#daphne greengrass fanfiction

[lazuli-writes]

Spark

summary: Ron makes the first move for once.

pairing: Ronald Weasley & Daphne Greengrass

genre: fluff / young love

estimated word count: 3300 words

a/n: 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

“Why don’t we get out of here?”

Daphne’s eyes widened for the smallest second, before a mask of collection and calmness returned to her face. “I would like that.”

Ron barely waited for her answer as he grasped her hand. Together the two ushered themselves around the grooving bodies of their schoolmates. He knew somewhere, somehow, someone was watching the silvery duo make their swift escape from the snowy hall.

But he didn’t care.

The ringing voices of students, hymns from the Weird Sisters and reprimanding shouts from professors died as Ron led Daphne out of the great hall.

A simple utter of the charm and the proper swirling of his wand, saw Ron bewitch both himself and Daphne, the two shimmering with the textures and images of the walls behind them. Like that of a chameleon.

“Ron, what are we doing?”

Ron quieted Daphne’s harsh whisper, “just trust me and stay quiet.”

Ron could barely make out her head nodding before he led her up the steps and out of the entrance hall. The occasional student lingered. Some students were crying from a ruined date or the occasional boy or girl wistfully nostalgic of the night they had.

With his hand in hers, Ron led her up the moving staircase. Some of the portraits seemed to recognize the presence of students as the occasional comment was thrown their way.

“No funny business”

“Snakes in the corridor”

“Gonna have some fun I see”

The two fourth years ignored them all as Ron took step after step, his attention focused solely at the task at hand.

“Ron, where are we going?” Daphne’s question registered itself in Ron’s ears. Was her voice always so soft?
“I found this place in the castle. A secret room if you will. I really want you to see it.”

He offered out, hoping that the complete confidence in his voice would be enough to deter the heiress from asking anymore questions.

It was not.

“Remember the last time you found a ‘secret room’ Ron?”

Of course she would bring that up. Ron rolled his eyes as they continued their ascent. It was one time! And I was only a first year, could you really blame me? “I have not the faintest recollection of the event in which you speak of my lady.” Ron uttered. The tiniest of smirks gracing his face. Though he knew she couldn’t see it, he held no doubt she knew what face he would be making at that moment.

“Oh really?”

“Really really.”

The fifth floor, great, we’re almost there.
“You have not the faintest recollection of a certain piece of moldy roast being consumed by a certain redhead? At… what was it called again? A death day party?”

Ron shivered as the two finally made it to the Seventh floor corridor. Escorting her forward to their destination, he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit nauseated at the memory. Professor Snape nearly decapitated me with his eyes for all the upchucking I did near the old potions room.
“Yeah… not a single recollection at all.”

Ron’s response extracted a laugh out of the Greengrass girl he had grown so fondly of. It only took another second or so before he found it.

“Finally!”

He took a swift glance of the surrounding hall before finally releasing the disillusionment charm he had casted. One look at Daphne and his breath caught itself locked up in his throat. Despite the confused glare she maintained, as she eyed Barnabas the Barmy, Ron couldn’t help but become enraptured in the sight before him. Again.

He had to hand it to her. No amount of slytherin tutelage would have been able to make him a fashion icon. But a single Hogsmeade outing with Daphne sure did fix that.

Her golden hair was held up in a ponytail, with only the most beautiful strands of her hair making up her curtain bangs. The emerald hairpiece at the base of her ponytail glimmered under any and all light. The silver sheath dress she had was decorated with a layer of a pale green sheer, enchanted to shimmer like the stars in the sky. And the shimmering shawl of hers that looked like mist itself was just beautiful in his eyes. The way her hands held unto her waist, her mouth turned up in annoyed curiosity and the furrowing of her eyebrows. Everything just seemed to fit perfectly for her. It was all just so beautiful.

