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slytherinwh0re · 3 years

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I’m yours

Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors dni), this is kinda fluffy, swearing (I literally always cuss, it’s just a given at this point lol)

Summary: Where you go to the Malfoy’s for a party and you and Draco’s relationship finally takes the turn you both wanted.

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Requested by anon, lmk if you like it (:

“You look beautiful (y/n), Draco’s inside waiting for you.” Narcissa says as she pulls away from the quick hug, greeting your parents in the same friendly fashion.

You walk through the large manor quickly, trying to find the familiar head of platinum hair that belonged to your best friend. However your search kept getting interrupted, many of your parents friends stopping you for boring conversations and of course trying to marry you off to one of their sons, because nothing was more important than pure blood babies in their eyes. You were used to it though, that’s basically the point of having these extravagant parties, but you’d be damned if you’d be forced into a loveless marriage for the sake of blood purity.

“You’ll adore him darling, he’s quite the handsome boy.” Says the woman whose name you didn’t bother learning as she rambled on about her son, you merely nodded as you let your eyes rake over the sea of people, finally locking eyes with the boy you’ve been looking for. Draco had already been looking at you and the thought made you smile.

“Sorry ma’am I actually have something important to attend to right now.” You say, already walking away from the frowning lady. His eyes trail your figure and you mentally pat yourself on the back for picking out this dress, the black satin material fits you like a second layer of skin, the high slit showed off a long tan leg, and the off the shoulder sleeves displayed your collar bones nicely. You looked good and you knew it.

“Where have you been?” You question once you reach him, giving the blonde a quick kiss on the cheek like you usually do when you see him.

“Sorry love, I got stuck talking to Mrs. Parkinson, you know how she is.” Draco says pulling you in for a hug. “You look fucking amazing in that dress.” He whispers in your ear making you shiver. The effect he had on you was something you couldn’t get used to no matter how much time you spent with him.

“Thank you.” You blush. “You don’t look too bad yourself Draco.” He’s wearing one of his signature fitted all black suits that made you weak in the knees.

You’ve been best friends since you were children but as you grew older there was no denying that the relationship was changing. Both of you now matured knew that whatever this was it was a lot more than just friendship. Why you hadn’t acted on it yet, neither of you knew. Maybe it was because of the impending war or maybe just the fear of losing one another but neither of you could hide the obvious feelings you stored for each other.

“Come on, we’ll both need a drink to get through the rest of the night.” He led the way to the table full of various types of alcohol, pouring you each a shot of fire whiskey, your favorite.

“Another for good luck?” You ask right after throwing back the first one.

“You read my mind (y/l/n).” He winks while handing you your second shot. The effects of the alcohol and the handsome boy in front of you immediately make you feel more relaxed.

“Let’s dance!” You exclaim as you watch others gather in the center of the room with a partner, before he could even respond you’d already grabbed his hand and led him towards the dancing people.

You knew he didn’t really like dancing but he followed you without complaint because as he had told you once before, he’d rather scoop out his own eyeballs than to watch some foul git put their hands on you, you take full advantage of that information any chance you get. This was one of those situations, because damn did you love dancing, especially with Draco.

You grab his hands, swaying both of you to the fast rythm of the music. The smile on his face as he spins you around the other dancers makes your heart soar with so much affection for the blonde that you can’t stop the giggles from spilling out your mouth.

“You’ll be the death of me (y/n) (y/l/n).” He says as you stumble into his chest, dizzy from all the spinning.

When the tempo of the music changes into something slower, Draco grabs the small of your back and pulls you into him so you’re chest is pressed to his. You wrap your arms around his neck and he holds your waist as you sway to the music, the atmosphere changing drastically, neither of you paying attention to anything around you.

“Take me upstairs Draco.” You whisper in his ear. You feel him go rigid as he pulls back to look at you, both knowing this is point of no return. Draco’s eyes search yours for any trace of hesitation, once he finds none he’s taking your hand and leading you through the crowd of people towards the staircase.

You could hear the blood pumping through your veins as you stepped into his familiar bedroom. He walks you over to the foot of his bed and grabs your chin, tilting it up to look at you and then his lips are on yours. Every emotion you feel for him is poured into the kiss, his lips caressing yours so gently it almost doesn’t seem real.

“Do you want this (y/n)?” He questions pulling away from the sweet kiss.

“I’m yours Draco.” Is all you have to say before he’s kissing you again, this time more urgently. He pulls away and turns you around so your back is to his chest and you face the mirror in front of his bed.

He grabs your hair and pushes it to the side as he litters kisses on your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin. He had one hand flat on your stomach pushing you against him and the other running down the side of your body over the tight dress, your head was thrown back, loving the way his hands feel on you.

He pulls back, looking at you through the mirror, moving the hand on your stomach to the zipper on the back of your dress. “Go ahead Draco.” You encourage as he looks at you for approval. He kisses the back of your neck before slowly unzipping the fabric, watching as the satin material falls silently at your feet, leaving your chest bare for him to see, the only thing covering you is the lacy underwear on your hips as you step out the dress.

“So beautiful.” He whispers as he moves both hands to massage your breasts, never looking away from your body in the mirror, making small moans leave your mouth. He has on far too much clothes so you turn to face him, pulling off his suit jacket and then his tie, tossing them carelessly, and then unbuttoning his dress shirt slowly, leaving a kiss on his chest every time more of his pale skin is revealed to you.

The handsome boy watches your every move as you look up at him while you undo his belt and trousers. Once his pants fall to the ground he kicks them off along with his shoes, bringing you back to him for a needy kiss, your naked chests pressed together.

“Jump.” You do as you’re told, wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands on your ass as he carries you towards the big bed and lays you down on the edge. His lips kiss down your body towards your soaked panties, kneeling in front of you and pulling away to unclasp the heels on your feet.

Draco hooks his finger around your underwear and you lift your hips so he can slide them off, the cold air on your pussy makes you shiver. You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can watch what he’s about to do to you, a smirk rests on his lips seeing the state you’re in.

“You’re already dripping love.” He teases as he lifts your legs over his shoulders.

“Please just touch me already Draco.” You beg, making him dive right in. His tongue flat against your soaked center, devouring you in every sense of the word. Your hands find his hair tugging on it making him moan against you which in turn makes you scream out his name.

His lips wrap around your clit making your hips buck and you can practically feel the smirk on his lips as you throw your head back, filthy moans spilling from your mouth. Your grip on his hair tightening as he pushes a long finger into your entrance, curling it with every thrust.

“Draco.” You breathe out, not able to form any coherent thoughts as he completely ravishes you. Desperate whines leave your lips as you feel yourself about to release and that’s when he pulls away from you completely.

“When you cum, it’s gonna be around my dick.” He states as he tear off his boxers, watching you shuffle to the center of his bed. His dick slaps him on the stomach and you rub your legs together seeing the precum already leaking out his tip.

“Show me what I’ve been missing out on.” You say, making him smile as he moves to kneel in front of you on the bed, your legs once again wrap around his waist and his dick presses against your slick folds.

He guides himself to your entrance and with a final nod of approval he’s pushing into you. Both moaning as he moves his hips at a steady pace, your soaked walls clenching around him tightly.

