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avalynlestrange · 8 months
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Daphne Greengrass
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Back to The Library (Main Masterlist) To The Kitchen (WIPs)
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Tone: ♡ Fluff ♥ Angst ❥ Suggestive Themes
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Note: I know I have 2 different people on my mood board. I just couldn't decide~
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lou-lj · 1 year
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Everyone has secrets
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(Pansy Parkinson x fem reader)
(mostly fluff,a bit suggestive and a tiny bit of angst)
summary:
The two of you are in a secret relationship but her friends catch you making out in her dorm.
warnings:
hinting at homophobic parents
A/N:
it’s autumn, which means watching comfort movies/shows all day and spending to much time inserting yourself into the story’s so…. here we go
Her body was pressed against your own, capturing you between her and the wooden wall of the Slytherin girls dorm. Your hands being tangled in her dark hair you deepened the kiss. Her fumbling with the buttons of your shirt while sloppily traveling over your jaw and down your neck with kisses, leaving marks along the way. Your head was empty as it was falling back against the wall, desperate whimpers escaping your lips. Your shirt was falling to the ground while she looked at you with adoration “oh y/n,” she whispered and kissing you for the hundredth time biting down your on bottom lip. Pushing yourself of the wall you stumbled to her bed together, almost tripping over some books lying on the floor. Next you pushed her onto the bed while taking a seat on her lap.
“Jesus Pansy how much noise can someone make? What you doing in here-“ Matteo laughed as he walked in the room, stopping mid step glaring at the scene in front of him. “What the fuck,” mumbled Draco. “Didn’t think this was how i’d see y/n half naked for the first time.” Theo laughed while Daphne was standing mouth open and in shock in the door frame. “There is something called knocking ya know?” Pansy scolded while covering you with her blanket. “Since when?” Daphne asked ignoring pansy’s annoyed expression. “what exactly is this?!” Draco questioned while picking up your shirt and handing it back to you. “God let her get dressed, we’ll be down in a minute.” Pansy said while ushering the four out of the room. “What do we tell them?” you asked while putting your shirt back on. She leaned her forehead against yours with a sight “the truth.”
Matteo had told everyone in the common room to get lost making sure no one would be disturbing them. Pansy took your hand, stepping out the door sending you a quick nod. “Y/n and I are dating, since a couple months.” Pansy spoke calmly while almost crushing your hand. “months?!” Daphne almost yelled out of surprise. “So I really don’t have a shot with you?” Theo asked while winking at you. “Sorry to disappoint but I’m quite happy.” You laughed, throwing your arm around Pansy. “Why haven’t you told us?” Draco asked. Pansy shifted around a little uncomfortable “I- I don’t know, it’s just I was scared of your reaction. And the others can’t know! My parents would be furious, you know how they are…” “Oh sweetie, we love you regardless of who you date.” with teary eyes Daphne hugged Pansy tightly. “And we’d never tell on you man, we’re family.” Theo said while bringing him and Draco into the hug. “You’re one of us now” Matteo joked, while shoving you into the hug.
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camilleesrecs · 4 months
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THERE IS NOT ENOUGH DORCAS MEADOWES AND MARY MACDONALD (or any females from the Harry Potter universe in general) SMUT OR FANFICS ON THIS APP AND I AM PHYSICALLY ILL BECAUSE OF IT… CMON GIVE MY GIRLS SOME LOVE!!
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looneyaddy · 1 year
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DRASTORIA FIC.
I probably looked like a mess striding through the halls right now. I can feel my braids coming loose but I didn’t care, after each second passed there were fewer and fewer people pervading the corridors. Little people lingering meant fewer shoulders to bump into. Shockingly enough, that did not help me get to my classes faster.
Minutes passed and I still didn’t have a clue where I was going. I was starting to panic. My heart pounded at an increasing rate and my hands began to tremble as I passed wall to wall. I hated the way all the portraits were staring at me like a lost puppy. I needed Theodore to help me.
I was pacing so fast in the empty halls I wasn’t even watching where I was going. I bumped right into someone unexpectedly. I looked up and found that I ran right into Malfoy. Literally.
“Sorry,” I muttered quietly. He just held out his hand. In his palm was a familiar-looking ribbon. It was my ribbon that held my braids together earlier. The color was green, a shade of dark green that was the color of a dense forest. Malfoy seemed to be just as curious as I was.
“It fell out of your hair.” Malfoy said emotionless, “I was trying to catch up to you but you were too quick to catch.”
He said his last word like a joke. I didn’t laugh. I was still out of breath and I bit startled that I’d bumped into someone in the first place.
“Oh…” I mumbled, reaching my hand out to take it just before he swiped it away from my reach. I immediately stood up a little straighter with my eyebrows in a frown.
“Shouldn’t you be in class?” Malfoy smirked.
“Shouldn’t you stay out of other people’s business?” I bit back.
Draco wasn’t phased one bit. He just continued to study my declaration with a grin.
I reckon he’s judging me right now.
“Mind giving me my ribbon back?” I asked in a hurry.
The blonde just shook his head, “Of course. Turn around.”
I glanced up at him, confused. I still turned around being the curious girl I am.
I immediately felt relaxed when I noticed the third year touching my hair. The moment was still intolerable, and the feeling of standing up straight was painful to my neck, but it was the only way he could reach my head. The agonizing silence kept baring at my ears, and I had to keep my lips pressed in a firm line as I felt his fingers intertwine strands of my dark hair. Now I can feel the fabric of the ribbon on my neck as he steps away, and I turn around swiftly, my cheeks bursting with red.
If I didn’t get to class soon, I know I’ll be left with a detention.
“It looks like you’re memory has a stain of forgetfulness,” Malfoy taunted, his grin making his face even more punchable than it already was before.
I couldn’t think about that though, he’s just reminded me that I’m going to be entirely late if I don’t make it.
“Need some help?” Malfoy considered.
I shook my head frantically, about to take a step but once again, the blonde stopped me again.
“Don’t lie, Greengrass. It’s a nasty habit you and your sister share,” He presumed.
What is with everyone comparing me and Daphne?
I let out a breathy laugh, “How are you supposed to help me when I don’t even know where I’m going?”
Malfoy is still grinning. A very aggravating grin of his, “That problem can be fixed,” He mentioned. “You’re supposed to be on the second floor in Defence Against The Dark Arts with Professor Lupin.”
“Oh- How would you know that?” I’m even more startled than before, I’m starting to think I have a schedule glued to my forehead.
Maybe he’s stalked me before? What happens if he’s plotting to kill Daphne and he’s using me as a tool!
“I keep a close eye on my friend's schedules,” Malfoys voice was calm as a day in June and it could’ve put me in awe if I wasn’t so surprised.
“I’m your…Friend?” I spoke.
“Well," He paused."You’re Daphne’s little sister,” Something was harsh about the way he said it. It was like a slap in the face or a punch in the gut.
Oh. So that’s what they think, huh? Daphne’s little sister.
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drabsyo · 1 year
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heyo heyo chapter 10 of the animagus project is out! thanks again for putting me onto this fic!
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it's HEREEEEE!!! Thanks for letting me know anon ❤ I read it and I am not okay and i need TIME TO PROCESS THE HURT THE PAIN 💚The Animagus Project by sleepingontheway
Summary: In which Hermione is tasked with completing a long, complicated project with Daphne Greengrass: enigma.
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lazuli-writes · 9 months
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Outtakes - 25 quotes from the Silver Quartet
summary: 25 random quotes from each member of the Silver Quartet.
genre: angst / fluff / humor
estimated word count: 1400 words
a/n: Just trying to get back into writing more. I have so much stuff for this series, but I’m struggling to refine it. Here’s a droplet fic for Slytherin’s resident four horsemen. Remember folks, copying other people’s works is plagiarism and that’s illegal. Don’t be that kind of person. Anyways, hope you all enjoy it :)
©little-lazuli. Do not copy, repost, or translate without permission
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Tracey
“Areyougoinhtoeatthat?”
“It must be the galleons talking.”
“We’re like a failed Monty Python.”
“If having half the prat-blood you have makes me less than, than I’ll happily be less than.”
“So the beast wouldn’t attack any of us, right… just asking.”
“You filthy barbarian, fish and chips are a DELICACY! What are you, AMERICAN?!”
“What would your mum do if we were to break the uncooked pasta noodles?”
“Fun fact: I don’t care.”
“There’s enough oil in Snape’s hair to satisfy the needs of English fish frying for at least a decade.”
“I’m a witch, not a prophet.”
“I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furio- not a single one of you know which film I’m quoting right now.”
“Banoffee pie was a gift from the heavens.”
“Oh please, by the time we reach your age Professor, I’m sure at least one of us will have made a name for ourselves other than being stuck in a castle teaching delinquents the refined arts of magical cooking.”
“Run Theo! Run” *cue the laughter as she watches Theo run from being disciplined by Bartholomew Greengrass.
“I want the skeletons. Oh and the jewelry please!!”
“It’s almost as if I don’t care.”
“Daph, you’re forgetting the fact that Ron and Theo share the same braincell… Wait… I forgot you don’t know what a brain cell is.”
“Mutually assured destruction. Truce?”
“What crawled up her butt and died?”
“Oui oui” “Tracey I am Italian, NOT FRENCH!” “Yeah yeah whatever.”
“That’s a lot of deathies. They would probably need multiple Potters going separate ways to possibly make an escape.”
“Ron you’d be Ginger Spice, Daphne you’d be Posh Spice, Theo is Baby Spice and of course I’d be Scary Spice-“ “why can’t I be sporty spicy” “because you can’t even say their name correctly Theo.”
“Do you think you’ll find something as perfect as they did?”
“Over the hills and a long way off…”
“Theo… I’ll be with you soon…”
Daphne
“So the first place you choose to hide is in a room with dead bodies?”
“She looks like the love child of a troll and a fairy.”
“Stupid mirror.”
“Ronald, why is our potion pink?”
“Father is gonna kill you two for going into the chamber you know…”
“You. Ate. My. Cauldron. Cakes.”
“You tell Ron anything and I WILL tell Tracey how you find her lips very interesting lately.”
“For a dirty stray, he does kind of look like Falkor.”
“You won’t look like that when you get old, right Ron?”
“So blue is out of the question. I guess the typical silver would look nice.”
“Do you think he found u-AHHHHHHH!”
“All I know is that I lay claim to any and all dresses, cloaks, shawls and the likes. Any clothes in this room is MINE.”
“A quintaped has five limbs.”
“Harpy, veela, vulture… same thing.”
“He’s more of a man than you will ever be.”
“It was Theo and Ron’s idea.”
“He had the breath of a damn merling!”
“You gave my parents the greatest gift they could have ever gotten in that moment… hope that their daughters… their family will survive this war. You gave them hope.”
“Not even death can dispute my love for you, Ronald Bilius Weasley. I would be blessed to be able to call you my love, my partner, my friend and my husband for eternity. By these vows… I declare, I do.”
“I think insanity is a social construct. We may think he’s unhinged beyond compare… but he’s definitely the hero in her world.”
“I killed a child Ron! How can you still look me in the eye and say you love me! HOW?”
“I’ve never killed a mutt before.”
“He asked to take my name. He felt that he had no right to give a name he was deemed unworthy of.”
“It is hard to play a game when you don’t know the rules.”
“Say hello to mother and father for me sis. I’m gonna miss you… so much.”
Theodore
“Why do you look like that?”
“Sectersuper?” “Sectum—sempra” “shut up Weasley.”
“Auntie!! Daphne and Tracey are breaking the pasta noodles!”
“You have troll breath.”
“You didn’t have to do that. You’re not bad Weasley. Not bad at all.”
“I would have called him a filthy spawn of inbreeding but then… that would have also… applied… to-“ “SHUT UP THEO!” “What, it’s the truth Daph!”
“Oh yes, because the lion is the most amazing creature in the world. *eye roll* When a lion talks and starts killing witches and wizards, talk to me then Weasel.”
“I didn’t mean for Malfoy to call you Weasel. Accident, truly it was!”
“Why are you always staring at Ron?”
“Why would he think he even had a chance with Trace?! He looks like the love child of a hag and a house elf.”
“I’m telling you my dear cousin, that Malfoy has been staring at Ronald’s bottom almost as much as he was staring at yours.”
“I’m gonna be a rich man!!” “You already are a rich man Theo.” “Then I’m gonna be an even richer man!! I call dibs on all weapons!!”
“I don’t know why!! I was too busy saving your sister to think ‘oh how much money is this worth’.”
“It’s not my fault you failed to save mother.”
“God save the witches and wizards.”
“I’m not staring at Tracey you imbecile!”
“You cannot be both annoying and lacking magical prowess. Please pick one failure to endure.”
“If you must know, banoffee pie is actually scrumptious. If you are going to advertise your lack of taste, please do so away from my presence.”
“Why do we have to go back to Ron’s old bat of an aunt? She’s so mean.”
“If you wanna be my friend… you gotta get with my… other friends.” “Horrible rendition sporty spicy.” “Shut up Ron!!”
“I wanna live in a small cottage when I choose to settle down. I want a place surrounded and engulfed by all of my favorite plants.”
“Still got troll breath I see.”
“I wish I could see what is it you see every time you look at me Trace.”
“I love her. So damn much.”
“DON’T YOU TOUCH HER!!!”
Ronald
“Do you have an eye problem?”
“Theo has a bag of bezoars for a brain.”
“Daphne will kill us if she knows what we’re doing and Tracey will laugh at us if we get hurt. I already know.”
“Stupid mirror.”
“You hear that Tracey, us peasants mustn’t talk anymore.”
“Do you think Snape has a pet under that robe? He always smells.”