All the while, his own ensemble did nothing but compliment her own. He didn’t know whether that was intentional or not on her part, but surely didn’t care. The silver pea coat felt like a second skin, forcibly accentuating the sleek figure he never knew he had. The pale green lining of the coat gave off the same visual as her dress. The slacks and robes he wore were worth more than almost all of his belongings in Hogwarts combined. And while her shawl shimmered, his dress robe that fit loosely over his outfit did not, giving the stark contrast of the duo an almost wily visual.

It was all too much, but Daphne’s insistence on the matter and her numerous threats were enough to make Ron back down. And he was glad that he had.

“Think of a place. Any place in the world you want to go. Maybe a place you want to show me one day.”

Daphne’s eyes sang with confusion and the tiniest bit of contempt. Ron figured that she probably thought of this as another prank he had installed for her. He kept his honest and positive demeanor despite the young witch’s slight sourness.

“Why would—”

“Please Daph, trust me okay.”

The puppy eyes he had been practicing on her for the past four years, bloomed in its full glory. Hands clenched softly under his face and a hauntingly adorable smile graced Ron’s jaw as he peered down at the shorter girl.

Pursing her lips and with a single eyebrow raise, Daphne muttered her response.

“Fine.”

Closing her eyes, Ron watched as she stood there for a solid thirty seconds before finally opening her eyes, gazing up at him questionably.

“Did you think of a place?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Ron.”

“Well that was a little fast, are you s—”

“Yes Ronald!”

Ron flinched only slightly at Daphne’s raised voice. She’s getting impatient, might as well get the show on the road.
“Okay now step two, move—”

“I thought you said we were going to a secret room?”

“We are, but two things need to happen.”

“What kind of room demands such irrelevant tasks to be done?”

“This room.”

“Ron, what—”

“Now all you gotta do is pace back and forth three times—”

“What!?”

“Trust me Daph, just pace—”

“I’m not a circus animal Ron.”

“I never said that y—”

“Why are we really here Ron?”

“Do you want to see the room or—”

“Of course I do, but I will not let you subject me to another one of your pranks or training exercises in order to get inside.”

“This is nowhere near related to training—”

“You literally told me to practice breathing last week Ron.”

“And pacing three times is not comparable to inhaling and exhaling—”

“You literally told me to ‘think about my actions’ the last time I lost to you in a duel before you put me in timeout.”

“There was no timeout, it was literally Theo’s turn—”

“What kind of door demands we do these tedious tasks just to—”

“This one!”

“Don’t interrupt me—”

“You’ve been interrupting me—”

“Wow real mature Ronald—”

“Greengrass. Pace back and forth three times in front of the bloody painting now.”

Ron froze. He couldn’t believe how firm he sounded. And by the looks of it, neither did Daphne. Her once annoyed mask was replaced with a few seconds of shock, before narrowing down into a minuscule scowl, and something else… a fire in her eyes that he couldn’t quite describe.

“Fine… Weasley.” The heiress growled out, now exceptionally annoyed at Ron addressing her with her family name. Something he hadn’t done since first year. Ron could only stand there, sweat drowning the back of his neck as he tried to keep his firm posture.

Her scowl remained latched onto Ron’s rigid stare. Her narrowed eyes watched him the entire time as she paced back and forth. Luckily the sound of magically appearing doors broke the staring contest. Ron breathed a sigh of immense relief at Daphne’s glare no longer being held on her face. Instead, one of pure shock took place, and Ron couldn’t help but giggle out at her frozen figure.

“What… Ron… What is…”

She turned to him, eyes pleading for an answer to this mystery.

Now or never. Be the competition, be bold.
Taking a hold of one of her hands before she could react, he led her to the doors, opposite to that of the absurd tapestry,

“Daphne, I present to you, the come and go room.”

And when he opened the great wooden doors, Daphne released a gasp and Ron couldn’t help but do the same.

We’ve been here before.
Ron couldn’t figure out whether it was Daphne or the room that enjoyed playing mind games. The eerily empty room looked almost identical to that very same room back in first year. The disused classroom. The Room with the mirror.

