keep planning to,’’ he kissed your cheek before getting up from the table, putting your plate in the sink with a small clunk. ‘’I love you too,’’ you said first time in awhile that made him stop in his tracks until he smiled more than he has before, at that point, he looked ecstatic and euphoric. 

Even on the Hogwarts Express when you two were boarding, he made sure to sit beside you in a small unoccupied room, having a small conversation. Though you two were in different houses, he being in Hufflepuff and you in -- you didn’t have enough time to finish your thoughts until he kissed you.

As if reminding you that he loved you, that you were his, and he was yours. ‘’Cedric Diggory,’’ you whispered enough that made him chuckle. ‘’Yes, my love?’’ the first time in awhile he said that. ‘’Love you forever,’’ you quietly spoke, his eyes brightening and his expression softening as he leaned in to kiss your forehead, giving you an ear bud listening to your guys’ song. 

        ‘’Love you forever,’’ he whispered.

    Side note: I am the author of this small oneshot. I wish everyone well whoever has trouble with their body image, I know how it feels and I’m deeply sorry for whatever made you feel that type of way. I hope in a way, Cedric Diggory, had helped made you feel better.

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[lovetendencies]

HE SWORE TO THE DOVE

he never wanted to hurt people

he wanted to feel loved

just for two minutes

[lovetendencies]

HE LOVES THAT M4 CARBINE AND BLACK BALISONG MORE THAN ME.

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