“Potter, Granger and Longbottom seem to have this obsession with all things ‘not their business’ that it’s actually quite funny at times.”
“Me and you remember Valentine’s Day very differently.”
“Bill and Charlie ran away the first chance they got. Percy has a superiority complex, Fred is sadistic. George just thinks Fred’s farts smell amazing, and Ginny has this weird habit of hero worshipping people who aren’t heroes.”
“Theo… could you think of anything else other than… her.” “Shove off and stay out of my head Ron.”
“Bloody bint… that thing is worse than Snape…” “Ron that was a quintaped.” “An ugly one at that!”
“Some of my family has this… belief that I’ve been ingenuous about my character. When really, they just don’t seem to understand me all that much.”
“I.. don’t know… I can’t find the words to tell you how I’m feeling Daph.”
“Muggles do have the big boom booms. What are they called again? Nookies?” “Nukes Ron.” “Oh.”
“How do you think she’ll kill us for leaving? Do you think she’ll really castrate me?”
“You want to… marry me? Why?”
“Auntie, if you turn me away now, I’m literally gonna slap you with my hand.” *proceeds to wave his amputated arm, much to the silent horror of Muriel Prewett*
“There will never be a second in this lifetime or the next, that I will ever stop loving you Daphne. You bless me with the honor of being able to call you mine and I yours. By these vows I declare, I do.”
“Still sour about the Manor Lady Lestrange? If it’s any consolation, your husband’s wand works wonderfully.”
“I mean I could… but why would I want to do that Daph?”
“All I ever wanted was to be a real Weasley, dad. And I fucked that up the moment that hat screamed Slytherin.”
“And now we are both here. Rotting in Azkaban. Yet only one of us has any chance of leaving.”
“You what?” “I gave birth Ron.” “. . .You were pregnant?”
“This is your grandma and grandpa. That’s your aunties Tracey and Tori, and your funny uncle Theo.”
“Daphne did you hear!! Albus is a Slytherin HAHAHAHAHAH I can’t wait to shove that in Ginny and Harry’s face.”
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little-lazuli · 2 years
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I would love to read a ron/daphne hanahaki’s au
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louvemione · 5 months
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illicit affairs — d. malfoy (y/n's pov)
synopsis : draco malfoy and astoria greengrass are destined to be together, so why does malfoy end up in someone else's arms all the time? specifically, in your arms.
warning/s : angst, fluff if you squint, a bit 🤏 suggestive, swear words here and there, no voldy au 🙅‍♀️, written in first person, not really cheating bc draco n astoria are not dating, pretend that there's only a 1 year age gap between Astoria & Draco
author's note : illicit affairs by taylor swift! i will most definitely write a part two of this 😎
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make sure nobody sees you leave
hood over your head, keep your eyes down
third year
Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass. a perfect pair, really. they're destined to end up in each other's arms by the time they finish Hogwarts, they're destined to spend the rest of their lives together and no one was to get in between them.
not even me
I stared at the top of my four-poster bed, nights like this always had me wondering, why am I doing this? why did I even get into this relationship, if you can call it one, that was bound to end within the next few years? why am I risking everything for someone who would end up in someone else's arms? why am I making promises with someone who will fulfill those with someone else?
my head always spiraled with a list of why's. why am I doing this to myself?
the only time I'd stop is when he finally knocks on the door and I'll quietly slip out of my blankets, making sure not to wake my roommates up, slip on my robes and take his hand to spend the rest of the night giggling and trying not to get caught by Filch or Mrs. Norris.
and the cycle repeats itself the following day.
tell your friends you're out for a run
you'll be flushed when you return
fourth year
"wait! I don't know how to.." Harry stopped mid-sentence, too embarrassed to do so. I snickered as I lead him to the dance floor where the other champions along with their partners stood, "you'll be fine, just follow my lead"
I had fun dancing and laughing with Harry Potter, so much fun that I had nearly forgotten about the fact that Draco and Astoria came to the ball as each other's date.
if Draco and Astoria weren't dancing so close to us, I might've completely forgotten about it.
"you look gorgeous" Draco whispers the words that were meant for Astoria, only for her to hear.
I ended up spending most of my time at the yule ball with Harry and his friends as I tried to avoid Draco and Astoria at all costs.
but my attempts of avoiding him was soon washed down the drain because a graze of Draco's hand against my waist was all it took for me to excuse myself, "hey, uh, I had so much fun with you guys but I'll just go get some air. it's getting kind of cramped here"
when we returned, even if I was back with the trio who was by the way asking why I looked flushed, I see the smirks Pansy and Daphne sent in my direction when they saw Draco's flushed cheeks and lipstick stain on his lips.
take the road less traveled by
tell yourself you can always stop
lie. everyone knew it's a lie when we said, "we can stop this anytime we want"
because if we can, he wouldn't be in my dormitory, crying and begging for me to stay. him and I wouldn't be waking up longing for each other's embrace.
because no matter how many times we say it, the truth is we don't want to stop.
that's why we didn't do anything to stop.
what started in beautiful rooms
Draco and I met in our first year, during the sorting ceremony. him and I were both put in Slytherin along some newly met friends.
our little set up started during our third year, by that time I was already knowledgeable of his family's arrangement with the Greengrasses. yet, him and I carried on with this.
ends with meetings in parking lots
and that lead us here.
in front of my dormitory, where he would come and fetch me for our daily late night rebellion.
and that's the thing about illicit affairs
and clandestine meetings and longing stares
illicit. is this considered as an illicit affair?
yeah, probably. he's bound to marry someone else but he's here with me, in the restricted section of the library where we'd cost at least a hundred points off of our house if we get caught.
"i love you" Draco whispered against my nape, arms wrapping around my body to pull me into a back hug as he pressed my back against his chest.
I turned around, leaving the dusty potions book I was holding on the table beside us, "i love you too" I whispered back, our lips inches away before he finally closed the gap.
yes, I consider this an illicit affair. because if it isn't, why would I catch Draco's longing stares whenever his father requested for him to spend more time with his future wife?
it's born from just one single glance
I glanced at Draco just in time for our eyes to meet as I walked past him and Astoria.
that alone was all Draco needed for him to excuse himself from his seemingly clueless future wife.
but it dies, and it dies, and it dies
sixth year
"let's stop"
"you're drunk" Draco carries me to his bed
"I'm serious. let's stop. you're getting married after next school year so why should we carry on with this?"
an uncomfortable silence surrounds the room and my tears were already falling before I could even stop them, "I'm tired, Draco. It's unfair to all of us, we can't keep making promises knowing we won't fulfill them. I should've done this a long time ago. and in fact, we never should have gotten together—"
"so you're regretting it? everything we did together? you wish it never happened?
"yes"
a million little times
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hjparisian · 5 months
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you're losing me pt. II- theodore nott x reader
p: theodore nott x gn! reader w: angst (sorry not sorry), slight cussing summary: (Y/N) is coping with their fight with Theodore, but an unwanted conversation reveals more than (Y/N) expected. a/n: the long awaited part two, thank you all for being patient and for all the love you gave to part one. can't believe it took me this long to get part two out and im so sorry but i had trouble writing and coming up with ideas
Winter break had felt like the longest and worst couple weeks to (Y/N) ever. All they really did was sat in their room, read, attempt to study, and occasionally write to Pansy.
The Malfoy's had thrown a party on New Year's Eve. All pureblooded families were invited, which meant (Y/N)'s family and the Nott family. They were not ready to see Theodore. Unfortunately, no matter how hard (Y/N) tried, they couldn't escape it.
The day of the party, (Y/N) sat and stared at the outfit laid out for them to wear. Maybe it'll spontaneously combust and they would have no outfit to wear and can't go. Yeah, right. As if that'll actually happen. Their mother probably has a bunch of backup outfits for them to wear anyways.
At least Pansy said she would try to stay by their side the whole time. Keyword, try. Because Blaise would probably try to steal Pansy to go snog somewhere.
The second (Y/N) and their parents entered the Malfoy Manor, they felt like running away and throwing up. Why? Oh, because of course the first person they'd find was Theodore Nott.
"(Y/N)!"
Oh bless Pansy for catching their attention. But also curse her because apparently the sound of their name caught Theodore's ears and made him turn his head towards them.
(Y/N) looked away from him.
(Y/N) hugged Pansy. "Pansy! How has your break been?"
"It's been nice. Got to hang out with Blaise a lot," she said. "What about you (Y/N)? How have you been feeling?"
Now, (Y/N) could lie and say they've been great and having a lovely break. But of course Pansy would see straight through their little lie.
"If I have to be honest Pans, I still feel like shit."
Pansy looked at them with concern. The fact that the reason (Y/N) felt terrible was in the room didn't help them.
"Well, I know Millicent and Tracey are here and I know they wanna catch up with us. Plus there's drinks. There's nothing better than drinks at these boring parties, right?" Pansy said in attempt to make (Y/N) feel better.
The two had gone and found their fellow schoolmates at the side of the room. Unfortunately for (Y/N), Daphne Greengrass and her sister Astoria were also there.
Pansy and (Y/N) greeted their schoolmates, with (Y/N) avoiding eye contact with Daphne. They listened as Pansy was telling the other girls about what she's been doing.
"What about you, (Y/N)?" Tracey asked them. "Done anything fun during break?"
"I've just been home reading," They told Tracey. "My parents decided not to go to France this year so I've been cooped up in my room."
"What about Theodore?" piped Millicent. Pansy's eyes slightly widened at her friend's question. "You didn't go see him?"
(Y/N) wanted the ground to open up and swallow them whole. Of course their other friends would ask about their relationship with Theodore. No one seems to know what's going on other than Pansy and maybe Blaise.
"No I didn't," (Y/N) said. "He's been busy." They looked at Daphne to see any reaction from her but surprisingly it was pretty neutral.
"I think I'm going to get a glass of champagne or something." (Y/N) said. "Anyone want one?"
"Oh, one for me please!" Tracey told them. (Y/N) nodded before leaving to find one of the waiters walking around with trays full of champagne.
After grabbing two drinks for themselves and Tracey, (Y/N) turned around to find themselves face to face with the one person they did not want to see.
Theodore fucking Nott.
The boy also grabbed a glass from the waiter's tray and took a sip on it.
"So, you're here," He said to (Y/N).
"I am."
Theodore looked them up and down. "You look nice."
(Y/N) gave him a curt 'thanks', wanting to get away from here.
"(Y/N)," Theodore called out.
"What do you want?" (Y/N) asked him impatiently. "I've got friends waiting for me."
"Just wanted to say hope you're having a nice break," he said hesitantly, almost as if he wanted to say something else.
(Y/N) gave him an odd look before shaking their head and walking away, not wanting to look at him a second more.
Once (Y/N) returned to their group and handed Tracey her drink, they find Pansy staring at them.
"You alright?" She whispered. "I saw you had a run in with Theodore."
(Y/N) nods their head. "I just want to get this party over with."
The rest of the party had gone alright thanks to Pansy, who managed to stay with them the whole time. They went the rest of the break without seeing Theodore, but unfortunately, the holidays ended and (Y/N) had to return to school and see him.
They'd did everything they can to avoid being around Theodore for longer than they have to, whether that was finding a different route to classes, sitting besides Pansy a few tables away from him (though this one wasn't really a change), or studying in their dorm rather than the library.
The only thing (Y/N) couldn't avoid was sitting away from him during lunch and dinner. Sure, they could beg Pansy to sit farther down the table, but the others would find it odd that the two were not sitting with them since they always ate together.
So (Y/N) just had to suck it up and remain civil. The good thing was that even when Theodore and (Y/N) were in good standing, they would always sit with Pansy so no one would find it weird. This whole thing was a struggle because even though (Y/N) was upset at Theodore and trying to avoid him, they could help but seek glances at Theodore. So did he.
(Y/N) had enough of being cooped up in their room, so they decided to study in the common room one night. There were a couple people scattered in the room, but most of the Slytherins were either in their dorms or snuck out to merlin knows where.
(Y/N) was looking at their Transfiguration book until a voice disrupts their focus.
"Hey. Do you mind if I sit here?"
It was Theodore Nott.
"There's plenty of space in the common room Nott," (Y/N) pointed out. "You can sit somewhere else."
"Well actually, I wanted to talk to you."
(Y/N) rolled their eyes before looking towards Theodore. "What's there to talk about?"
Theodore huffed before responding. "We need to talk about what happened before break. We didn't exactly left off on the right foot."
"Obviously."
(Y/N) felt a multitude of emotions hit them. They felt angry, upset, frustrated. They weren't even sure they wanted Theodore to address what happened. It would either end in two ways, they would move past it and stay together, or it would lead to the end of them.
But (Y/N) knew they couldn't avoid this any longer. They nodded towards the seat next to them.
"Sit." Theodore sat down.
"So," (Y/N) began. "Talk."
"Right. Well, I think you should know why I was talking to Daphne." Theodore starts. "Her parents and my father were talking about joining forces with the Dark Lord. And my father decided I was old enough to join them."
(Y/N) saw Theodore rub his left forearm, where the dark mark was usually placed. This news shocked them. (Y/N) knew that his father supported Voldemort and preached his ideals, but they never thought he would make Theodore become a death eater.
"Daphne found out what happened when she overheard my father and her father talking with each other. She confronted me about it so I admitted it. Wasn't worth trying to hide if she pretty much already knew about it. She's been trying to calm me down and help me not think about what happened."
There were a million different things going through (Y/N)'s head, yet the only thing that settled was why didn't he tell them? They could've help him too.
"Why didn't you tell me about it?" (Y/N) asked.
The boy sighed, not daring to meet their eyes. "I didn't want you to get involved in this."
"Theodore, I don't care," they exclaimed. "I want to help you. I would've listened to you and help you!"