Draco’s hands move up the sides of your body, making sure not an inch of skin goes untouched. He lower himself so he can kiss along your neck, sucking on spots that make you moan his name, surely leaving marks that will remind you of this night for the next few days.

Your nails scratch down his back making him groan as he thrusts into you faster. Suddenly he’s pulling out of you and flipping you over so your laying on your stomach. He lifts you hips so you’re on your knees and you arch your back, pushing yourself back on to him desperately.

“You take me so well my love, I always knew you would.” He says as he slams into you repeatedly, completely wrecking your body in the best way possible.

“Oh Draco.” The moans that leave your mouth are relentless once he hits that spot that makes your toes curl and your head feel fuzzy from the pleasure you’re receiving. When his hand wraps around your throat and pulls you up so your back is against his chest you know it was the beginning to the end.

“Who do you belong to (y/n)?” He asks while continuously driving into you.

“I’m yours Draco, I’m all yours.” You cry out as his other hand finds your clit, rubbing circles into you, making your head falls back onto his shoulder as his fingers tightens around your neck.

“Cum for me love.” Is all he says as you finally hit your high. Your walls clench around him and your vision goes white, the waves of pleasure wash over your body as you scream his name. Raspy moans fall from his lips as his release takes over his body, leaving both of you completely spent.

You fall back onto the bed and he lays next you so you’re facing each other. His hand caressing your cheek, his thumb running over your bottom lip.

“Every man down there had their eyes on you all night.” He claims.

“I only have eyes for one man and if he keeps fucking me like that I’ll have to marry him.” You tease with a smile on your face, making him laugh.

“I’ve known I would marry you since we were 15 (y/n), I’ve always loved you.” He admits.

“And I love you Draco.”

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lilyrachelcassidy · 3 years

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Summer Nights (2)

A/N: Is that... is that...? The unbridled enthusiasm I’m hearing? Or are you trying to reach me with torches and pitchforks for being so untrustworthy? Assuming the first option.

Anyway -- Yes, as I promised, this is the second part of the Summer Nights which you would hopefully enjoy. Waiting for your feedback. It’s the INDEX if you need a refresher.

ALSO, I give a lot of credit to @drawlfoy and @bored-and-botheredwho helped me with editing this chapter and steamed off my emotional breakdown related to my writing (lmao). I love you so much gals and a big THANK U once more!!!

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: coarse language; alcohol; Narcissa turning into a shitty-mother (lol)

Tags: @war-sword @paradigmax @winnsmills @idkatee@bforbroadway @okaydraco

The next thing Draco knew, he was being woken up with a massive hangover in the snuggly, way-too-comfortable bed by the high-pitched squeal of his mother.

"You, darling, made a lot of trouble for yourself yesterday," Narcissa admonished her son, a glacial cool look on her face. Entering Draco's hotel apartment, she walked over to the window and opened the drapes with one swift movement, splashing an annoyed Draco with light. He groaned, not yet daring to complain due to his mother's livid mood, to say the least.

"You have no idea of what happened yesterday, do you?"

"Yyy-" was the only sound he could make. God, where to the fuck was he? He hadn't been this plastered in forever.

"Of course you don't." Narcissa shook her head and laughed nervously, although she made it plainly obvious there was nothing humorous about the situation. "You blacked out so hard in that sleazy bar there is no way you can recall anything from yesterday. Look at you -- you are squinting at me like I'm the sun!"

Draco nervously ran his finders through his disheveled hair. He was definitely not in the right mind to provoke the conflict. "I left you the note at the reception," he informed her, trying to slickly get out of the unenviable conversation. "Told the receptionist to hand it over."

Contrary to his mother's accusatory ascertainment, he actually had some glimpses of the previous night (or should he say an all-night rave?). There were for sure drinks -- a lot of drinks; a variety of kinds he didn't recognize from the magical world but still guzzled delightfully. The second recollection was dancing --which wasn't his intention, but with some luck of his -- got invited by some hot-looking chicks from across the table. And yes, he definitely remembers the swaying and the rhythmical moving of the hips along with some cheesy muggle vibes mixed with the smell of booze and weed. Maybe he even hooked up with one of the girls? The last thing he recollects before passing out, almost like through a haze, was seeing Narcissa's furious face screaming something incoherent at him. Overall, that's his all night wrapped in one.

"Do you think the mere note 'I will be fine' was going to calm down my shattered nerves? Draco Lucius Malfoy, I swear to our dear ancestors, I did not raise you to act so irresponsibly." She waved the finger at him warningly. “We come from rich history. You are the descendant from a line of successful forefathers who put their effort into building up our reputation. Do you think Lucius would approve of such unrestrained behavior? I’ve been already hearing of letting you be too careless. Is tha-"

"Mother, could we skip the lecture?" Draco snapped angrily, try as he might to suppress it. "I've heard it too many times. All I’m trying to have is a peaceful life. Without the prying eyes of the media and the meddling of my family..."

"And all I’m trying to have is an integrated, happy family to offer you support and love.” Draco opened his mouth to cut her in, but she shushed him with a wave, clearly suggesting 'Don’t even get me started’ meaning. “I’ve been- been trying to get a job, going through the infelicitous job interviews and looking for a solution to help our household through the post-war crisis. Have you shown any interest in that? Any?"

"But mo-"

"The last thing I want to have on my mind is dealing with your ignorant, boyish transitional stages, and let me tell you -- you do not make it any easier for me," she said without taking a breath. She exhaled slowly and continued, this time forcing a softer tone. "I ask you one thing for this summer. Let it be an enjoyable time without unnecessary conflicts. We have come to the beautiful country as France. Let's make a good thing out of it."

Draco, who was already wide awake by the buzz of adrenaline, looked at her with a serious expression. Scanning her face made him suddenly realize how hard must it have been for her to bear everything, and seeing the bags of tiredness under her beautiful, hazel eyes stopped him from retorting. "Mother, no matter what happens, I'll always support you. Remember that."

Narcissa smiled. “Oh. I know, honey, I know.” This time she lowered her voice by two octaves, slowly sitting at the edge of the bed. “It’s just… people have been gossiping behind our backs lately, partly throwing the blame at us. All I’m trying to do is protect us from those tormentors. But your binge drinking is not making the deadlock any better, and it drives me mad.” She chortled a little bit and patted Draco’s palm. “So, until the rumors die down, all we can do is raise our chins high.” Narcissa ended, her voice encouraging yet plaintive.

The last thing Draco liked is seeing his mother on the verge of emotional exhaustion, like in this moment. He felt an instant surge of sympathy, so he quickly found himself locking Narcissa in the supportive embrace. She responded to the gesture by wrapping her arms around her son’s neck and stroking his cheek delicately with the back of her hand, just like in the old times. Both of them yearningly wished to come back to those years of frivolity.

"I promise I'll try to be better," Draco said with certainty. Seeing Narcissa’s eyes light up in gratefulness and the smiley dimples form on her features, he assured himself it was the right thing to say at that mother-son moment.