Moonlight seemed to glare through the false arch way windows. A thin layer of dust glazed itself over the floor and walls. And at the very end of the room, the accursed mirror stood proud and tall.

Ron could not do anything but remain stuck. His mind wandered high and far at Daphne’s choice of a room. The only thing keeping him grounded was Daphne herself. The hold he held on her hand seemed like a heavy anchor to reality, a foundation so firm and unshakeable. And yet, he still shook at the mere thought of being here again.

“Daphne… why are… why here?”

He didn’t even hear his own voice, but the question was still uttered, and Ron now felt nervous at the thought of her answer.

A gentle caress of his cheek brought his face away from the mirror and to the Greengrass heiress. Her eyes gazing deeply into Ron’s. Ron put his free hand to her hand at his cheek, looking below at her with a conflicting level of emotions clouding his eyes.

“I don’t know how you do these things Ron. But can you give me a second to explain?”

The soft melody of her voice felt like honey, but even the sweetness of her words seemed to weigh down on his soul. The last time I was here, that mirror nearly broke my damn heart.
He nodded, his eyes now completely on her as she began, “The last time we were here, we both saw things that hurt us. It’s been three years Ron. I was always curious about whether or not…”

Ron held her gaze, pleading silently for her to continue.

“I wondered about whether or not I got what I wanted.”

Ron hummed his understanding. Still rendered slightly immobile at the turn of events, he took a few moments to himself to steady himself.

She’s right. Maybe I finally got the love I wanted from my family. All of it. The love, the attention, the doting, the care, the acceptance. All of it. And I just never realized it.
“Ron”

Daphne’s call, so soft. So sweet. It pulled him from his thoughts, sobering him up from the drunkenness of melancholy that nearly swallowed him.

“I’m sorry I ruined a probably beautiful plan Ron. Would you like for us to leave?”

Ron was quick in his denial at her words. He shook his head quickly. Maybe a bit too quick for her liking, but he didn’t care. Daphne never led me astray before. She’s right, maybe I need to see this for myself as well.
“I wanna do this.”

Concern washed over her face, one of her hands still holding one of his, while the other held his cheek. Drawing calming circles with her thumb with both.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Somehow, the duo made their way towards the mirror. And before Ron could get the chance, Daphne put a placating hand on his arm, “May I go first please?”

The fourth year boy simply nodded, a smile finding its way into Daphne’s face as she took a steadying breath. She then faced a copy of the Mirror of Erised in all its glory.

Ron watched fiercely at the expressions that dawned Daphne’s face, ready to remove her from a possibly horrible sight.

But he was relieved to see Daphne do nothing but allow her once timid smile, expand into that of a child. The smile being one of genuine happiness. So filled with love, hope and wonder.

“I guess my parents really do love me.”

Ron nodded at her words, too busy enjoying her safe and cherishing reaction to the mirror’s reflection.

Eventually, a small chuckle escaped her before Daphne stepped away. She put a comforting look his way and rubbed his back.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Ron.”

Ron smiled as well, touched at her concern before catching her eye.

“Thank you Daphne.”

Curiosity and dread held his throat while wonder and concern caressed his soul.

What would I see this time? The last time was horrible. I longed for love and acceptance. Did I finally get it?
Stepping into view of the mirror, relief hit Ron like a bludger. He didn’t see his family. They weren’t hugging him, doting on him, gazing at him with all the love the world had to offer. And for a split second, he felt divine in that moment. I can now say that I had everything I ever wanted, right?
But no. This wasn’t the case. Because soon enough, the image of a certain blonde heiress made its way over to Ron. ‘Daphne’ held that sweet smile she always had, ‘her’ eyes gazing into his own with all the love in the world, she stopped before a simple peck to the cheek was given to him. He watched with a furious blush at the reflection before him. ‘Daphne’ didn’t seem to mind, for she was too busy letting her head lean itself on his shoulder as she then mouthed the words he could die happy hearing.