"(Y/N) this is not your place-"
"I'm not a child anymore Theodore!" (Y/N) screamed. "I know what's going on, I'm not an idiot!"
"(Y/N), you have to listen to me! Your parents aren't involved with the Dark Lord this time around. If I told you and someone finds out, you could put you and your parents in danger."
(Y/N) huffed. "Oh, but Daphne gets to know?"
"Daphne is protected because of her parents and she found out herself. I did not tell her."
"Oh, but you continued to talk to her about it!"
Theodore was starting to get frustrated. "Who else was I supposed to talk to?"
"Me! Your partner? Or even Draco, his dad supports Voldemort, he'd probably understand how you felt."
Theodore's eyes widen a bit at the mention of Draco's name, but (Y/N) didn't notice.
"Look (Y/N)," Theodore slowly said. "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about this. But you have to understand why I didn't tell you. I still care about you and this is something I didn't want you to get mixed in with, alright?"
(Y/N) sat there, calming themselves down. There was still one question that's been haunting them since the party.
"(Y/N)?"
"I just have one question for you." (Y/N) said, looking towards Theodore. The boy motioned for them to continue. "Did you ever feel anything for Daphne?"
There was a bit of hesitation in Theodore before he responded. "No."
(Y/N) looked at him oddly, noticing his hesitation.
"Theodore? Tell me the truth."
Theodore sighed before speaking. "I never lost feelings for you, but when I was talking Daphne, I felt different around her."
"W-what?" (Y/N) stuttered out. "Did you do anything?"
"No! I promise you I would never do anything with her." Theodore told them. "She's talking with Pucey anyways."
(Y/N) could feel the whirlpool of emotions coming back. Theodore confirmed one of the things they were hoping wasn't true. But he still liked them. But he's been hiding about him joining the Dark Lord. It was all too much to take in.
They leaned back against the chair with their arms crossed, staring into the dimly lit fire. "So, what do we do now?"
"What do you mean?" Theodore questioned them.
"About our relationship. What happens now?
There was a minute of uncomfortable silence penetrating the now empty room. The two of them not saying anything.
Another sigh emitted from Theodore before he stated his answer. "I think it's best if we take a break."
(Y/N) could feel their heart break at his answer. Their nightmare came true. They were losing him.
"There's a lot going on lately. With the war and Dark Lord rising it's going to be difficult to handle it all, especially with where I stand with him," Theodore said, motioning towards his left arm. "And I don't want to get you or your family involved in it."
"Yeah, y-you're right," (Y/N) choked out. "But we can still talk and be friends, right?"
"We can try."
(Y/N) nodded at his answer, trying not to let the tears welling up in their eyes escape. It seemed that Theodore had noticed it though, as he wrapped his arms in one last embrace.
"I love you, Theo."
There was a moment of silence before Theodore responded.
"I love you too."
The two sat there, (Y/N) quietly sobbing into Theodore's shoulder, not wanting to let go because that would be the last time they would be with him and would confirm their nightmare.
They lost Theodore.
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Theodore Nott x Reader "13" Series pt 2
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The entire rest of the week took forever to pass. All you could think about was your Hogsmeade date with Theo. Astoria was downright giddy that he'd asked you and was currently helping you pick out your outfit for the event, which was finally tomorrow. Daphne on the other hand was unsurprisingly, sitting on your bed with a slightly disdained look.
"I'm telling you, Y/n." Astoria flashed her sister a look that begged her to please, shut up, but Daphne continued while picking at the edges of her cuticles. "It's really suspicious that out of nowhere he just suddenly wants to go on a date with you." You rolled your eyes and attempted to ignore the slightly older girl.
"Besides, you've had a crush on him for so long there's no doubt that at least someone else has noticed who might've told him or something, not to mention, you've barely spoken more than two sentences to the boy save for your carriage escapade--"
"Daphne will you shut up!"
Immediately the room was silent. Both girls were staring at you with their eyes wide. You'd never yelled or exploded like that. Ever. Everyone knew you to be a shy girl who mostly kept to herself save for a few longing looks at Theo when you were sure he wasn't looking.
The rest of the time in your dorm was suffocatingly silent. When you opened the door to head down to dinner, tension exploded from the room like a pressurized cannister and seeped into the quiet halls. You could feel that your face was still hot from the interaction. Why couldn't Daphne Greengrass just be supportive for once in her life? You hadn't meant to scream at her like that, but you were riding a high for the first time in a while, and you didn't want anyone to ruin that. As your best friend, you thought she'd understand.
Instead of sitting with Astoria and Daphne at dinner, you sat secluded at your own little space at the table. A little while into the meal, Theo entered the Great Hall. You made eye contact with him and smiled. He smiled back and offered a small wave while blushed covered his olive colored skin.
Your surprise (and smile) widened when he made a beeline straight for you instead of making his way over to where Mattheo and Draco were perched on the other side of the hall. Draco look confused and honestly a little put off while Mattheo was smirking slightly to himself. You tried not to think too much of Mattheo's weird looks. He was known to be quite an odd boy, always well beyond his years, older than he needed to be. If anything, your heart clenched for the poor boy who had to grow up far too quickly.
"Your face is quite red, Y/n. Are you feeling okay?" Theo pressed a hand to your forehead and you reveled in the feeling of his skin against yours for a moment or so before pulling back and offering what you'd hoped was a reassuring smile. "I'm okay, Theo. Just a little minor disagreement among friends." Theo nodded in mutual understanding and threw both legs over the bench, one after the other, until he was plopped comfortably at your side.
He stared at the empty plate in front of him for a bit, then suddenly, an intricate and delicious looking pasta conjured. Magic never ceased to amaze you, even though you'd been around it since you were born. "What's that?" Theo's head turned slightly and he made partial eye contact with you. A light sparked in his eyes before fizzling out.
"An italian dish my Nonna used to make when she was alive. It's called cassarecce di pollo." The deep drawl of an Italian accent made it's appearance as he spoke. You leaned over to get a catch of the scent. The smell of the dish in combination with Theo's natural earthy swirl had you practically drooling. In your bliss, you didn't notice Theo subtly scoot closer to you on the bench. When your eyes opened, he was there. Inches from your face. He kept his eyes locked on yours while he collected some of the dish onto a fork and held it out for you to taste.
The moment the pasta hit your tongue, flavor exploded. The sauce was creamy and tangy. The tomatoes were perfectly cooked. The chicken was grilled and rubbed in a sort of dry seasoning that you surely couldn't name, but which made your tastebuds dance on the tip of your tongue.
"Well? What do you think cuore?"
"It's delicious." The word he used with you had your eyes flicking to his in a moment. "What's that word you used?" Theo smiled amusedly and started to dig into his dinner like nothing happened. "Don't worry about it. Eat your food."
After consuming the entire plate of your most favorite dish and laughing vibrantly with Theo, you were on clouds. Daphne had to be wrong. There's no way that Theodore Nott could ever do anything like that to anybody. Sure, he'd never taken much interest in girls before, but he was finally breaking that streak. And for you no less. To be the girl that Theodore Nott chose was nothing short of explicit and perpetual happiness.
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When the sun rose the next morning, you all but skyrocketed out of bed. It was finally the day of your date with Theo. The warm September sun was casting bright golden rays throughout the open fields of the castle grounds and you could only imagine what Hogsmeade looked like at such a beautiful time. You grabbed the cute sundress that you'd picked out last night and slid it down your body so quick that you may have gotten carpet burn.
Finally, the fruition of three years of longing stares. There was no way that life actually got this perfect. When you made your way down to the courtyard with a thrung of other students, Theo was already there waiting. He jogged up to you with a bright smile and his permission slip clutched tightly in his right hand. The two of you exchanged greetings and made each other howl with laughter on the trip to the village.
Theo was crouched over and holding his stomach with hoots of laughter bursting uncontained from his throat when you arrived at Hogsmeade. You'd made a joke about Draco's unhealthy obsession with Harry Potter bordering on an occult following and the poor boy doubled over. His laughter was booming and contagious. Seeing the boy you'd liked for so long, so happy made your heart swell against your ribcage. Like it always did when Theodore Nott was around.
The two of you began your day with a trip to Zonko's. When you'd mentioned wanting to go, Theo's eyes lit up. I've never met a girl that liked Zonko's. Your body blushed from the inside out at the comment. Something about Theo subtly implying that he'd never met a girl like you make your skeleton feel like dancing right out of your skin.
After a long few hours at a few other places in Hogsmeade, the two of you decided to end the date with a stop in the Three Broomsticks. Madame Rosmerta smiled largely at Theo as he entered. She asked of his Aunt Georgia, to which Theo happily replied that she'd had a healthy baby girl and was recovering nicely.
The entire date was going perfectly. Until Mattheo Riddle walked into the Three Broomsticks. Theo's eyes widened as Mattheo took a seat next to him at your table. You'd never really interacted with him too much. Mattheo's crass and abrasive personality set you slightly on edge. Still, wanting to be friends with Theo's friends, you offered him a smile and a small wave. "Hi Mattheo."
Mattheo offered a conniving smile that made you so uncomfortable you wished to look away. You held your ground though. "Well hey there Y/n." He slung a heavy arm over Theo's shoulders and leaned his other thick forearm on the rickety table. "You two seemed pretty content."
Theo hastily shoved Mattheo's arm off of him and put a good five inches between himself and the dark haired boy. "Shove off, Mattheo." Mattheo's eyes darkened and his smile faltered before he turned his attention back to yours and the same unnerving grin returned. "Aww don't be that way, Theodore. I just figured since you and Y/n are clearly so close that she should know."
Your head cocked sideways in clear confusion. Your eyes flickered between the two and when neither of them spoke, your patience began to run thin. "Know what?" Still both boys were silent. Mattheo was staring at Theo intensely and clapped a large hand on his back. "What Theo?" You hissed at the boy across the table.
Mattheo released a heavy sigh that seemed far too fake. Your suspicion grew tenfold. "Here's the thing Y/n. Theodore here only asked you out because Draco and I bet him twenty-five galleons that he couldn't break your heart in less than a week." An iron hammer appeared out of nowhere and swung at your ribcage until the bones shattered and your heart fell right from your chest onto the floor.
Theo didn't deny the accusation and stared at you apologetically with tears brimming the bottom of his eyes. He didn't have any right to be crying. You stood from the table so loud that all the patrons in the Three Broomsticks stared. A few nearby even offered you pitying looks. Tears clouded your vision so heavily you didn't see the withering look that Theo cast at Mattheo or the disappointed one that Madame Rosmerta cast at Theo.
Theo was on your tail as the door to the Three Broomsticks slammed behind you. He caught you just outside on the pavement. The setting sun gave your skin a glow that was nothing short of angelic. But the broken look that you gave him caused permanent shards to stab at his insides until they twisted themselves into dozens of little knots.
"Y/n."
"Theo why would you ever do this to anyone?"
"I didn't want to. I didn't want to do this to anybody, let alone you."
"Then why?"
"Because! I've been in love with you since the moment we met and I saw an opportunity to get close to you! What was I supposed to do? I never planned for you to find out."
You laughed brokenly through your sobs and had given up on trying to wipe your running mascara. Your heart shatters all over again. Not only did Theodore Nott do a downright horrible thing to you, but he did it out of 'love'. The biological phenomenon labeled 'heartbreak' settles into every cell in your body. Evidence of your blind, trusting faith in Theodore Nott. Faith that broke and bled and now moves in shockwaves through your body, mind, and soul. The only person capable of truly hurting you had obliterated every part of you until the pieces lay on the ground at his feet. All for a stupid bet.
"You should've said no, Theodore." His name was soft from your lips but the boy still noticeably winced. The sound cut his skin like knives leaving invisible scars. "I should've known that loving you would be the end of me. To love you Theodore Nott, is to lose my mind. You and your stupid little friends justifying it. 'She's already fucked in the head.' Is that what you've been telling yourself to sleep for the past week?"
The rage began to simmer under your skin until it felt like it was pouring out of every inch of your body.
"Actually don't answer that. I don't care."
For the first time in three years, your heart rate didn't jump when you looked at Theodore Nott. Your heart didn't swell, it deflated. Your cheeks didn't heat up. For the first time in three years, when you looked at Theodore Nott, you felt nothing.
Nothing at all.
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Opposite
Mattheo Riddle x Reader
Reader: she/her pronouns, no house mentioned but are friends with the Slytherin Squad and Hufflepuff Faction <3
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Warnings: swearing, mentions of underage drinking, implied sex-no smut. It’s literally a sentence- (Please let me know if I missed any)
Category: Angst, One-Shot, Songfic, ex-boyfriend, on and off relationship, jealousy, no use of y/n
Summary: In which Mattheo has a new girlfriend and she looks nothing like you.
So y'all are in Hogsmeade now? Guess it's public.  You recall what Annlynn looks like and note that she has a face like that other girl you're in love with. The one in that movie you both watched again and again since it was his favourite. You scoff. ‘You knew I would see that. You knew I would notice.’ You think to yourself.
Request: anon requested
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You are in the astronomy tower for your evening lesson, and you hear giggling next to you.
“Mattheo says I’m his type.”
Your ears prickle at the mention of his name. 
Oh, so you do have a type? And it's not me.
You brush off the memory of the argument you had with Mattheo the previous year when he would rather drink a shot than tell everyone at the party what his type was. That action stung even to the present day. You remember him defending himself saying that everyone knew you were his girlfriend and that he didn’t need to describe you. It still would have been nice to hear.
“He’s been writing to me all summer.” The same voice spills more tea to her friends.
Oh, so you can reply? Just to not me. 