“How could I be so lucky to have such a wise boy,” she muttered proudly, kissing Draco at the top of his head. “But perhaps you should not restrain yourself too much during the holiday. I give you the partial alibi per se. Just keep it under control.”

Smiling, Narcissa got up, straightening up her impeccable posture as in the habit of the high-status woman. For the first time in that day, Draco noticed how elegantly she was dressed up: the black, partly lacy dress stopping at the level of her knees; the shiny-white pearl jewelry perfectly matching her entire outfit; dark yet not defiant high-heels; andhair fixed up in the tight bun. In Draco’s opinion, she looked too prim...even for herself.

"Mother, are you heading somewhere?" he asked curiously.

“Well…” she started, blushing. “I’m going to see my old friend in the coffee shop. I haven’t been there for ages, so it’s one of the chances to meet up with them. Hopefully, you are going to take care of yourself for a few days.”

"Days?" he asked, shocked.

“You didn’t expect me to travel from town to town, did you?” she laughed lightly. “Bordeaux is quite a route to overcome. So I might be settling there for a few nights. Do you mind it, darling?”

Was he positive about the information? Did he mind? Partly yes. He didn’t imagine the prospect of wandering around the alleys of France on his own, especially on the first day of being there. But from the other side, seeing the joy painted on his mother’s face as she told him about the planned get-together made him feel less skeptical. Plus, getting rid of the extreme supervision for a few days wouldn’t be such a disaster as well.

As he calculated now, the ratio about the idea was 90% pro and 10% against.

"Of course not," he said simply, smiling at his mother.

"I knew you would understand." The crease of uncertainty on her forehead disappeared, and she let out a sigh of relief. "Meanwhile... I have already booked you the brunch downstairs but seeing as you are not in the wholesome state, I might order a delive-"

"Don't..." Draco opposed, rising from the bed and throwing the nearest shirt he could find over his head. "I'll come down. Some fresh air may be a cure for a hangover. Oh, and speaking of hangovers -- do you happen to have an anti-hangover potion?"

Narcissa let out a quiet chuckle and clapped her hands, seemingly satisfied with herself. Her tranquil gaze landed on the cupboard. "As a matter of self-preservation, yes, I do. Try searching inside the bedside cabinet."

He thanked her and then they talked with each other a little bit longer until Narcissa took the pocket watch out of her handy purse, noted the time ("Merlin's Beard, I am so tardy! I'm going to be alone on the platform if I stay here a minute longer!), and –a little startled with her inadvertency – hurriedly declared she should get going ("I really should get going Draco!”). Pecking her son twice on the cheeks as a farewell, she rushed towards the door and, for the last time, turned around to blow a brief motherly goodbye kiss. She left in such a hurry that the only sign indicating her presence in the room a few seconds ago was her familiar perfume lingering about in the air.

Draco gathered his clothes, and after half an hour of very difficult preparations while dealing with the consequences of yesterday's actions -- because the potion finally hits after two to three hours -- he found himself in front of the hotel's restaurant. As he walked in, he had to admit the room enchanted him with its lovely atmosphere, which brought back the memories of his first Hogwart's magical feast as an eleven-year-old boy.

With the large windows allowing plenty of light in, the entire space was in the classical style. The whole floor was clad with marble tiles in the white-like color; the walls were purely white and, apparently, someone must have put a lot of effort not to let a single dust spot appear in there; the ceiling was created in the concept of the sky resemblance making an impression of the real clouds hovering over heads. Three enormous chandeliers made a very good fit with carved wooden tables and similarly-looking chairs.

"Sir, would you like to make an order?" The decently looking waitress walked over to his table, with a white apron around her waist and green, deep eyes staring at him. "I'm Laura, by the way. I'll be serving you today."

He nodded, not really paying much attention to her primitive attempts of having a chit-chat. Cursorily glancing at the menu, he decided on having a french bagel with melted cheese and a coffee which was a specialty of the house as was written in the recommendations. The waitress scribbled something sloppily in her notes, smiled briefly, and then strode away.

The restaurant was almost fully emptied, and the only things heard in the background were a heated discussion of the couple beside the table and a composition of french, old songs prepared specifically for the guests.

Draco let out a small sigh of boredom, thinking yet again about the scenery of today. The only ideas that crossed his mind were either lounging in his stuffy hotel room or finding another hang-out spot to drown his sorrows.

After the War, he had found out it was pretty easier not to give in to any of the memories, blurring them out with the support of Scotch as a coping mechanism. Pansy and Daphne, his childhood friends, had tried to talk him out of it, kindly offering some tenderness and a chance for a conversation. But he had eventually stopped caring about any of that bullshit anymore.

That's why perhaps he'd just--

"Hi!" said a cheerful voice behind him, making him jump slightly at his seat with surprise. At first, he thought it was a mistake; that he must have been deemed as someone else considering he didn't know anyone around, so was in the opposite way. Turning around, however, made him realize it wasn't entirely the truth. "Do you remember me?"

"Hello." Of course, he remembered her. It was the receptionist from the previous day, whose name he didn't bother to memorize. Although he planned on avoiding potential candidates for a talk today, he said truthfully, "Yes, I do. You work here, right?"

"Yeah," she confirmed, smiling. "Can I join?"

For a moment, his sluggish brain did not process what she was asking about, and that made him frown. The girl probably comprehended what it was about because she explained, reading his confused expression. "...the table".

"Oh," he said, feeling more than embarrassed for his dumb reaction. "Yeah, help yourself."

"Thanks," she mumbled, pulling out the chair to make some room for herself. "Tough night, huh?"

The inquiry made him suddenly realize she must have witnessed the whole scene yesterday -- him asking her for a favor, Narcissa drilling her out for any clues about his disappearance, his arrogant attitude, and scurrility as he spoke to her. For sure, if she were smart enough, she would deduce what the situation was about.

He couldn't help it, but a wave of shame pierced through his body, and his stomach rolled slightly.

"A little," he answered minimizing a dimension of the spree, almost like a lie, and then he shook his head. "Listen, sorry about yesterday. I might have been...rude."

A small smile of courtesy formed on her lips. "I presumed you were a little off. Happens..." she said tentatively, gripping both of her hands together. "Oh, and about yesterday -- you lost this at the lobby." She took his wand out, and Draco's stomach made a second roll, the heartbeat hastening like a speed of light. He quickly tried to bring his face to the natural expression, but the girl had noticed that, and curiosity filled her eyes. "I thought I should give that back. In case it was valuable or something."

Fucking great... How was he supposed to elucidate that?

His throat felt so dry he couldn't let out a word of excuse. The moment was so mortifying to him he just reached for the familiar wand and nodded politely in gratefulness.

"Mhm..." Draco hummed, barely audible and momentarily deflated. "It's just... Something I've been training with..."

What the fuck is that supposed to mean, dolt?!

"Oh," the girl unconsciously flipped her hair off the shoulders, probably trying to make sense of the information. Furrowing her brows, she put her hand under the chin. "Are you a magician?"

"Kind of..." he agreed, not happy about the reputation he had just created for himself, but at the same time satisfied he didn't have to make up more explanations.