All summer you had hoped that Mattheo would write to you taking back the harsh words exchanged in your heated break-up a few weeks before the holidays. You sent him a postcard from Paris saying you wished he was with you, but you never got a response. You didn’t think anything of it since it was just a postcard, and he never usually replies to them.
Ever since then, the closest you have ever had to talking was during potions where you asked him to pass the jar of bat wings.
That was a week ago.
You now hear the same group of voices ask about you, to which the girl responds, “He says he’s over her and wants something new. He’s so obsessed with my eyes.”
You can’t tell if she’s speaking loudly for your benefit, but you certainly know that she is aware of your vicinity now as Pansy swears at them and throws them the finger. You quickly grab your friend’s arm and gently move her away.
Despite your better judgement, you turn to look at the person speaking about your ex-boyfriend as you stride to the other side of the room.
‘If you wanted those colour eyes. I could have got contacts.’
“Ignore them. You deserve better anyways.” Pansy tries to reassure you. You nod in agreement, but you can’t shake the uneasiness you feel when you look at Mattheo and he’s looking at her.
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“Pass me the butter?” Daphne requests. 
Your head feels faint and wobble the butter dish nearly dropping the lid, and the whole butter itself, into Pansy’s hot chocolate.
“That’s not the dairy I want in my cup.” Pansy jokes. She takes the dish off your hands and passes it over to Daphne.
“You look like a panda. Are you feeling alright?” Tracey asks, taking a bite out of her breakfast. She calls your name when you don’t reply. 
Your eyes give the great hall a once over and notice that the person haunting your nights is not at his usual seat with his friends. 
“He’s on a date in Hogsmeade.” Informed Susan. “I heard Annlynn brag about it last night in the common room.”
You saw Pansy glare at Susan.
“What? Ow! Why did you kick me?” Susan reaches down to rub her hurt shin.
So y'all are in Hogsmeade now? Guess it's public. 
You recall what Annlynn looks like and note that she has a face like that other girl you're in love with. The one in that movie you both watched again and again since it was his favourite. You scoff. ‘You knew I would see that. You knew I would notice.’ You think to yourself.
“Guys it’s fine. His loss and besides she looks nothing like me.” You can't really tell, should you be tryna take it as a compliment? It's kinda feeling like the opposite. You see your friends look at each other and then at you.
“Yes girly! Let’s go shopping and show him what he’s missing!” Pansy hypes you up as she raises her teacup and you all clink.
“Hear hear!”
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Browsing the racks in Galdrags Wizardwear, you have two outfits on hangers in your hands. You head over to the mirror stand by the shop’s main window frame and alternate putting the outfits in front of you. Your eyes look outside, and you catch them holding hands.
With the mirror in front of you, you couldn’t help comparing yourself and the girl he has in his arms.
‘She looks nothing like me. So why do you look so happy?’
Now you think you get the cause of it. He was holding out to find the opposite. From your hair to your eyes to your style. Even when you changed your hair because he said you looked better if you had it styled that way. It’s all the opposite of her.
And you know now, even if you tried to change that somehow, he’d end up with her anyway.
You snap out of your head when Megan scares you from behind. “You’d look cute in either.”
“Get both!” You hear Millicent from the other side of the room.
You smile and it fades when you lock eyes with Mattheo.
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He was with her longer than you thought they would be. It’s been weeks now. Gazing at the ceiling of your four-post bed, many questions swirl around your mind.
When you argue, does she say nothing so you feel good? When you’re at parties, does she step out of the spotlight so you bathe in it?  When you’re alone, does she get up on top of you more than I would? When you capture her in your sketchbook, does she just love the picture 'cause you're painting it?
“Are you coming?” Your dorm mate calls to you.
It’s the first official match of the year. Slytherin vs Gryffindor. Although you protested not attending and insisted you’d rather stay inside your friends won even though it’s a rainy November. 
You grab your umbrella and raincoat and tread your way to the quidditch pitch. The crowd in the stands were wild in anticipation. Susan beckons you to sit with them, and they’re all dressed devoid of house colours. 
The students cheered for every goal scored and every goal saved. You scream and laugh to your heart's content. The feeling is freeing, and the autumn showers subside. Whizzing brooms and bludgers make you forget about the one boy on the team playing that still held your heart.
At least not until the whistle blows and Mattheo flies toward your stand. The beat of your heart pounds fast in your chest. Is he going to whisk you away like that the first time you broke up? Then your heart falls heavy and your lungs dispel all the hope in your body as you watch him take off with her.
Only it wasn’t Annlynn. But they do have the same features. 
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It was a bad idea from the start. Studying with your shared friendship circle. But you had missed him. The only time you ever get to interact with him was in group settings.
He was seated beside you for two hours. You’d ask him what he wrote for certain questions, and he’d reply politely. Like he was talking to a stranger, not an old friend. But you take it. You take whatever communication you could get.
You ask once more for his answer to a defence against the dark arts question however, before he could reply, his chair is pulled back, and a girl sits on his lap.
You look away at the public display of affection they share. The nib of your quill ruined by the pressure you place on it.
“Get a room!” You hear Blaise chuckle. 
You whip your head to see Mattheo standing, his arm wraps around her. “Let’s go Harper.”
“Get it boy!” Blaise winks at him. Mattheo shakes his head laughing.
They’ve all looked nothing like you. So why does he look so happy? He really must have been holding out to find the opposite.
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At the after-party for Slytherin’s win against Ravenclaw, all were present in the great hall. You fill up your cup with whatever fruit blend was in the punch bowl.
“Hey there! Care to Dance?” A quick glance at Mattheo and his date and you take the hand of one Anthony Goldstein.
You danced the night away and had nearly seven cups of the now alcoholic punch bowl, thank you Weasley twins. You tried everything to forget that Mattheo once again was with another girl who doesn’t resemble you. 
Throughout the night your eyes darted to Mattheo and his new girl. The only time their lips were apart was when he would take a swig out of his cup. Every time you saw them, you took a gulp out of yours.
Now, you weren’t drunk per se, but you were feeling a little dizzy after twirling and swaying to the music. You see them walk out of the hall and you couldn’t take it anymore. 
You decide to head outside for some air. You wipe a tear off your face with the back of your hand. 
Whilst opening the courtyard door, you bump into someone. You catch yourself on to the biceps of the person.
“Oh my! You must work out!” The words come out as easily as you sipped the alcohol that caused the bravery.
“Careful darling wouldn’t want your date to think you’re hitting on me.” At the sound of Mattheo’s voice, you curse quietly. You take your heels off and walk away. Footsteps seem to be following you.
“How is Goldstein?” Mattheo asks, pronouncing the name slowly, a hard expression on his face.
You sit on one of the stone arch windows. The cold surface cools you down slightly.
“Oh, he is fine as hell!” You glare at him and with bitterness in your voice you ask, “How is clone number 4?” 
You roll around a gobstone you find on the floor with your foot and kick it a bit too hard toward Mattheo.
“Her name is Maya. Why do you care anyway?” He kicks the stone back to you.
“I care but I don't!” Your volume is lower, your shoulders slouch, and your neck tilts downwards. “Just wondering when… all those times you… you said I'm beautiful. Was I being lied to?”
Looking up at him, you can’t tell if his expression is soft, or it is because your eyes are starting to water. When he says nothing, you carry on.
“She looks nothing like me. Can't really tell should I be tryna take it as a compliment? It's kinda feeling like the opposite.”
He takes a step forward and you hear him whisper your name. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.”
You laugh scornfully. “Then why are you with her and not back with me?”
Mattheo runs his hands through his hair and holds them in his fists. “Because you were right!”
Your brows furrow. He continues, “Darling, I’m not good enough for you!”
“I have never said that!” 
Flashbacks to your argument run through your mind. It might have slipped out. You can’t remember. It was all a blur. You don’t even recall the reason why you broke up this time. Whatever was said you were sure you never meant it. You never meant to hurt him like this.
“But it’s true! You deserve more than what I can give you. You deserve the world darling.” He takes another step towards you.
You look up and his eyes meet with yours.
“I don’t want the world. I want you.”
That’s all it took for his walls to crash down as his lips crashes yours.
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THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Twenty Two
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draco x fem!ravenclaw reader / postwar au series
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One Hell of a Dinner Party
"So, Draco, your mother tells us you've taken a fancy to Ministry work," Mr Greengrass asks the young Malfoy heir from across the long dark wood table, between them a feast for at least a hundred people laid out by house elves scuttering to and fro, "fine place, the Ministry. Well, under the correct management, that is."
The man laughs, as Lucius joins purely out of politeness. Draco, too, manages a small laugh, as he pushes the food around his plate.
"Well, I've been thinking about that, yes," he answers, Astoria gazing at him from across the way, Daphne on her umpteenth glass of wine, "but I also like medicine, sir, so maybe a job at St. Mungo's."
"St. Mungo's, you say?" the older gentlemen looks over at this wife, Mrs Greengrass, who cuts her food into pea size pieces, and gives her an rather unreadable look, "very noble of you son, to want to help others, but what about the pay, and the hours? Not a very suitable job for a family man, wouldn't you agree, Lucius?"
"Ah, well, we have always told Draco he may choose whatever profession he would like," Lucius goes on to explain, dabbing the corners of his mouth with his napkin, "I'm sure, once he has climbed up the ranks, he will have more flexibility with the job."
Mr Greengrass scoffs amusingly.
"And how long would that take, Lucius? Narcissa, surely you would prefer Draco to choose a much more stable profession? There are plenty of places in accounting at the Ministry, I can always put a good word in for your boy." said Mr Greengrass.
Draco clenches his fist under the table. If it wasn't for his mother breathing down his neck, he would've given old Greengrass a piece of his mind. Astoria, like a deer in the headlights, looks between the adults with a nervous disposition.
"The offer is very much appreciated, isn't it, dear?" Narcissa then speaks up, looking over at Draco with a desperate sort of look in her eyes. Draco, already fed up and even more so now Mr Greengrass had voiced his opinion, takes a deep breath and forces a smile onto his face.
"Tell me, Mr Greengrass," Draco said in the most sarcastic tone he could muster, Daphne shaking her head at him in the corner of his eye in an attempt to stop whatever he was thinking about saying, "you've been at the Ministry for some time now. How do you find sleeping at night?"
"Right, how about some dessert?" Narcissa says very loudly, chair legs scraping along the dining room floor as she begins gathering plates and passing them to the tiny house elf, "I made the most delicious looking pavlova. Mrs Greengrass, care for some? Tea or coffee, anyone?"
Her voice seemed to be getting higher in pitch as she spoke, the tension now thick and rather unpleasant. Within a few minutes, the table was cleared and in floated several mouth-watering desserts. Along with Narcissa's pavlova, there was freshly baked strawberry cheesecake, double chocolate fudge cake and boats of pouring cream and custard. As the dessert settled on the tables service, talk of school began, and Draco's mind started to drift far away from the conversation around him.
"We are so proud of Astoria," Mrs Greengrass boasts, helping herself to the thinnest slice of cheesecake the world has ever seen, "we have full faith she will come out with top marks. Such a clever and interesting young woman."
Daphne snorts quietly as she indulges in chocolate cake, Draco meeting her eyes with a small smirk tugging at his lips. Astoria gives her sister a stern look. Their mother then changes the subject to Draco's school days, much to his dismay.
"Astoria tells us that you're rather sporty, Draco," Mrs Greengrass then asks, picking at her cheesecake, "she says you've taken up Quidditch this year?"
"He's always played Quidditch, Ma," Daphne rolls her eyes, "can't you remember?"
"The best seeker Slytherin has seen in years," Astoria speaks loudly over her sister, "Madam Hooch even says so. Thanks to him Slytherin have done extremely well this year."
"Isn't that wonderful, dear?" Mrs Greengrass says to Mr Greengrass, who hums in agreement as his mouth is full of pavlova, "and have you always liked playing Quidditch, dear?"
Draco clears his throat.
"I had a break in sixth year," he explains, all eyes now on him, "but I recently got back into it," he pauses for a moment, glancing at the six people around the table, "a good friend of mine helped me regain my passion for it."
Astoria choked a little on her dessert, before gulping down a glass of water.
"It's always nice to have good friends around you," Mrs Greengrass smiles, "does your friend also play Quidditch? Is he into sport?"
"She doesn't play, no," Draco smiles, the thought of you making his evening feel a little lighter. Daphne excuses herself to use the restroom, sensing the rise in tension as her mother's eyes widen to the size of the dessert plates.
"She?" Mrs Greengrass repeats in a sort of strained voice.
"Draco, why don't you tell Mr and Mrs Greengrass about your potions classes this year? You've thoroughly enjoyed them, haven't you?" Narcissa nudges Draco's leg under the table harshly, glaring at him over her cheesecake and cream.
"Do you have many friends, Draco?" Mrs Greengrass asks, shrugging off Narcissa, her face souring even though she was trying her best to keep a smile on her face. Mr Greengrass, oblivious to the current topic, was talking Lucius' ear off about his recent investment at the Ministry.
Draco grits his teeth, remembers what he's enduring this for, and lays down his fork.
"No, ma'am," he digs his nails into his knee to ease some of the frustration, Astoria staring at him with such intensity he almost feels his skin burning, "I'm afraid I don't mix all that well."
"He's being modest," Astoria laughs awkwardly, "Draco has many friends. Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini; you remember them, Mummy?"
She hums, and takes a miniscule bite of cheesecake.
Once dessert was over, the plates were cleared and in came the pots of tea and coffee, floating on silver trays with small, sugared biscuits on each coaster. A teacup was given to each of them, followed by their choice with cream or milk. Small talk passed the time, as Draco contemplated his entire existence in his cup of tea. In his pocket sits the little velvet box, a rock nestled in a silver band inside, waiting to be placed on Astoria's long, pale finger. He catches her line of vision when he looks up, and she smiles over her cup. He smiles back, and the guilt of his unrequited feelings starts to make him feel nauseous.
As soon as tea and coffee was finished, Narcissa leads the guests back to the drawing room, where fresh bottles of wine and glasses had been placed on a golden tray in the centre of the coffee table. The fire was smoldering, as even in the summer, the large rooms of Malfoy Manor rarely heat up enough. Conversation starts once more, and the time for Draco's proposal creeps ever closer. He could feel his parents eyes on him every second, any time he refilled Astoria's glass with sparkling grape presse and her fingers brushed his, even when he shuffled slightly in his seat. The anticipation was clearly killing them. Even Mrs Greengrass jolted when he moved. It seemed everyone was eager, except for him. Daphne became topic of conversation for a while, Narcissa asking her twenty questions from her job search to her love life.
"I just love wizarding fashion, Mrs Malfoy," Daphne explains, playing with the ends of her golden, silky hair. Daphne was always beautiful, but Blaise had long made his interests known for the eldest Greengrass daughter, "Madam Malkin has been so kind as to let me help her around the shop, only to get some experience. I want to be a steam stress eventually, and design my own tasteful gowns for young witches."
"And what about Pansy?" Draco hears his mother ask, and his heart drops to his feet upon remembering what Pansy had witnessed, "do you still see one another? I have invited the family over to the manor a few times. Lovely girl, isn't she, Draco?"
"Uh, yeah," Draco nods, trying to sound genuine, "she was always... around, right, Daph?"
Daphne stifles a laugh.
"Indeed she was," Daphne agrees, and then smirks devilishly, "I think the reason for that was her... what shall we call it... interest, in you, Dray."
"Interest. Sure." Draco sips on his wine as Daphne turns her head to chuckle. It would seem Pansy knew better than to blab about her findings that night; she may be a lot of things, Pansy Parkinson, but being disloyal to Draco didn't seem to be one of them. She knew, just as well as he did, that Draco knew her all too well. There were a fair few things he was sure her parents would be interested to find out about their precious Pansy.
"Would anyone care for a drink in the garden?" Narcissa then asks, giving Draco a knowing look, "Draco, why don't you take Astoria to see my flower beds and wait for us to join you?"
This was the moment he'd been dreading. In his mother's letter, she strictly said to be prepared for when she offers the Greengrasses a drink in the garden. That was the perfect time, she said, to get down on one knee. As Astoria's parents walk out into the courtyard, surrounded by Narcissa's immaculate flower beds, Draco would be asking for their daughter's hand in marriage. How romantic, his mother had written, under the summer moon. It will be spectacular.
How scripted, more like, is what Draco thought.
A sudden cold sweat dripped down Draco's back. He grips the little box in his pocket, and for a long moment, doesn't respond to what his mother was asking of him. He didn't realise how long he'd been standing there, slack-jawed, until Narcissa cleared her throat loudly and gave him a look only a mother could.
"Oh, uh, yes, I can do that," he then rushes out, and holds out a clammy hand for Astoria to take, "please, let me lead the way."
She takes his hand without haste. Draco, silently, takes the girl out of the drawing room and through the house, all the while gripping the box in his pocket. Astoria, not sure what to make of Draco's strange behaviour, remains just as quiet, her heels clicking along the tiled floors and echoing in the stale air. As they neared the glass doors leading to the courtyard, they pass the staircase leading up to the room which Draco took you to. The one with the big window that seems to look out at the entire universe. He stops, dead in his tracks, and stares at the doorway.
"I was just thinking how big the world is, you know?" you had said, and he remembers looking across at you and thinking how nice you looked. How pretty you were, and how ignorant he was for never noticing that, "like, all those little specs in the sky are something, and we're just here. Looking up at them. A small piece in a big puzzle."
He recalls thinking that your mind must be a rather interesting place, to come out with something as deep as that. But then you asked him, perhaps the most complicated question he'd ever heard, and if he thinks about it, if you were to ask him now, his answer would be completely different.
"Have you ever loved anyone?"
He remembers, his answer was no. And he was quite confident in that answer, but now...
Now he had tasted what it felt like to crave someone, to want their presence even in the most mundane moments. When he's alone in bed at night. When he's reading in silence. When he's needing a comforting word or someone to lean on.
"Draco?" Astoria's voice sounds distant, "are you alright?"
A tidal wave of memories came rushing back to him. Christmas. Watching the stars, playing chess in the Astronomy tower. Burning potions. Arguing. The moment you threw that silly little drawing into the fire. All those nights you spent listening to him ramble on about constellations. The taste of your lips and the feeling of your hand in his. How, no matter how much he tries, he simply cannot be without you. A piece of him was forever missing.
"Draco," Astoria shakes him a little, worry plastered all over her face when he finally snaps out of it and faces her, "what's wrong? You went rigid and pale. Are you feeling well?"
"I, uh..." he begins, but the words get stuck, and suddenly the long corridor is suffocating, the air is thin and his suit is uncomfortable, "need some air."
He rushes off without her, loosening his tie and running a hand through his neat hair. Astoria hurries after him, calling for him to slow down, to tell her what was wrong. As he approaches the courtyard doors, he pushes them open with so much force that the glass rattles in the panes. The cooler night air hits him like a bludger to the head, and for the first time in an extremely long time, one thing was so strong and clear in his mind that everything else was getting lost within it, and his strength was returning to his spent and beaten soul.
"I can't do this," he says, as Astoria comes to a halt behind him, panting slightly, "I... can't do this. I see it now. All this time I've... What the fuck am I doing?"
Astoria doesn't say anything, instead, she merely comes to stand beside him. For a long moment, they just stand in silence.
"Draco," Astoria then breaks it, and Draco's watery eyes meet hers, "we both know what is expected of us tonight. Right now, as we stand here, they are waiting for the right time to witness our engagement. Even Daphne sussed it."
"Astoria," Draco's quiet voice says, "I can't-"
"Do you believe in soul mates, Draco?" Astoria continues, but Draco can't seem to find an answer. The pretty brunette continues anyway, "because I do. I believe it's not our hearts that yearn for another, but our souls. I like to think, that somewhere out there, a soul wanders this earth looking for its other half... it's soul mate."
She then turns to face him fully, a gust of wind ruffling her long brown locks. A smile graces her features, and she gently places her hand on his face.
"I want you to know, whatever you chose to do tonight, I understand," she whispers to him, "because the other half of my soul is still out there... but you, Draco, you have found yours."
"What are you saying, 'Storia?" Draco mutters, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, "you've always been so adamant that this is what needs to happen. Why the sudden change of heart?"
She shrugs.
"It's true, that I'd be happy to marry you, Draco," she admits freely, "but seeing you tonight, how stressed you've been, how unsettled throughout dinner. Why should someone make you feel that way? No matter what way you look at it, you are unhappy. We would marry, and you would still be unhappy. You'd learn to live with it, because that's the kind of man you are. Monogamous and faithful," she retracts her hand and looks out over the garden, "when you stopped back there, you were thinking of her, weren't you?"
"I feel so terrible," he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut, "why is this happening?"
"I want you to understand that I will never think ill of you, Draco," Astoria reassures him, "I don't think I ever could. If you walk away now, then I will not stop you. If you chose to stay and marry me, then I can only ask that you learn to live with your decision, and we make the best out of this situation. You have a choice. I never should have made you think otherwise. It was wrong of me."
A choice. Draco has never been presented with one of those before. He takes a deep, shaky breath and then remembers Grangers words. He remembers the dinner at Weasleys, the chance that Granger had taken the liberty to offer him, and as if a fire was lit from under him, courage and warmth spread throughout his entire body.
"Astoria," he says firm and serious, turning his entire body to face her fully, and takes her hands in his, "I want you to know that I have always and will always wish you happiness. You will make someone very happy one day, I'm absolutely certain of it, but mostly," he presses a quick kiss to her hand, "I thank you, for giving me something no one ever has before."
"What's that?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.
"A choice," he whispers, and she smiles a teary smile.
"Go to your soul mate, Draco," she tells him, "and don't look back, you understand?"
He pulls her into his embrace, squeezes her as if his life depends on it, and backs away before breaking into a sprint across the garden. If he was to make it, he at least had to apparate to Weasleys before the night was over. But first, he had to get as far away from the manor as he could. Behind him, he could hear the commotion, and Mr Greengrasses furious voice bellowing.
"What do you mean he's gone?" the man shouts, Astoria's calmer voice trying to explain the situation best she could. Draco hid behind a large oak tree, far enough away to apparate safely. As he catches his breath, he hears Mrs Greengrass uncontrollably sobbing and wailing into the night like a hurt animal.
"Stood up! Our precious Astoria! You should be ashamed Narcissa, ashamed I tell you!"
"It's not like that!" Astoria's voice yelled, causing the ruckus to seize, "this is a mutual decision, mother."
"Our son would never do this without reason, Mrs Greengrass, please be assured," Narcissa tries to quell the situation, "there has to be a perfectly good explanation."
"He's in love with someone else," Daphne puts simply, and gasps from all around are heard throughout the night, "he has to be. Silly boy thinks he's hiding it well. Couldn't be more obvious if he said it out right."
"With who, exactly?" Narcissa asks frantically, "not once has he mentioned..." she trails off, remembering a slice of conversation between them, a small detail she should have paid much more mind to, when he asked "Would you and father resent me?"
"Narcissa!" Mr Greengrass says abruptly, "explain this mess or so help me-"
"If you speak to my wife in that tone again, Mr Greengrass, I think you may need to leave." Lucius says coolly, coming to stand before the man, who was much smaller in comparison.
"No need to worry, Lucius, as we are very much leaving," Mr Greengrass flares his nostrils, "girls, get your coats. Never again are we stepping foot in this house."
Mrs Greengrass, still sobbing and wailing, follows her husband back through the house. Daphne politely thanks Narcissa and Lucius with a sympathetic smile. As Astoria passes, she thinks twice about saying something, and then double backs on herself.
"Mr and Mrs Malfoy," she calls back, and they both turn to face her, "Draco may not want me to intervene, but I must say this," She pauses, looking back as her father calls for her, "he has tried, for many months now, to gather the courage to marry how you wish. He has battled with his true feelings and the fear of disappointing you. Even I, and I realise now I had no place, tried to convince him that he must follow this path, and not the one he chooses for himself," another furious call from Mr Greengrass and Astoria begins backing away towards the glass doors, "please, if there's one thing I can ask of you, it's that you hear him out. Please."
"ASTORIA, IF YOU DON'T GET HERE RIGHT NOW-"
"Please, listen to him," are her final words as shes rushing back through the doors and out of sight, leaving Narcissa and Lucius in a state of utter confusion.
And just over the way, behind the large oak tree, Draco successfully apparates to the Weasley's home.
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The Minister’s Daughter
- draco malfoy -
PART 1
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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin Reader
Summary: The Minister’s daughter who fell in love with a death eater.
Warnings: Death Eaters, Break- up, Angst with a happy ending.
Word Count: 4.9k
Author’s Note: This is the Part One of a 5 part story. Requests & feedbacks are always welcome. 🤍
Her whole world shattered in a split moment. Never in a million years she thought the man once she loved would be allied with darkness. Her body was trembling, her hands were shaking, her mind was blurred but most of all didn't seem to matter because she could swear that the man standing in front of her was nobody but a stranger from now on.
Let me take you to the beginning of it. Let me take you take you to the beginning of the end.
She was the Minister of Magic’s daughter, which made her popular in a way that is expected. She was everybody's acquittance in one way or another. As for Slytherins, she was a fellow house member. She was a part of the pride that this house took consideration in. For Gryffindors, she was unexpectedly nice, someone who exchanges smiles despite the dispute between two houses. For Ravenclaws, she was a friendly face in the library. She was harmless. For Hufflepuff's she was someone who was pretty kind for a Slytherin while she had a certain reputation to hold as the Minister's daughter. Well, she certainly had her disputes with other students every now and then, but she never crossed a line, which was pretty exceptional for a Slytherin.
Up until her 5th year, she was holding pretty well. She had close-knit friend group which consisted Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson. Those three were practically inseparable since their childhood. Then there was this bigger group she was involved in which consisted Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini and Mattheo Riddle. They were called "The Sacred Seven" in school grounds. This was basically a side-name founded after The Sacred Twenty-Eight. They were the cool kids of cool parents. The parents symbolized wealth, power, nobility, wisdom, prudence and dignity, while the kids symbolized the next generation of all these virtues. They were the upholder's of these virtues. They were the future of The Wizarding World. They held power into their hands and no one could take it away from them. It was pretty obvious that they all had some kind of reputation to hold, but hers was different. Y/N's case was totally different than the rest. First of all, her parents were not Slytherins. Never in a million years they could be. Both her parents were Ravenclaws, known for their academic excellence. Her father had been an esteemed healer, known for his exceptional skills that attracted patients from around the world. It wasn't long before he assumed the position of Minister of Magic. Yet, when it came to their loyalties, the situation was even more intricate. Their loyalties were to Order. But as for Y/N, her loyalty was to Draco Malfoy and Draco Malfoy only. She could usually tell right from wrong and good from bad, but when it came to Draco, her judgment seemed to vanish.
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It was the summer that links 4th year to 5th when she started to notice her interest in Draco. Not like Theo, Blaise or Mattheo but in a heart-skipping way. Whenever Draco's gaze settled on her, it stole her breath away. It sent shivers down her spine, and her heart raced so loudly in her chest that she feared he could hear it. There was no denying his undeniable handsomeness; he was, in every sense, flawless.