Luckily for Draco, the uncomfortable pause was rescued by the arrival of the food -- thank Merlin -- and even though he hadn't been hungry at all, now he felt an unexpected appetite to eat up the awkwardness. The girl probably caught a hint it was about time to end an encounter because she grunted.

"Listen," the girl started, clearing her throat yet again. "I better get going. But..."

The next thing Draco knew was that she was reaching to her pocket again, this time taking out something similar to a quill, only without ink. He assumed it must some kind of muggle invention, only a mechanical-like version. The girl uncorked it and suggestively drew out her hand, clearly signifying he should bring his hand closer as well. He obediently did.

"France is a big city," she said, glancing at him and sounding serious. "If you ever needed someone to show you around, let me know."

Without any preamble, her soft, delicate fingers grasped his forearm (he made sure to give her the right one), and with a few scrawls on his skin, she looked at him merrily, blushing slightly, and then left a table.

He stared after her for a while, looking at her curls bouncing behind her back as she walked away at a slow, monotonic pace. After a few seconds, she disappeared out of his sight, letting him finally peek at the note she had left:

'Call me, Y/N,' and a nine-digit number attached.

XOXOXO

A/N: I know this part might have contained too little Draco x Reader momento, but I promise it’ll get better as a plot develops. Also -- is it only my impression, or is Narcissa as changeable as the weather in Germany lol.

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littlemessyjessi · 3 years

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Torn: Remus Lupin Story: PS OC:Chapter Five: Fearless First Year

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Remus Lupin Imagine Turned Story

Re-Written and Edit of an old story of mine I had on Mibba that deserved some more love and attention, lol.

Remus Lupin x Vega Black (OC, OFC, PLUS SIZE OC, PLUS SIZE OFC)

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“You occasionally see one, and it’s the thrill of a lifetime. But mostly all you ever see is a cloud of dust after they are gone. It’s their stubborn ability to survive that makes them so remarkable.” — Velma “Wild Horse Annie” Johnston

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Chapter Song Inspiration:

“Fearless” - Olivia Holt

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Days turned to weeks and by now all of Hogwarts had come to know Rowan Black as the Feisty First Year. Much to her embarrassment. James wouldn't shut up. Sirius was no help. They'd made BUTTONS with her face on them surrounded charmed blue flames. "Here, get your Feisty First Year buttons! The Rebellious Ravenclaw!" Vega’s blood boiled as she watched the two of them walk around the courtyard passing out buttons like she was some kind of freak at the circus. "James!" she hissed at him and he whirled around to see the very angry little eleven year old. "Come here!" "Ah, here she is now, ladies and gents!" he grinned and nudged Sirius who winked at her mischievously. She deadpanned at the both of them before searching out the only person who she could reason with. A person who just so happen to be hiding his face in a book. "Remus." she said placing her hands down on the table in front of the shy Gryffindor. He cleared his throat and looked up at her sheepishly, "Vega..." She arched a brow at him. "I didn't have anything to do with it..." he lied. Those stormy grey orbs narrowed at him viciously, "I'm a fairly good lie detector, Remus John Lupin." His brows rose into his hair line, "How did you know my middle name?" "I'm also wildly observant." she seethed. "Now, make them stop." "I can't..." he mumbled not wanting to go against his only friends. Although, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little afraid of her. Eleven or not....Vega had the ability to be terrifying when she wanted to be. "Coward." she snapped and he sunk further down. She was angry now but maybe she'd forgive him when she saw what was coming. "Step right up! Take your chance! Who's brave enough to face off against the Feisty First Year?!" James boasted and she rounded on him. "James Potter!" she hissed. "I am NOT getting in a fight." "There she goes, boys! Wound up already! Who's brave enough to take her on?" Sirius added. "Sirius...Orion...Black..." she seethed at her older cousin. "Stop encouraging him!" "What's the matter bitty baby? Afraid of a rematch?" Vega knew that voice and she glowered over at her older cousin....who now had her wand back...and an entourage. "Bellatrix, dear cousin!" Sirius boasted with a grin and started towards her, "Have a button!" "Get that thing away from me!" Bella snapped and slapped his hand away from her. "Oh, come now!" Sirius smirked. "Say, you beat V in a rematch and we'll put YOUR face all over the buttons!" "Sirius!" Vega snapped at him in disbelief. "I will not-" "What's wrong?" Bella sneered. "Afraid of a little competition....frightful first year?" Vega glanced over at her older cousin, Andromeda with an arched brow. "You're encouraging this?" Vega pressed in irritation. "No." Andromeda said. "I'm not." "And if I were to accept?" Vega challenged....effectively causing a roar of applause at a possible dueling match making her sigh and pinch the bridge of her nose.

"Hypothetically speaking," Andromeda began. "If you were to accept in my presence I'd be obligated to stop you but since I've just remembered my potions homework....I'll be going over there." Andromeda said with a knowing smirk. For a prefect...she was oddly cool about a lot of things. Vega narrowed her eyes and ground her teeth together. They were idiots. All of them. Absolute idiots. "Let's do this." The students around her roared to life and Bella smirked. "One on one." Vega said. "Wand to wand." "Afraid cousin?" Bella taunted. "No, but I'm not stupid." Vega snapped. "You've always been a cheater. People who lack talent tend to go that route." A round of laughter coursed through the students at Bella's expense. "You little!" Bella snapped drawing her wand but Vega had already cast the disarming charm....landing Bella's wand in her hand. Again. "It's your temper than blocks your vision, Bella." Vega sighed with a shake of her head...though never taking her eyes off her opponent. Vega tossed it back to her. "Again." she said. The fire in Bellatrix' eyes told her that she aimed to hurt her this time but Vega was prepared. She never wanted to hurt others but Bella had a way of pressing her buttons. What happened next was fast and rapid fire. Hexes, curses, deflections and disarming charms flew between the two girls like lightning. Beams of light and gusts of power. What started as a simple duel had quickly turned into something else and Andromeda had already joined the group again. "You little blood traitor!" Bella roared at her younger cousin. "No one is here to protect you now! I can show you how our family treats traitors!" "Bellatrix!" Andromeda snapped but the grin on her younger sister's face told her she wouldn't be stopping. "Bella, no!" Andromeda lunged forward. She recognized the wand movement of the Cruciatis curse. Bellatrix turned on Sirius because she knew that was the way to get to Vega anyway. However, Vega had cast a protective shield in front of him throwing her back. "Get. away. from. him." Vega growled visciously. "Struck a nerve have I?" Bella smirked. “Ready to give up, Bitty Baby?”

“Not likely.” Vega said.

“Scared little baby!” Bella cackled. “Shaking with fear!”