That summer was pretty normal. The Sacred Seven united every once a week what felt like an eternity to her. They were closer than ever. But why did she felt like it was not enough?
Y/N has never really been a summer girl. She never really liked hot. However, The Ministry was throwing an end of the summer party and her Sacred Seven was invited, as well. Her father being the Minister of Magic, they were automatically the hosts for the party. Their house was surely a perfect fit for a posh party with it's great entrance hall and it's big garden.
For the upcoming party, Y/N decided to invite Daphne and Pansy over to prepare together. The girls were brimming with excitement and had been buzzing about this event for weeks. Choosing the perfect outfit had become a significant task for them. However for Y/N, one thing became important more and more each minute. And it was him liking her. Although they have been friends since forever, something inside her started to change towards him. And she can only hope that he was feeling the same.
"What do you think about this one?" asked Daphne shaking diamond earrings.
"They are a favourite for me and they'd look perfect on you." answered Y/N.
Daphne wore the earrings.
"Guys, I dont think I can do my zip. Can you help?" asked Y/N.
"Coming." answered Pansy.
Y/N was wearing an shiny emerald gown. She chose to wear the color emerald because she thought he would like it. She thought Draco would like it. So now, she was standing in front of a mirror, looking at herself only hoping for his fancy.
Her friends, not aware of her feelings towards Draco, was standing behind her and looking at her, as well.
"This dress is a total dream." said Daphne.
"Yes and it must cost a fortune." added Pansy.
"Actually, I don't remember how much I payed for it, I just thought it was nice so I bought it." smiled Y/N.
"Says The Minister's Daughter." added Pansy rolling her eyes.
While girls were chatting and getting ready Y/N's mother knocked the door.
"Come in." said Y/N.
"Girls, you all look amazing. Our guests have started to arrive. I will go down stairs now and your presence will be needed within few minutes." said Y/N's mother.
"Okay mom, we will be down stairs shortly." answered Y/N.
One last breath and then she was ready to go.
She was walking in front of Daphe and Pansy. As Y/N led the girls down stairs, there was a feeling of excitement in her stomach. She was trembling, not because she was unsure of herself but because she knew the moment she has been waiting all summer has came. However, she wanted more. She wanted Draco's attention all to herself, she just didn't realized it yet. Y/N was looking for him as she was walking down the stairs. Her gaze wandered around the room only to land on his grey eyes. Draco was looking at her, like she was some kind of precious gemstone. The type that you only get to see once in your life because it is so rare yet so shiny.
Y/N captured everyone's attention let alone Draco. She was shining. She couldn't hide her smile.
The Sacred Seven united, for the last time that summer. For the last time before Hogwarts. As they grew up more and more each day, they started to see the motive behind the "pure-blood ideal." Which made Y/N sick to her stomach. Her parents were never pure-blood idealists, and never was she either. The thought of claiming one was superior to other was nothing but a non-sense to her. She knew the pressure this ideal put on to her friends so decided to keep quiet about it. After all, they were called "The Sacred Seven" for a reason.
The night of the party went on quite well. For the first quarter of the night, the boys of The Sacred Seven were in awe because of the girls's beauty. The second and the third quarter was what Y/N expected, the group went to the garden to have some time together. Y/N's houses garden was dimly lit, and decorated with vanilla scented candles. It was the perfect place for serenity, far from the party's noise.
"I never realized your garden was this big." said Theo to Y/N.
"Well, that depends on how you decorate it and my mum definitely knows how to do it." answered Y/N smiling.
"Yeah, she has got quite the taste." added Daphne.
"Still, it's not the Malfoy Manor tho." Y/N said to Draco.
"Oh well, this will do as well." he answered smirking.
"If you say so." Y/N answered smiling.
They sat by the small puddle in the garden. They started to talk about going back to school, how they are sure of they would get detention from Snape, how they missed their little trips to Hogsmeade.
After some cozy talking, a guy approached to them. Y/N had lifted her up to see who was the guy. It was one of her friends, Graham Montaque.
"Hi, guys." said Graham.
"Hi." few answered.
"Can I talk to Y/N? Promise I will bring her back soon." asked Graham. Draco was staying still, hadn't shown a response.
"Coming Graham." said Y/N.
Y/N and Graham Montaque took a stroll around the garden. Y/L/N and Montaque family have been friends since before even Y/N was born. Graham's father and Y/N's father's friendship goes back to their Hogwarts year. The father's ongoing friendship caused their children to be friends, as well. Graham was like a brother to Y/N. Even though they both had their separate friend groups, they hung out every now and then. Montaque family ,without a doubt, was invited to party as well. Graham and Y/N's continued talking.
After Y/N had left the group, Daphne, Pansy and Theo went inside to get drinks.
For a split moment, Y/N turned her back to look at Draco. He was talking with Blaise, intensely. She wondered what he was talking about. He was making hand gestures and his mimics were just as expressive as his gestures. Y/N couldn't help but wonder what they were discussing. Draco's hand movements and the way he conveyed his thoughts with his expressions piqued her curiosity. It seemed like an intense and intriguing conversation was taking place, and she couldn't help but be curious about the topic that had captured Draco's attention.
After their stroll, Y/N went back to her friend group just to find Blaise and Mattheo talking. Daphne, Pansy, and Draco and Theo weren't there.
"I don't know mate, he has a weird obsession with her curls." was the only thing Y/N could hear from their conversation. Y/N who had curly hair, had straightened it just for the night, was shocked. Who else does have curly hair she thought. Oh millions of girls she answered herself. Who could they be referring to? Draco or Theo? Or someone completely different?
"Y/N, didn't see you there." said Blaise in a shock.
"Oh, I just came." she answered.
Theo and Blaise were looking at each other shocked. Like they didn't know what else to say. Like they have just spilled some kind of secret.
"Guys, is something wrong?" Y/N asked.
"No, we are perfectly fine." Mattheo answered.
Just then, the girls and Draco arrived.
"Father called me in to meet some people." Draco said. Like he owned some kind of explanation to Y/N.
Y/N nodded.
They continued to sit and talk as they drank and enjoyed the night.
When it was time to call it a night, there was a dull feeling inside Y/N's chest. She didn't want her friends to leave just yet, even thought they were going to take the train to Hogwarts the day after tomorrow.
And just like that, it was the end of their end of the summer party. It was time to go back to Hogwarts. The place which feels like home. The place which she belongs to most, like the autumn leaves belong to gentle breeze.
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The Sacred Seven settled in a compartment of The Hogwarts Express. Each one of them being excited more than ever to return Hogwarts. Y/N was sitting and listening in her friends conversations. Her mind wandered back to Draco. Whilst her eyes also wandered back to him. She was looking at him as he was looking outside the window of the train. Then only for a minute, she turned away only to find out his gaze landed on her already.
He smiled at her saying "Your hair looks nice today”.
She was in a total shock, they might be close friends but compliments weren't something she was used to getting from Draco. Then she remembered what she heard last night between the conversation of Blaise and Mattheo "I don't know mate, he has a weird obsession with her curls." The sentence echoed in her head. Could she really be the topic of that sentence? Could "he" refer to Draco? Her body started to feel like it was on fire. Her skin was burning.
"Thanks" she smiled at Draco.
Luckily Daphne and Pansy were too caught up in their conversation to notice what just happened between Y/N and Draco.
She was trying to comprehend what just happened when she heard a familiar voice "Y/N!". She turned away to look at what who was shouting.
"Oh, hi Graham." She smiled and walked away to talk with Graham.
She had to get away from Draco otherwise he would see her blushing.
While Y/N was away talking with Graham, Theo leaned into Draco and said "That's best infamous Draco Malfoy could do?" mocking him.
"What the hell are you talking about Nott?" Draco asked in a cold tone.
"Oh, come on man. We all saw how you look at her." Theo said rubbing his shoulder to him.
"And how would that be?" asked Draco, unintentionally.
"Like you want her to be yours and yours only." said Theo. Unexpected words from Theo.
They were both shocked.
"I never knew your emotional intelligence was this high, you sucker." said Draco.
“What? What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" Theo asked.
Blaise pointed at Y/N who happened to be talking to Graham Montaque.
Y/N was talking casually to Graham. It could be seen from miles that they were just two friends, enjoying each other's company. But Draco was far too jealous to acknowledge it.
As Y/N was walking back to her seat, she noticed the grumpy look on Draco's face.
What's with the face?" she asked pointing out his face.
"Nothing, he is moody as usual." said Blaise.
"Yeah, as usual." said Theo.
"Well then, excuse us we have to use the bathroom." said Pansy dragging Daphne and Y/N by their arms and leading them across the carriage.
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"What now Pansy?" Y/N asked laughing.
"Since you are close with Graham, I thought maybe, just maybe…" Pansy was looking at Y/N with puppy eyes.
 “Oh here it comes.” said Daphne chuckling. "Say it already Pansy." Daphne laughed.
"Fine. The thing is..... a double date would be nice. You know, Graham and you and me and Adrian?" said Pansy whispering.
"Oh. My. God. Adrian asin Adrian Pucey?" Y/N answered.
Pansy nodded.
"Graham is like a brother to me! I can't ask him that Pansy and you know it." Y/N answered.
"For Salazar's Sake Y/N! She's not actually asking you to take Graham on a date! She's asking if you guys can accompany them." said Daphne rolling her eyes.
"Oh... well then. I'll think about it." answered Y/N."But please, give me some time so I can come up with a plan." she added.
"Oh thank you Y/N, take as much as time you need." said Pansy hugging her. Girls walked back to their seats as the train was approaching Hogwarts.
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Hogwarts was standing in front them with all its magnificence. The castle, with its imposing stone walls, looked both familiar and distant. It was as though it held the echoes of her past, each turret and spire whispering tales of adventures and friendships. Hogwarts, in all its familiarity, was a place of comfort and belonging. It was a place where she had made lifelong friends and had discovered her true self. Returning to Hogwarts was like returning to a piece of her own heart, a reminder of the magical journey that had shaped her into the person she had become.
Students were led inside to have dinner and to settle into their rooms. Y/N, as usual, shared her dorm with Daphne and Pansy. Draco has had his own room since he was a Prefect this year. Mattheo, Blaise, and Theo all shared one room. The first night was always the most exciting one. Settling in and giggling with the girls as the night unfolds, deciding what to wear tomorrow were all special moments Y/N got to share with her friends.
The next morning, the girls woke up early and went to the Great Hall together. As they sat down, the boys of The Sacred Seven approached them and "Finally. The Sacred Seven. At where we belong." said Mattheo smiling. Their first breakfast at Hogwarts for the year was filled with joy and coziness. Shortly after, they all headed to class.
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 As autumn made itself felt, it was already the second week of school. The castle was filled with the sound of students. It was a busy Tuesday. Girls were walking down to the Slytherin Common Room until they heard a "mrrrrrr" sound. Y/N turned away to look, only to find her car Purry was following them.
"Oh Purry, baby what happened?" Y/N asked her cat.
"Mrrrrr" answered Purry.
"What is she trying to tell?" asked Pansy.
"I don't know, maybe she is just grumpy this morning." answered Y/N. Y/N went back to her room to feed Purry -who had already had her breakfast- and told her "Oh Purry, more breakfast was all that you wanted?" said Y/N and Purry murmured again.
Y/N was a little late for her own breakfast. She walked towards the Slytherin table and sat down with her friends.
"Where were you?" asked Draco.
"Oh Purry was feeling a little bit hungry today. More than usual." answered Y/N smiling.
"That little cat of yours eats everything and still not enough?" answered Draco laughing.
"Yeah, she seems little but her stomach is bigger than ours combined. Trust me." laughed Y/N.
"Y/N, can I talk to you before class?" said Pansy.
"Yeah, Pans." said Y/N smiling.
Y/N got off the table to talk to Pansy.
"Pansy, before you start, I will talk to Graham today. I couldn't talk to him earlier because he was busy with Quidditch Team." Y/N said.
"Oh, thank you." said Pansy and two girls started to walk to classroom together. They entered the potions class and went on to sit with others.
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After class, Y/N left the classroom in a hurry to find Graham who happened to be standing in the middle of the corridor.
"Graham!" she called.
"Oh, hi Y/N. How are you?" he said.
"I'm fine Graham, I have a little favor to ask from you. But promise you won't laugh." Y/N said in a serious tone.
"Well, well, well, this is getting interesting. Keep going." said Graham in a funny voice and leaned in to Y/N.
"Oh come on! Don't start already." Y/N said rolling her eyes.
Draco had been looking at her for a while when she noticed his gaze. He was looking at them from across the corridor.
"Oh, so a date accompanied by me and you. I wouldn't call it a serious date tho." Graham laughed.
"Y/N?" Graham said.
Y/N was looking at Draco.
"Please Graham, I am doing this for Pansy. It's not that I fancy a night out with you, either." said teasingly Y/N.
Draco was still on her mind. She wondered if he was still standing there looking at them. She turned away for a moment to look at Draco only to find he was gone.
"Well, I'll talk to Adrian tonight and I am assuming he would be down for it. So I am saying this Friday night. Is it okay for you girls?" asked Graham.
"Yeah, I'll double check with Pansy. Oh, and Graham, please let me know after you talk with Adrian. I don't want any last-minute problems." said Y/N.
"Who would have guessed you'd be so serious about the dates Y/N?" said Graham mockingly.
"Well, technically it’s not my date. But I don’t want to risk it for Pansy." said Y/N walking away.
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When Y/N entered the common room. She found The Sacred Seven sitting by the fireplace. She leaned in to Pansy and whispered "Be ready for Friday evening Pans. Your girl here got it all sorted."
Pansy screamed which caused everyone to shock.
"What now?" asked Blaise.
"Oh, it is nothing." Pansy answered.