Vega snapped her wand around her head like a whip and the students backed up as the protection shield in front of Sirius widened....and encased the two girls in a dome. Andromeda ran forward in a panic but smacked into a barrier between herself and the girls. Things had escalated far quicker than she had anticipated....and now she couldn't stop it. Her fist beat on the barrier and she was soon joined by Narcissa and Sirius. "Sirius, make her stop!" she pleaded. "I can't!" he said. "She's protecting me! You can't talk to her when she's like that!" "Vega!" Andromeda said. "Take it down! Bella, don't you dare!" But she was too late. Bellatrix had turned to her younger with a glare. She took in the younger girl's form. She was using magic that was a bit beyond her level...and it was taking a toll on her. Blood ran from her nose and her grey eyes took on a glossy appearance. "Look at you." Bella sneered. "You're not even worth the air. Perhaps, I should just rid us all of you now. You can join your dirty blood traitor parents! Dear old dead mummy and daddy!” "Sirius..." Andromeda whispered in horror. "Someone get the headmaster! Go! Somebody get some help!" Several beams of light and red sparks were shot into the air to alert the staff while other students ran for help. "Bellatrix! No!" Andromeda stared at her sister. She knew that look. Bella thrived on power. She thrived on having something's life in the palm of her hands. She was the child who set ant hills on fire. She was the child who choked frogs until they stopped moving. She was dark...and she loved seeing the light leave things. She could see now that she planned to do the same to Vega. Bella raised her wand, "Good bye, cousin." Vega struggled to her feet but she stood as tall as she could. She'd be damned if she let Bella take her on her knees. She'd give it all she had....even if it killed her. "Avada Kedavr-" "Expecto Patronum!" A beam of silver exploded from Vega’s wand.

“You got it, love.” she heard her father’s voice in her ear causing tears to well up.

“Show ‘em what we’re made of, babydoll.” her mother’s voice in her other ear.

Vega pushed the last bit of magic she had into the spell and an enormous horse erupted from the tip of Vega’s wand and charged forward.

It reared up over Bella's stunned form that had been blown backwards onto her back.

The magnificent creature let out a powerful sound as it stood over the shaking second year's form. "I'm sorry!" Bella cried. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't- please don't!" Vega struggled to stand as she concentrated on the magic she'd just performed. It was far too advanced for her to even attempt and yet somehow she'd managed to do it. But it had taken every last bit she had left. As she collapsed, the horse vanished, the barrier broke and a rush of feet surrounded both the girls. The last thing Vega heard before she lost consciousness was, "That's impossible. A first year has never been able to perform a barrier spell that solid." "Barrier? Are you blind? She just produced a full formed patronus! This is amazing! My sister is amazing!"

“Not your sister. Your cousin.”

“Oh fuck off! That’s my baby sister! My fucking amazing, badass, queen of a baby sister! This is fucking wicked!” "Mr. Potter take Mr. Black to the Gryffindor common room immediately!" It made her smile a bit Sirius’ ability to be an absolute dork at the worst possible moment. It was that thought that let her slip into the darkness peacefully while the whispers ignited around her.

Vega Black.

Not the Feisty First Year.

The Fearless First Year.

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Chapter Four

Chapter Six Coming Soon

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Betrothed Pt. 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Word Count: 5.2k+

Genre: Idk anymore, tbh, it’s a story lol

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw Reader

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this took so long to get out! I work in the entertainment industry, specifically film and television and this is a hot season for ATL right now, so I’ve been working and traveling and just haven’t had time to write! I appreciate your patience and hope you enjoy!

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Succumbing to the flu was not in your original plan when you were told you’d get to spend a month alone with your boyfriend/husband-to-be in your childhood home, but that’s what was happening. It’d been a long couple of days- you’re weak and nauseous and cranky and a being a bit of a bitch, but Draco overlooks every snide remark, every whine, every sprint to the bathroom to throw up. He holds your hair every time.

You laze on the couch, a cool rag over your feverish forehead. Draco paces the living room, his bottom lip between his teeth as he mutters to you in a voice so low you wonder if you’re even hearing him correctly.

“Draco,” you whine. “Stop pacing, you’re gonna make me sick again.”

He’s quick to kneel next to you, wiping stray hairs from your forehead.

“Can I get you anything? Some soup, water, a bath? Anything?” His eyes are wide and grey and they make your heart clench.

“A bath sounds really nice,” you whisper. You haven’t really wanted anything but to lie on the couch and sulk for the past week, so hearing you want to shower is music to his ears. “And then maybe you could call your mum? I’m really not feeling well.”

“Of course,” he concedes. He helps you to your feet, then hauls you to the bathroom where he runs a bathtub of warm, soapy water.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your cheeks heating up. Draco kisses your forehead once before he slips his hands under your shirt and tugs it over your head, following swiftly by your underwear.

“Step in, darling,” he says, holding you steady over the water. “Careful… In you go.”

You sink into the water, feeling grateful for the bubbles and the way your stomach was instantly soothed.

“You can get in, too, if you want,” you offer, keeping your head against the cool tile wall.

Draco nods once and removes his clothes. He slips in behind you and wraps his arms around your torso, tugging you to his chest. You let yourself be held for a while, wrapped in his warm embrace where everything was safe and the outside world doesn’t exist.

Narcissa’s hand is cool on your clammy forehead.

“Maybe we should get her to the healers,” she murmurs to Draco. “She’s really warm. And you said this has been going on for how long?”

“A little over a week,” you answer for him.

“She won’t eat, she won’t drink, and anytime she does she just throws it back up,” Draco explains, looking worriedly at his mother. “I can take her.”

“Nonsense,” Narcissa quiets him. “I’ll accompany you so we can get her seen about.”

St. Mungo’s is crowded and moves faster than you ever anticipated. With Narcissa’s arm wrapped around you, you stumble through the crowd of sick and injured wizards and into a small office, where a witch sits with a clipboard, shuffling through papers.

Narcissa clears her throat and the witch immediately looks up.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. What seems to be the problem?”

“She’s really sick. Feverish, throwing up, not eating or drinking,” Draco explains in a rush for you. “Is there anything you can do?”

“Of course,” the witch smiles kindly. “We’re a bit backed up today, but we’ll have you in tippy-toppy shape in no time.”

Narcissa cuts her with a look that’s anything but kind. “Perhaps you aren’t aware, my husband is Lucius Malfoy, who is a very large contributor to St. Mungo’s. We came in hopes that we could have her seen about rather quickly.”

The witch’s brown eyes are wide as she stares at the three of you. “Of course, Mrs. Malfoy, right away, ma’am. Right this way.”

You’re ushered into a small room with an examining table and a few chairs. The walls are lined with empty potion bottles and small cauldrons. Next to them, posters hang depicting small wizards and witches, all with different injuries and how to heal them at home.

Narcissa lets out a deep breath, her shoulders relaxing. This is the first time you’ve ever seen her look so relaxed.

“I’ve always despised using my husband’s name,” she explains. Draco places a comforting arm around her.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

You’re in and out of St. Mungo’s and back home rather quickly. You’ve been fed a potion that made the nausea subside, but it was up to you to eat soft and drink plenty of water. Draco disappears into the living room, gathering up your dirty, sickly sheets on the couch to replace them with new ones.

“What shall I make for dinner?” Narcissa asks, clapping her hands together. She looks around your meager kitchen, planting a smile on her face. “Soup? Something heavier?”

“Soup sounds nice,” you smile. “Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy, for taking me today. I already feel an awful lot better.”

Narcissa smiles at you and places her hand on your cheek. “You’re family now, darling. We take care of our family.”

Days fly by and although you’re weak, you’re slowly getting better. Narcissa checks in on you often, but doesn’t hover. Draco slowly allows you to become more dependent on yourself instead of him, and soon you’re eating more solid foods and sleeping in your own bed again, tucked against Draco’s chest.

Morning comes and you wake up alone, something you aren’t used to doing. You clamber out of bed, wrapped in Draco’s t-shirt and your underwear, and pad to the door. Down the hall, you hear voices coming from the kitchen- your own father’s voice, Lucius Malfoy’s voice, Draco, Narcissa, Bellatrix.

“Aw, now sissy, I don’t think it’s necessary to involve them,” Bellatrix drawls. “I rather think they’d only get in my way.”

“They deserve to know,” Lucius says. “It happens tonight, Draco.”

You step out of the bedroom and into the hallway, edging closer to the dining room so you can listen better. The floor beneath you creaks, and everyone falls silent.

“She’s awake, then?” Your father asks. You hear the telltale sound of his chair scraping against the hardwood floor as he stands.

“I’ll go check,” Draco is quick to interject. He rounds the corner almost immediately and his hand reaches out for you. “Come, now.”

He pulls you back into the bedroom and begins rummaging through your dresser drawers, producing a pair of his own sweatpants.

“Put these on, love, you need to hear this for yourself,” he whispers, handing you the sweatpants.

“What’s going on?” You ask as you pull the pants on, staring up at him.

“They’ve settled on it,” he murmurs. “They’ll explain everything out there, come on.”

He takes your hand once again and pulls you into the dining room. Four pair of eyes stare at you. Two of them look delighted, seeing you in their son’s clothes, all trussed up and sleepy. One pair is sad and one is just disgusted. Draco pulls out a chair next to his own empty one and you sit down.

“How are you feeling?” Narcissa whispers, leaning over to you.

“Much better,” you smile. “Thank you.”

“Get on with it,” Bellatrix dismisses everyone in the way only she can. “I’ve got things to do, tasks to carry out.”

“Right,” your father says, stumbling on his own words. “I think you should know that the Dark Lord has chosen tonight to attack.”

“Attack?” You ask, looking up at Draco. His hand slips into your own under the table. “Attacking what, exactly? Where?”

“Hogwarts,” Lucius says. “He’s taking over Hogwarts tonight. And his target is Harry Potter.”

“Y/N,” your father starts as he stands in the doorway of your childhood home. The others already apparated out, but your father stayed behind, much to your dismay. “I think we should talk.”

“I think it’s unnecessary,” you shrug, moving to close the door in his face. His foot stops it.

“Y/N, I’m sorry… After your mother died, I went off the rails. But let me make it up to you,” he pleads.

“And how do you expect to do that?”

“I can get you out of the deal,” he rushes. “I don’t have much time to explain, but I can get you out of it. I can free you from the Malfoy’s. I will do this for you.”

Before you can answer, he’s out of your face, closing the door himself. Draco stands just behind it, his eyes wide with fear, hurt, you’re not sure, but they’re wide and gazing at you as if the fate of his world is in the hands of you and your father.

“I-“ You start, but cut yourself off.

“Do you want out?” Draco asks, his voice cracking only the slightest at the end.

You shake your head immediately. “No, Draco, I don’t.”

“Would you tell me if you did?”

You move towards him at once, taking his face in your hands and kissing him hard. It wasn’t the sweetest kiss, but it was all you could muster right now. “Draco, I love you. I don’t want out. If I did, I would’ve been gone a long time ago.”

“Alright,” Draco sighs. His body relaxes and he pulls you against him, wrapping you in his arms again. “The only way to get out of the deal is to… To kill my father. Y/N, he’s going to kill my father tonight.”

He’s panicked and shaking, releasing you to pace immediately.

“Draco, we can’t let him. We must fight. We don’t have a choice. We have to go to Hogwarts tonight,” the resolve in your voice is surprising to even you, but you don’t let it sit there for long.

“They’ll kill us for not being loyal to them,” Draco says. “We’ll have to invade with the Death Eaters.”

“What if someone tries to kill us?”

“I won’t let that happen,” he promises. “Come on, let’s shower. You’re still weak and we need to get your strength up before tonight.”

“I’ll be fine, Draco,” you assure him, though you know it’s a lie. You can’t walk from the door to your bedroom without being winded. “I’m a lot tougher than I look.”

“I know you will be, but that won’t stop me from worrying about you, darling.”

“Promise me something,” you say immediately, turning to him and taking his hands in your own. “Promise me that if things don’t go as planned, we’ll run. If by some miracle we get out, we won’t go back in. We’ll leave it all behind and we’ll run away. Just you and me.”

Draco’s hands caress your cheeks. His eyes are sad and you know he’s thinking specifically of his mother. He nods once.

“I promise, Y/N, that we’ll run away together if that’s our last hope of staying alive,” he whispers. He pulls you to him and kisses your forehead, then rests his cheek against your head. “I won’t let anything happen to you out there. That’s my promise to you.”

Draco’s hand slips into your own as you’re brought back to Malfoy Manor. It’s as bleak and dull as ever, and it takes a lot for you to breathe through it and just walk through the gates.

“Ready?” he asks, squeezing your hand.

“Not in the slightest,” you murmur. But, you pull him through the gates and off you go, up the long path that leads to the vast marble steps that case the front of the manor.

Draco pushes the front door open, and a rush of warm air from inside hits your face.

“Ah, it seems we have visitors,” a ghostly voice echoes.

As soon as you step inside, you see the room full of Death Eaters, gathering together in the parlor around Lord Voldemort. His face is turned to you, his eyes wide with sheer excitement.

“Young Malfoy and his bride to be,” Voldemort smiles. “Welcome. I presume you’ve come to join us?”

“Yes, My Lord,” Draco says dutifully. “We’ve come to join the fight against Hogwarts.”

“I see,” Voldemort says, stroking his chin. “Very well. I know it can be hard to remain on the losing side. Find a seat. We attack at dark.”

The wind hits your face as you stand atop a hill with a clear view of Hogwarts. Although it’s May, it’s never felt chillier to you. Draco shrugs his suit jacket off and wraps it around your shoulders. Your father looks at you from the group of people. You shake your head at him, trying to communicate that you didn’t want what he was offering.

“Come,” Voldemort says. “It’s time.”

Draco takes your hand and helps you down the steep hill, one step at a time until you’re at the very bottom.

“Y/N,” you father says. He approaches from your left and pulls your arm, tugging you away from Draco. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Father, I’m fine. And I’ll be fine,” you assure him. “I won’t let you or Draco go into this fight without knowing that I was there to help at any point of the way.”

“Draco?”

“Yes, Draco,” you snap. “I don’t know what you were thinking, plotting to kill Lucius, but they’ll kill you before that can ever happen.”

“Just say the word and I’ll do it,” he says, full of blind determination.

“I don’t want out, father. I didn’t like it at first, and I didn’t like Draco at first. But, things changed. I love him, and deal or not, I will marry him someday,” you say with confidence. “Whether on your terms or our own.”

Your father stops walking, taking your arm to stop you as well. Death Eaters shuffle around you, and you make out Draco’s mop of blond hair turning to look for you.