Draco's face was stoned cold. He didn't show any expressions. It's not that he did that often, but Y/N wondered if it had something to do with her conversation with Graham earlier.
It was supposed to be a cozy night by the fireplace, sitting all together talking nonsense. But Draco threw cold looks to Y/N every now and then and it made the night unbearable. Y/N was unsure of what to do. She decided maybe it wasn't about her. Maybe Draco wouldn’t go too far since he knew Graham was Y/N’s friend since they were babies. She was not going to take it personally.
It was not until the midnight when they decided to go to their dorms. Pansy was wearing her heart on her sleeve since she heard the news from Y/N.
"Y/N? Can I talk to you in private for a second?" asked Pansy.
"Yeah, Pans, of course." Y/N answered. They walked towards the window, far from the fireplace where The Sacred Seven was sitting already.
"Yeah Pans? What is it?" said Y/N wondering.
"First of all, thank you for arranging the date with Adrian. I will be forever grateful." said Pansy.
"Oh? It's nothing Pansy. I am glad to help. And? That was it is all about?" asked Y/N.
"No actually. There is one other thing. This date. I know you and Graham are friends since you were babies. I can think of the possible gossip this double date will cause. But the later, the better. I just don't want anyone in our group to hear about this date, except Daphne you know. The boys will make fun of it and- you know they-" said Pansy in a rather sad tone.
"Oh Pans, don't worry about the boys. I won't tell them anything. Besides, it's none of their business." answered Y/N smiling.
"Thank you, Y/N.” said Pansy and they walked back to the fireplace.
 "So, if you mix the polyjuice potion with the Felix Felicis---" Theo was trying to make a point
"Oh. My. God. Just stop it Theo, we are not mixing anything.” said Daphne.
It was clear that she got enough of Theo's bullshit. Mattheo, Draco and Blaise was laughing so hard.
"Well, let's hope that you won't try it in potions, tomorrow." said Y/N laughing.
Next morning, Y/N and Daphne left their room while Pansy was still getting ready. It was a windy autumn morning. The trees of the Forbidden Forest  surrounding the school had already started to shed their colorful leaves, creating a vibrant carpet of reds, yellows, and oranges that covered the cobblestone paths. The aroma of earthy leaves and wood-burning fires from the castle's hearths was filling the air, creating a unique, autumnal ambiance.
"She will spent hours in front of the mirror just to get Pucey to notice her, won't she?" asked Daphne.
"Yeah, probably. But still, I want their date to be perfect tomorrow night so she can finally have what she wants." said Y/N.
"Yeah, quite a job you did there arranging the date." Daphne said looking at Y/N.
"Yeah, tell me about it. Hope Graham wouldn't make fun of it for the rest of our lives." Y/N said laughing. When Y/N and Daphne entered the Great Hall, they saw the boys were already having their breakfast.
"Morning, morning." said Mattheo.
"Good morning guys." Y/N said.
After a short while, it was time for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Luckily they all had the same class. Which was a opportunity for Y/N to figure out what was wrong with Draco last night.
However, he seemed normal this morning. Nothing more, nothing less, just normal.
The Sacred Seven was headed to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. Class started as soon as they sat in pairs. As the lesson began, the Professor addressed the class, "Today, we delve into the intricacies of countering the Imperius Curse, one of the Unforgivable Curses. You must be prepared for any situation where your willpower may be tested. The ability to resist and overcome this curse could be a matter of life and death." This was an important topic.
The classroom's atmosphere remained intense, but it was clear that these students were not just learning to defend themselves; they were preparing to protect others from the darkest of magical threats.
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After the class Y/N, Pansy and Blaise decided to go out to get some fresh air. However, after a short walk, Y/N was pulled away by Graham.
"Hey! Can we talk for a minute?" he asked.
"Sure." Y/N answered.
They were walking through the corridors of Hogwarts.
"So, I talked to Adrian." Graham said.
"So? Please, don't tell me he said no." Y/N said in a rather concerned voice.
"Oh, no. He is pretty interested in Parkinson actually. So our little double date is going to happen. Without a doubt." Graham said.
"Oh, thanks Salazar. Otherwise, Pansy wouldn't shut up about it for weeks." Y/N chuckled.
"You know, you are lucky to have me as a friend." Graham said in a rather snobby tone.
"No need to praise yourself now, Montaque." Y/N rolled her eyes.
"Since when do you call me Montaque? It is Graham to you, you know, it's your father's privilege." he says.
"Oh? So just my father's?" Y/N asked mockingly.
Graham throws his hand around Y/N's shoulder and addresses her "You know you are one of my favorite Slytherin girls. I know you since you were a baby." said Graham, still walking with his hand over Y/N's shoulder.
"Snobby, aren't you?" Y/N said mocking him.
In that moment they heard a sharp intake of breath. Y/N turned her back to look and saw Draco walking behind them with Theo.
"Oh, didn't see you guys there." Graham said.
"Apparently." said Theo while throwing a glance at Draco.
Draco furrowed his eyebrows and hissed. "Whatever." said looking away.
"So, thanks again, Graham. I'll see you around?" Y/N said stuttering. Graham left, nodding his head. She was afraid that Draco saw Graham's arm around Y/N. Well, the worst was yet to come, Y/N didn't know it just yet.
"So Y/N, being one of Graham's favourites from Slytherin must be flattering. Huh? Isn't it?" said Draco mocking. He rolled his eyes at Y/N. "Carrying you around like some kind of trophy in his arms? What a gentleman is Montaque." added Draco.
So he not only saw his arms around her but he also heard Graham's words towards Y/N.
And Draco was non-stop talking about Y/N's interaction with Graham. This was the first time Draco was this reactive. His reactions were getting out of hand and he was eventually stopped by Theo. "Cool down, dude." said Theo to Draco.
Draco scoffed.
Well, this was new. 
"Theo, may I talk to Draco alone please?" Y/N asked politely.
Theo nodded and walked away.
Draco still wouldn't look Y/N in the eyes.
"Dray?" she asked.
No answer.
"D-Dray?" she asks again.
"Don't Dray me now, Y/N." Draco said, anger in his voice causing Y/N to stutter.
"I-I- just….What's the problem then Draco?" Y/N asked.
"There is no problem. Everything is fine." Draco said rolling his eyes.
"Oh come on! Why are you so hard on me lately?" Y/N asked as if she didn't know the answer.
"I am not hard on you. I am not the one who's making things harder." Draco looked away again.
"Making things harder? I don't understand." Y/N's heart was beating too fast.
"Why is Montaque so clingy to you? He should take his dirty hands off of you. Or else." he finishes.
"I'm sorry Draco? He is my friend." Y/N answered, sensing Draco's jealousy.
"Well, then he should act like it. Who is he to touch you? Hell, who is he to lay a finger on you?" Draco was getting angrier each minute.
"I didn't know that you hated him that much." Y/N said, unsure of what will happen next.
"He does not mean anything to me. But I will go out of my way to make him sorry for being this close to you, if I have to." Draco said in a rather serious tone.
"You will?" Y/N asked.
"Yeah, I will Y/N." he answered.
"No need tho, he is a friend. That's all he'll ever be." Y/N assured. Draco and Y/N started walking towards the Slytherin common room.
But this time, Draco was different. He was walking extremely close to Y/N and his hand almost touched Y/N's. Tension between them could be sensed from miles away. A quite tense walk ended with them entering the common room. However, Y/N was never going to forget how jealous and protective Draco got of her. And he almost held her hand, for the first time. For the first time in eternity.
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dracowars · 2 years
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hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on fred weasley in which y/n is a pureblood slytherin who went from an enemies to lovers relationship with fred. lately she started feeling like she isn't enough for him and that she's disappointing her family with their secret affair. so she starts taking a distance from him and sinks into some kind of depression; she always suffered with self worth issues and confidence, always thinking she wouldn't be up to the standards her parents set for her. but she never showed it, not even to fred. he notices her change in behaviour and gets worried, so he decides to confront her and they end up having a huge and angsty argument.
thanks :)
define me | fred weasley
pairing: fred x syltherin!reader
word count: 1,9k
summary: where y/n feels like her relationship with fred is doomed
a/n: trying to go through all my requests in my holidays!! hope you enjoy this one <3
warnings: angst
universe: harry potter
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„If that isn’t the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world right there!”, a cheerful voice calls out behind you, after you have just made your way out of the greenhouses from your Herbology class and in the direction of the castle. Rolling your eyes playfully, you turn to the origin of the voice and are immediately drawn into a tight hug that, admittedly, you did not see coming. Apparently the Weasley twins just finished their daily training session while you had to deal with a Venomous Tentacula.
“Stop it, Fred!”, you giggle softly as he begins to scatter soft kisses across your face while continuing to give you all the compliments that come to his mind, which his twin brother does not approve of either as his face kind of turns into a shade of green.
“Gross, get a room”, George chokes out, while you are not sure how much of it he is faking and what is actually real, but at least he manages to stop his brother with his words.
“Just don’t pay attention to him, he is just an annoying ringing in the ear and pretty jealous that his last date did not go as well”, Fred winks at you, causing you to laugh out loud. “How about we sneak out to the lake tonight? Just the two of us?”
“Sounds great”, you smile and gently kiss him, which George comments on with another gag. Running your hands over your boyfriend’s broad shoulders, you adjust his Quidditch uniform while grinning to yourself. “I think your brother wants to go and unfortunately, I have to go to Potions now.”
“Alright, see you tonight, my love”, Fred smiles, kissing you one last goodbye before the two of them wave you goodbye and disappear into the castle. Absorbed in your dreamy thoughts, you look after them and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, but when you suddenly hear footsteps behind you, your posture stiffens and the voices you now hear make you shiver. These voices never mean anything good.
“Oh, how adorable! But what would Mommy and Daddy Y/L/N say if they knew their only daughter and heiress to their empire is dating a Weasley?”, Pansy Parkinson’s annoying voice says behind you, her words making your heart beat faster. You and Fred do not hide the fact that you are in a relationship, but you have always kept it low, especially in front of the Slytherins. Because each of them knows your family, and your family happens to be unaware of their daughters’ dishonorable actions, or, well, love interests.
“They always talk about you in such high tones, and they don’t even know that their daughter lies to their face every time, so cold and unscrupulous. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin? My parents would kick me out of Hogwarts in a heartbeat and never let me leave the house again”, Daphne Greengrass adds, a wicked grin on her lips that is only made worse by the fact that you do not have a counter.
Because they are right. It is the truth.
As the only child of the Y/L/N family, you have always been in the spotlight, but not in a good way. You have never been allowed to make mistakes or make your own decisions or live the way you want or hang out with the people you want. Business dinners and balls are all you knew for a long time, events where they could present their flagship daughter to the world. They never realized the pressure they put on you. Or they did but did not care about it.
“Leave me alone”, are the only puny words you can manage to get out before rushing to the safety of the building. Their judgmental looks burn into the back of your head and their words entice you to take a detour, not to your next lesson but to your common room in the Slytherin dungeon, where you lie down on your bed and do not get up until the next morning. While doing so, you completely forgot that you actually had plans with Fred in the evening and instead spent your time trying to avoid your parents’ looks from the family photo next to your bed. Without success, because you can clearly feel their disappointment and the consequences of your actions incredibly scare you, which is why you make a decision for your own sake.
Even if it means you have to break the heart of the boy who was always there for you when your family was not.
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The numerous voices swirling around you just echo to you through a tunnel as you sit listlessly in front of your breakfast, your stomach heavy. You do not dare to raise your eyes for fear you might make eye contact with someone. Lonely, you sit at the end of the table, the other Slytherins paying little attention to the fact that one of them separates themselves from the group.
When a plate falls to the ground with a loud crash at a table next to you, shattering into many pieces, you startle and reflexively look in that direction. Which turns out to be a huge mistake, because your eyes meet Fred’s in a second, who is smiling at you from across the hall. He does not look the tiniest bit disappointed that you dumped him, he just seems happy that you are sitting here this morning. With the first of the day approaching, the first few students rise and scurry to the exit of the Great Hall, trying to make it to their classrooms in time.
Fred, who has not taken his eyes off you, gets up at the exact same moment you do. Noticing this, you quicken your steps and duck among the crowd of students that are gathering in the hallways. You ignore the fact that he calls after you before you fully disappear into the crowd and go straight to your lesson.
Relieved that you could manage to avoid him all day, you leave the room after class, your backpack over your shoulder and a book under your right arm. However, you do not expect Fred to be waiting for you in the hallway with his back against the wall, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Your eyes meet for a brief moment, and you immediately turn away, going in the other direction, but it is too late. If he did not notice before that you are avoiding him, he definitely noticed now when he runs after you, standing in front of you to block your way.
“Fred, I am in a hurry”, you say with your head down and walk past him, but he grabs your arms, lifting you off the ground briefly before placing you directly in front of him again. No more escape.
“Why are you avoiding me?”, he asks directly, which only makes you more insecure. Your trembling hands grip the book tighter, as if it could give you strength to get through what is about to come.
“I am not avoiding you, I just really don’t have time to-”
“Did I do something wrong?”, Fred asks worried and sad, making your heart ache even more. The fact that he immediately related all of it to himself does not make it any easier for you to say the next few words, but you know you have to.
“I don’t think this works, Fred”, you say emotionlessly, but your shaky voices gives your true feelings away. Still, the shock creeping up on his face is unbearable.
“Wait, wait.. What? What are you even talking about?”, he prompts, as if he did not quite understand what you were saying, even though you both know perfectly what you just hinted at.
“I am just saying.. We are too different. You are a Gryffindor, I am Slytherin. It just doesn’t fit”, you explain and as soon as the words leave your lips realize that this will not be the point that ultimately convinces him. Because it sounds stupid. Because it is stupid.
“Who put such nonsense in your head?”, Fred laughs, but there is no humor in it. “Was it that Pansy Parkinson again? What did she say this time-”
“No, Fred. It’s my decision, no one told me anything and if you will excuse me now, I have classes that require my presence”, you brush him off and due to the complete state of shock Fred is in right now, he lets you pass him. He does not notice the tear that runs down your cheek as you do.
“So I am supposed to just accept that you are breaking up with me, leaving me without any proper explanation?”, he finally calls after you in a loud voice. But what makes you stop are not his words, but the sadness that resonates with them. Your heart breaks a bit more at the sound.
“Fred..”
“You dumped me yesterday without telling me. I didn’t know where you were, I didn’t know what happened or if you were okay. I was worried sick just for you to ignore me the whole day and then tell me it is over between us?”, he says, hurt and confused by what is happening at the moment, unable to understand why you are suddenly feeling this way. “I am sorry, but I don’t think what you are saying is true.”
“How so? Because I always lie?”
“No, that is not-”
“Alright, Fred, I got it. Everything always has to be up to you”, you claim, getting too involved in this arising argument. If he had just accepted your decision, it would have been less painful for both of you.
“It is not fair, Y/N. If you really want to end this between us, then I also deserve to know why”, Fred replies and takes another step towards you so that you can see the pain in his eyes even better now. His gaze holds yours and when you think you see tears forming in his eyes, all damns in you break all of a sudden.
“You want to know why?! Because I am no good for you, Fred. I am a bad person. We should not even exist as a couple because it is doomed to fail anyway! I am not allowed to associate with the people I like and choose myself. I am and always have been the pride of my family and I will not let them down just because I am with someone like you-”
You cannot finish your emotional outburst as Fred pulls you into the bone-crushing hug you so desperately needed, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly. He runs his hand over your hair, the back of your head, and your back in an attempt to calm you down and stop your tears.
“Who your parents are doesn’t define who you are, Y/N”, he whispers softly in your ear as you violently sob in his strong arms, that hold you upright to not let you sink on the cold floor. “You are the most incredible witch I have ever met, and your parents must be so incredibly proud of you, there is no other way. You have always done what they asked of you, but it is finally time for you to be selfish. I won’t lose you over this. I won’t allow it.”
Fred’s words patch your heart back together in seconds and make it pound faster than ever. You know he is right and you do not have to bow to your parents’ demands anymore. But there is still a long way to go before you can fully accept yourself as you are and be proud of yourself at the same time. Fred will be with you every step on this journey.
“Maybe our relationship isn’t the end, but it’s the beginning.”
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violettev4lentine · 11 months
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broken promises 🥀 d.m
pairing: d.m x y/n
summary: draco and reader have been dating ever since they became childhood bestfriends. acting cold and distant, reader suspects that her lover and the new girl have been getting cozy. confirming her suspicions, draco ends it on a heartbreaking note.
word count: 1.1k
cw: angst, no happy ending, harsh words, curse words, implications of cheating
blurb/one-shot
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these past few days your boyfriend has been...off. you noticed it started happening ever since that new girl, astoria greengrass, transferred with her sister daphne. you weren’t daft. if anything you were far from stupid. you saw the longing stars and the sneaky looks they gave each other. every glance you could feel strings in your heart being tugged. you tried playing it off as your imagination, but draco’s personality these past few days contradicted everything you stood for.
“draco?” you said, shaking his shoulder lightly to snap him from his daydream. coincidentally, his daydreaming has led his eyes to fall directly onto astoria from across the table. “are you incapable of eating by yourself or something? can you stop disturbing me.” he said in a cold voice, making you flinch and the others on the table stare at the two of you. “yo mate. you alright? don’t tell me the slytherin queen and king are breaking up.” blaise said while chuckling lightly. draco shot him a glare making blaise’s laughter quiet down. pansy gave you a solemn look from beside you. you sigh inwardly, knowing that she’ll want to talk with you later.
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“this isn’t healthy (y/n). you have to admit it. i think everyone notices how he basically undresses her with his eyes.” pansy said laying on your bed and looking at the red tapestry hanging on the frame. you felt a knot in your throat as you spoke, “i trust him pansy. he’s probably just curious because she’s new.” the phrase seeming to try and convince yourself more then pansy. she looked at you and sighed sadly before getting up and leaving the room. you looked at the door as it closed, feeling empty once again. a wave of determination filled you as you decided that you were going to demand an answer from your boyfriend. 
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draco stared at you lovingly as you danced across the daisy filled field, your hair and white sundress flowing in the wind and a slow song playing in the background. “draco dance with me!” you giggle as you offer him your hand. he takes your hand and holds your waist while looking into your eyes. swaying to the music and your head buried in the nook of his neck you asked, “do you think life will be this perfect once we graduate? what if you don’t love me the same way.” you pouted. “any life with you no matter how long is going to be perfect darling.” he kissed your forehead and chuckled at your childish antics. “okay then promise me that we’ll never hurt each other!” you furrowed your eyebrows, exclaiming childishly. he rolled his eyes playfully before sighing, “really my love? i promise i’ll love you till this damned earth burns.”  ________________________________________________________________
you rushed out of your room, sweating dripping from your forehead from anxiety. what if it turned out he really was inlove with her and wanted to break up with you after you confront him? your 4 year relationship with your childhood lover would end simply because you weren’t enough for him. meanwhile, draco and astoria were snogging in a broom closet, unbeknownst to you.
“dray baby, when will you break up with her. i hate sneaking around with you and seeing her being able to love you in public hurts me.” the brunette said, looking at him with her doe eyes. “wait a little more dove. you know my parents won’t be happy if i break her heart. i’m only keeping her around for the money and to please my parents.” draco said while cupping astoria’s cheek before gripping her waist and pulling her into another kiss.
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you were frantic, looking for any sign of draco anywhere. it was like he disappeared out of thin air. you asked his bestfriends and all you got was a shrug with guilt in their eyes. it was like they knew. your stomach dropped when you realized astoria was missing as well. you knew this when you passed by daphne seeming to look for someone as well. you turned around a dark corner giving up hope when you heard it. a soft moan of draco’s name stopped you in your tracks. your eyes brimming with tears threatening to fall and your heart was in your throat. you turned around and spotted a small broom cupboard, big enough to fit at least 2 people. 
your hands were shaking as you gripped the door handle and swung it open, a loud gasp leaving your mouth and a shaky hand comes to cover it. to your horror, you find draco and astoria in the middle of something forbidden.
“(y/n) i can explain-” draco’s eyes widened as he reached his hand out. you backed away and scoffed. “and here i was, finding you to fix things in our relationship.” astoria ran away shyly, her knuckles fisting her unbuttoned blouse. draco stepped out of the broom closet and looked at the ground in shame. “really? after 4 years, you throw me away for a girl you just met?” “yet i loved her more then i ever loved you.” his reply made you lose your balance for a split moment as you choked back a sob. “what did she have to offer that i couldn’t? was i not pretty enough? were you getting sick of my affection?” you rambled as your voice started getting louder. draco looked to the side, a cold and inattentive look on his face. “i was just bored. i needed something new. it’s not that deep. get over it.” you snapped and all you could see was red.
“bored really?! that’s your lame excuse? didn’t we promise we would never hurt each other?”
“we were dumb and immature back then. grow up gosh.” 
“wasn’t i ever good enough for you draco?”
“you never were.”
you stared at him, feeling the tears streaming down your face. each sentence being like a dagger stabbing you repeatedly. you felt bitter and a hole was left in your heart. without saying another word, you left him there, staring at your fading figure. 
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Word count: 1.3k (This is part 1 of a two part series)
Warnings: Swearing, insecurities. Any house will do.
Summary: You and Draco have been dating for 6 months now and the relationship is going great. Until Daphne Greengrass introduced her younger sister Astoria. Draco and her seem to be getting friendly with each other, and you find that you have been fake smiling far too much. 
Part 2 here
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You and Draco.
Fuck. You two were inseparable. Like two puzzle pieces had just fit together.
You and Draco's relationship had lasted about 6 months now. It was perfect, it was everything you imagined having a boyfriend would be like. You two went on regular dates, shared kisses, made love. He even got you a promise ring, that was how in love the two of you were. 
Now, you weren't so sure. 
You're sitting at the Slytherin tables with your boyfriend and his group of friends. Pansy, Blaise, Daphne, Theo, and Daphne's younger sister who decided to tag along. Astoria.
She was bloody perfect, had the most perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect smile, perfect body, gosh you couldn't compare to her. You stared at her, bubbling in your insecurities as she seemed to make friends with everyone instantly.
Unluckily for you, your boyfriend couldn't stop staring at her either. He looked at her so intently, it scared you, it made you feel like you didn't even exist. 
Suddenly uncomfortable with the amount of attention that Astoria was getting, you cleared your throat and stood up from your spot next to Draco, where he had his arm slung around your shoulder. 
"I'm hungry, I'm going to go to the kitchens and get something to eat..." you awkwardly said as everyone stared at you.
"You sure darling? You don't want to stay here?" Draco asked.
"No its okay" you said and started to leave. Draco stood up too, as if to go with you.
"Where are you going?" you asked him
"Well I'm coming with you of course" you looked at him sympathetically
"No it's okay, you're enjoying yourself here, just stay here" You said through clenched teeth as you stared at Astoria who was staring at your boyfriend with hearts in her eyes.
"Okay darling. I love you" He said and pecked your lips. You smiled at him, then you looked to his friends and smiled too, except it didn't feel like a real smile.
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You really wished you hadn't told Draco to stay that day.
Next thing you knew he was standing you up on your dates to 'study' with Astoria. 
You were currently waiting outside the great hall entrance, waiting 20 minutes for the date that Draco had promised you. You fiddled with the promise ring he gave you on your left middle finger. You took it off and inspected the words engraved on the inside of it.
To my one and only
It read.
Oh please, what a lie. You hadn't been feeling like his girlfriend lately. heck, you barely saw him outside of class, you didn't even know where he was half the time. He would still come and give you a hug occasionally, or a small kiss, but that was the bare minimum. It's like he had forgotten you.
"You okay y/n?" You heard Pansy say to you, as she saw you looked alone.
"Yeah I'm waiting for Draco, do you know where he is?" she looked at you with sympathy
"He told me he was studying with Astoria, did you have something planned with him?"
"Yeah... I did" you stared down at the floor. She came to reassure you at placed a hand on your shoulder. 
"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked softly.
"Yeah." You said and smiled at her, this time you were sure you weren't okay, and that your smile was fake, very fake.
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You had sent Draco an owl earlier today, asking him to meet you at your dorm tonight. You wanted to talk things out with him, see if you two were still working.
You were surprised he even showed up and got your letter. 
"Hey darling what did you need me for" he asked as you let him into your dorm room. He leaned in to peck you on the cheek, but you just dodged his affection.
"Darling what's wrong?" he asked a bit worried now
"Draco did you remember yesterday?"
"What happened yesterday..."
"Our date Draco" you said sternly. He stared at you wide eyed.
"I-oh, Um, I forgot. Y/n I'm so sorry, I completely forgot about that please forgive me-"
"But you didn't forget to study with Astoria" you retorted with sourness in your voice
"Y/n it's for her grades, I won't forget our dates again I didn't mean to-"
"You didn't mean to forget our dates 6 fucking times?"
"No- I mean yes, no y/n, I'm so sorry"
"Draco I just don't know if we are working anymore" you said, tears threatening to drop from your eyes. 
"Y/n! No don't say that, please no-no, no" His world was crashing as you said those words, his heart tearing in two.
"Draco I don't feel like your girlfriend anymore! I'm waiting for you every week, for every date, and you're out there doing who knows what with that Greengrass girl! For all I know you're probably fucking her until she can't remember her own name! How am I supposed TO FEEL, WHEN MY OWN BOYFRIEND GHOSTS ME FOR A GIRL HE MET 2 FUCKING MONTHS AGO! " you yelled at him, you were crying now, he was crying too. He tried grabbing your waist in apology but you dodged it once again.
"Y/n, I promise you I wasn't doing anything like that with her" he sobbed, longing for your touch, aching for it. God he messed up, he messed up badly, how could he let someone as perfect as you slip through his fingers. Everything was spinning, he felt all sorts of overwhelmed at once.
"Draco, I hope you treat her well" you said, tears staining your face
"NO! Y/n please don't leave me, I- you can't. I can't live without you." he sounded desperate, he just wanted you back. "Y/n I promise I won't ever forget our dates again, I promise I won't ever make you feel hurt-"
"Just like you promised to love me?" you said quietly, slipping the promise ring off your finger and twirling it around.
"Just like you promised I'd be your one and only?" He stopped crying for a second, his heart shattering as he saw you removing the delicate silver ring off your fingers. The one he gave you.
"Y/n what is that supposed to mean. Of course I still love you!" he was desperate to get your back, he would do anything. "Y/n I still love you of course I do!" You looked at him with tears in your eyes.
"Well it certainly hasn't felt like you've loved me Draco" you said, as you dropped the ring into his hands.
You pushed him out of your dorm room as he rambled on, he looked at you with his mouth agape, as if he was at a loss for words. He held the ring tightly in his hand and looked into your eyes full of love. 
"You know I won't stop loving you y/n. I always will." he said in defeat.
"Then prove it to me Draco, because I don't believe you" you smiled at him before you shut the door.
Gosh that smile, that stupid excuse of a smile. He knew it was fake, he wished it was real.
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a/n: there is part 2, have a look in my posts:) This was really sad to write and I felt emotional reading it, but I promise there is a happy ending.
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