“You love this boy?” Your father asks, searching your eyes for any form of lie.

“Very much,” you nod. “So, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t go rogue and try to kill his father.”

“You have my word,” he nods, releasing your arm. “You’ll do what’s right, I know you will. I never wanted you caught up in this mess.”

“You put me in this mess,” you snap. “And now I’m digging myself out of it. Once this is over, I want you out of my life for good.”

You turn on your heel, walking away from him, leaving him standing there. You’ll never forget his face as you left, but it’s for his own good.

“There you are,” Draco says as you match pace with him. He wraps his arm around you, making you walk a little more awkwardly than you’d like, but you welcomed the comfort. “I was starting to worry.”

“It’s alright, I just needed to speak with my father.”

“Everything alright, love?”

“It is now,” you smile up at him.

Together, you trek towards the castle that’s always felt like home to you. You know that security measures would be put in place, and you know that it’s protected and there are students and professors there, waiting to attack and fight back. You just didn’t know how many would need to die before the nonsense is over.

The protective charms around Hogwarts are broken. Your group of Death Eaters charge towards the school, you and Draco in their midst. He tugs you one way, and you’re met with a wand in your face, Luna standing just behind it.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” she utters in her wispy voice.

“No!” Draco says, knocking her off her feet. “I won’t let you.”

“Luna!” You say, quickly kneeling next to her. She stares back at you, then at Draco. “We’re on your side, we just couldn’t get in on our own. We’re here to help fight back, and we know their plan. Let us help.”

Luna nods and you help her to her feet. Spells and curses rage all around you, and you take it all in little by little. Draco’s body continuously shields yours to the best of his ability, and you do your best not to look into the faces of your classmates that have already been bested.

“We need to move,” Draco says, ushering the two of you farther down the corridor. You run together, dodging spells and curses, throwing out counter-curses when you can. You turn the corner and almost collide with Crabbe and Goyle.

They raise their wands at once, both terrified and alert, but when they see Draco, they breathe. “Sorry, mate, thought you were one of them.”

A spell blasts your group apart. You and Luna are flung back, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle are flung to the side.

Amycus Carrow walks down the hallway, sneering at you.

“I should’ve known you were traitors from the start,” he snarls. He raises his wand, but Luna is quick to her feet.

She duels him and you soon join, blasting him with every jinx, hex, and curse you can think of. He fires back at you, hitting you with the body binding curse before you can dodge it. Your back is cold on the floor, and the terror of not being able to move sets in quickly.

Draco is quick to unbind you as Luna throws the final killing curse at the death eater.

“Brilliant, Luna,” You beam at your friend. “Come on, we can’t stay here long.”

Together, the four of you round corners and hide in corridors. You’ve done well so far, but even the adrenaline can’t help you as you rest your palms on your knees, taking deep, steadying breaths.

“Are you alright?” Draco asks as he holds you up.

“Yeah, I’m just tired,” you nod. Your body protests as you stand, and that’s when you notice them. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley, all running towards you, wands raised.

“Run!” Harry shouts. “Go! Run!”

You don’t ask questions. You’re the first from the group to run, stepping over Amycus’ body and turning down a seemingly empty corridor. The footsteps behind you fade, and when you turn around, you’re all alone.

“Draco?” You call, peering around the corner. It’s as empty as before.

“Well, well, well,” a voice drawls. You turn, your eyes wide as your own father approaches you. “Thought we wouldn’t notice that you and Draco jumped sides, then?”

“Father,” you start. “Please, let me explain.”

He shoots a curse at you, but you quickly deflect it.

“You want me out of your life so bad, my darling daughter? Take me out, then.”

He fires another curse at you, and it blasts you backwards into the middle of the corridor.

“I don’t want to fight you,” you cough, stumbling to your feet. “I won’t fight you.”

“Then I’ll kill you,” he shrugs. He fires another curse, but you deflect that one. He growls at you, standing his ground. “Fight me, Y/N. Fight me!”

You shoot a curse at him and he counters it quickly. He’s faster than you, better even, and you know there’s only one thing to say to stop him.

“Mum wouldn’t want this!” You shout at him, your eyes welling with tears. “She wouldn’t want us trying to kill each other, she wouldn’t want you to be with him, she wouldn’t want you to hurt this much!”

Your father laughs a menacing laugh, almost doubling over. “Your mother is dead by her own accord. She lied, she kept secrets, she died because she couldn’t handle not having any drama in her life!”

“That’s not true,” you say, your anger overcoming your sadness. “You wouldn’t know mum, you were always worried about the ministry! Well, where’s your ministry now, dad? Where’s your job now? You were so quick to betray them and join the other side!”

He throws a curse at you, growling under his breath as you deflect it.

“I did what I had to!” He starts, stalking towards you. He throws another curse and you counter it with ease. He’s getting weaker as he becomes more and more enraged. “I vowed to keep you safe and that is what I am doing!”

“By trying to kill me?” You shriek out another curse, and this one blows him back only slightly.

“Because you’d be better off dead!” he says with finality. He shoots a curse at you, but you move just in time for it to blast bricks from the stone wall.

“Avada Kedavra!” You shout, aiming directly at your father’s chest. The curse hits him, and you watch as his face pales, his eyes wide as he falls to the floor, unmoving.

You wipe at your running eyes and nose, hiccupping slightly as you step over his body. You take his wand from the floor and pocket it, vowing to burn it as soon as this was all over.

Hunched forward, you move quickly down the corridor, looking over your shoulder to make sure you weren’t being followed. Outside is chaos, fires blaze inside the castle, and Draco is nowhere to be found.

You round a corner, watching as smoke billows from beneath a door. It bursts open, and Harry rides out on his broom, Draco holding onto him. His clothes are ashen and burned, his face covered in soot. His blond hair is something you commit to memory as you bound to him. The minute Harry’s broom touches the floor, you fling yourself at Draco, sobbing into his neck.

“Where did you go? I was so worried,” you cry, holding onto him. “You promised, Draco, don’t ever do that again!”

“I won’t,” he whispers, holding you tightly. His face is buried in your neck as you sob, clinging to him like he’d died himself.

“Where’s Crabbe?” You ask.

Draco just shakes his head. You nod, standing straight and wiping at your eyes.

“I killed my father,” you say, your bottom lip trembling. Draco’s hand lifts your chin. He cups your cheeks tenderly, almost as if he were committing your face to memory. “I want this to be over.”

“I know, my love, I know,” he nods. An explosion rings above you in a nearby corridor, and Draco takes your hand, pulling you with him ahead.

“Where did Harry go?” You ask, looking for him.

“I don’t know, but we need to move,” Draco urges, pulling you down the opposite corridor. As you round the corner, you collide with Ron and Hermione.

“Hermione,” you gasp, flinging your arms around her. “Did you find all of the horcruxes? Are they gone?”

“Almost,” she says. “We’ve got two left. One we know of, the other we don’t.”

“How can we help?” Draco asks, pulling you protectively against him again.

“We have to kill Nagini,” Ron says. “Harry’s gone to take care of Snape, but we have to get to Nagini.”

“Take care of Snape?” You ask. Hermione only nods.

“Come on,” Hermione says, turning to run in the opposite direction, towards the large explosion that’d only just occurred. Hermione cuts a sharp left and enters the Great Hall, which had been reorganized to place bodies of those fighting for Hogwarts.

It was then that you saw that mop of red hair. Your heart constricts and you shake your head, tears pricking the back of your eyes.

“George,” you whisper, moving closer. Ron shoves past you, falling to his knees in front of his sobbing mother. “Is that Fred or George?” You demand, moving closer.

“I’m here. I’m George,” he whispers. You turn, flinging yourself onto him, holding him tightly as you sob once more. “Shh, it’s alright…”

“But Fred… What happened?” You choke out. You bury your face in George’s neck, holding him as much as he was holding you.

“The explosion from the Room of Requirement. He was inside, so were Remus and Tonks,” George says, his voice quivering as he stares down at his twin.

“I’m so sorry, George,” you say, sniffling again as you continue to hold onto him. “I’m so sorry.”

George releases you, his hands in his pockets as he falls to his knees next to Fred, next to Molly and next to Ron, all sobbing quietly, rocking as they say their goodbyes to Fred.

Draco pulls you into his arms, shielding your eyes from more of the students brought in from the fight.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you whisper, fighting to catch your breath. “I can’t fight anymore, Draco.”

“I know,” he whispers, stroking your hair. “Just a little more, love. We’re almost done, I promise. Just a little more fight. Can you do that? Just a little more.”

“I can’t,” you choke, pulling his jacket tighter around you. “I can’t do it anymore.”

Draco pulls you back. He wipes the tears from under your eyes with his thumbs as he gazes down at you. “You have to. I know you don’t want to, I don’t want to, either. But we have to stop this.”

“Harry’s gone to sacrifice himself to Voldemort,” Hermione rushes out, the words barely audible from her mouth.

“What?” You ask. “He can’t do that, Hermione, we have to stop him!”

“I tried, but he won’t listen. Voldemort killed Snape and fed him to Nagini, so Harry is going to stop the fight.”

“The fighting won’t stop,” you say, feeling the anger and the rage and the desire to stop flowing freely through you. “The only way to stop the fighting is to get rid of him once and for all. Killing Harry won’t do what he thinks it’ll do.”

You stand on the side of Hogwarts, facing the Dark Lord as a unit instead of individual students.

“Harry Potter,” he begins dramatically, a large smile on his face. “Is dead! And now is the time to declare yourself. Join us! Or be killed…”

Hagrid hold Harry in his arms, weeping silently over his body.

“And I have his wand!” Voldemort laughs again, tossing it to the side on the ground. He looks at his group of Death Eaters, taking in each of their ashen and worn faces. He turns, looking at the group of students until his eyes land on Draco.

“Draco,” Lucius says over the deafening silence. He motions for him to join. “Draco, come.”

You begin to move with him, but he stops, turning to you. “Stay here. Please. I’ll find you when this is over, I promise.”

“Draco,” you start, but he silences you with a quick kiss. It doesn’t last nearly as long as you desire, but he’s soon turning his back to you and walking to Voldemort. He wraps Draco in an awkward hug that makes you cringe.

“Ah, well done, Draco,” Voldemort says as he wraps his arms around him. “Well done.”

Voldemort continues to groan and moan as he hugs Draco, praising him over and over again. You make eye contact with Narcissa across the way, and her throat is tight as she nods almost unnoticeably at you. Lucius tries to step forward, reaching out to his son, but Narcissa holds him back.

Soon, Draco is standing with his parents and you notice Narcissa ushering him towards the back of the crowd. Neville Longbottom hobbles forward. His face is ashen and burned from the fight and blood drips from his forehead.

“Well, I must say I hoped for better,” Voldemort laughs. His followers laugh, mocking Neville. “And who might you be, young man?”

“Neville Longbottom,” he says. Death Eaters laugh, continuing to mock him.

“Well, Neville, I’m sure we can find a place for you in our ranks,” Voldemort says, smiling widely at Neville.

“I’d like to say something,” Neville starts. He swallows hard, bracing himself. “Doesn’t matter that Harry’s gone.

“Not now, Neville,” Seamus says.

“People die every day,” Neville snaps back. “Friends… Family… Yeah. We lost Harry tonight. But he’s still with us. In here. So is Fred. Remus. Tonks. All of them. He didn’t die in vain. But you will.”

Voldemort laughs, but Neville continues.

“Because you’re wrong! Harry’s heart did beat for us! For all of us,” Neville says. He pulls the Sword of Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat. “It’s not over!”

Harry falls from Hagrid’s arms, getting to his feet. You watch as Draco ducks, running across the clearing. He stoops, grabbing Harry’s wand. “Potter!” he shouts as he tosses him the wand.

Harry catches his wand and aims it at Nagini, trying to kill her, but to no avail. Harry and Voldemort go at it again, shooting spells at each other, hitting bricks and stone of Hogwarts and exploding them.

Draco runs, grabbing your arm and pulling you inside the burning castle, hiding you in a small corridor that’s hardly ever been used.

“Are you alright?” He asks, his eyes searching your face for any damage that he knows wouldn’t be there.

“I’m fine, are you alright?”

“Better now,” he smiles, pulling you tightly against him. “It’s time to run, my love.”

“We can go?” You ask, leaning your forehead against his shoulder.

“We can go,” he says. He leads you down the corridor and through a burning archway to the back bridge of the castle. It’s the same bridge that you stood on as you blew up Hogwart’s defenses and invaded the castle. You look behind you, watching as Death Eaters flee from the fight, and for the first time since it began, you have hope that it could truly end.

“What’s wrong?” Draco asks, stopping beside you.

“We can’t go yet,” you breathe. “We have to go back.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Draco, we can’t leave them to fight on their own. We have to go back,” you say again, already turning on your heel. Together, you rush back into the fight outside the Great Hall.

“Not my daughter, you bitch!” Molly Weasley shouts. You turn, watching as she turns Bellatrix to ash and stone.

The fighting dies down, most of the Death Eaters already fled, though Narcissa stands behind you and Draco in the Great Hall, her hands on each one of your shoulders.

“I’m so proud of the both of you,” she whispers. She strokes Draco’s hair lovingly, kissing the crown of his head. “I couldn’t ask for a better woman to love my son than you, you darling girl.”

She leans down, her hand resting against your cheek.

“Where’s father?” Draco asks, looking horrified at his mother’s behavior. Narcissa only shakes her head.

“He’ll be serving time in Azkaban for conspiring against the Ministry,” Narcissa says. Her smile is tight, but you could tell she was doing her best to hold it together. She moves to stand in front of you, holding one of each of your hands in her own. “Take care of each other. I’m going to go away for a while, wrap my head around everything. I’ll write to you both, but please, take care of each other.”

“We will,” you assure her, wrapping her in an unexpected hug. Draco joins in, and though it’s awkward with all the eyes staring at you, it’s what you all needed.

“What now?” You ask. Harry took no time ridding the world of Voldemort, and at last, things feel at peace.

“Now we go,” Draco says, encasing your hand in his own. “Anywhere you’d like to visit?”

“Surprise me.”

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