‘I love you’

“Ron”

His reverie shattered at Daphne’s call. He turned to her, the girl’s eyes widened with concern but subtle relief at the lack of tears leaving his eyes like the last time.

“Yes Daph?”

“Are you okay?”

Turning back to the mirror, Ron could only blush further at ‘Daphne’s’ arms wrapping itself around his back, barely registering her mouth moving once again.

‘Now or never. Be the competition. Be bold’
The same words Tracey told him when Ron confessed to her his feelings for Daphne. In typical Tracey fashion, his close friend seemed to know the right way to motivate Ron. And with her words in mind, Ron moved forward with his plans dauntlessly .

Be bold.
Ron returned to Earth at the epiphany that occurred. He had worked this hard, he fought this uphill battle for so long. He wasn’t going to let the opportunity fall from his grasps.

With all the leftover traces of gryffindor courage in him, Ron rounded on Daphne, who seemed a bit startled at his suddenness. Her amber eyes gazing deeply into his blue orbs. His breath hitched as he once again seemed immobile for the smallest of seconds before going forward.

Be Bold.
“Do you trust me Daphne?”

Ron took hold of her hands with his own. Holding their joined hands between them. He kept his eyes up at her face as she glanced down at the hands between them. He began to rub circles on her hands. Rubbing in the same fashion she did just moments before. Catching his glimpse once more, Daphne nodded.

“I trust you Ron.”

His heart began to drum in his ear. Here goes nothing.

“Close your eyes for me please.”

She did as she was told, the faintest hint of her own blush slowly forming.

Be Bold.
Not giving himself the chance to back out, Ron slowly leaned down, his eyes closing on the descent. And in the softest and most gentle way, he placed his lips upon hers.

He did not miss the way she inhaled so sharply at the act. He did however, miss the way her eyes flew open. Her eyes caught sight of his face, trembling slightly, but fixed in the actions it was committing. The circles he was rubbing into her hands seemed to slow and tremble as well, almost as if indicating the mere anxiety that raced through Ron’s brain as he kissed her. As he kissed Daphne.

Ron didn’t know how much time passed, even if there was a watch, a clock or even a spell to indicate such a thing. Doubt sneakily crept into his soul as her reaction—or lack thereof—began to garner his attention. But that lasted for mere moments as he felt the witch moving to hold his face in place, feeling her press forward into the kiss as well.

The young duo shared their first kiss. The moonlight as the only witness to their tryst. The moment seemed to last both forever and never as the two broke away. Ron’s eyes opened, to see a flushed Daphne, a hand of hers moving to cover her lips, while the other held itself close to her stomach.

Her eyes seemed to be floating, giving itself no intention to catch Ron’s eyes.

“Daphne… I—“

“Why did you do that?”

Her whisper, sending shivers of worry and dread down his spine.

Oh Merlin, she hates me! I buggered it all up! I’m such an arse!
“I-I… I didn’t—“

“Did you want to do that?”

Again, her question seemed to only solidify Ron’s fear, but he still answered truthfully.

“Yes.”

Silence. For the longest ten seconds of Ron’s life, it was naught but complete silence. And then it wasn’t.

“What did you see in the mirror Ron?”

That’s it! She bloody well figured it out didn’t she!? Why are all bloody women mind readers!!!
“You.”

Daphne hummed in response. Her eyes were still dancing around and her mouth was still covered with one of her hands.

Ron couldn’t help but fidget under the pressure of the situation. I blew it, he thought. Damn it! I fucked it all up? Me and my stupid wishes, why the bloody hell did it have to show me Daphne!? WHY!?—
Warm lips interrupted his thoughts as Daphne pecked his lips. His eyes grew bigger than the giant squid. And absolutely lost in the moment as Ron’s cheeks burned pink. He was sure his cheeks were now permanently scarred with this new pink hue. His mind raced faster than a firebolt, as he tried to comprehend what happened in the past few moments in time.

“Ron..”

His eyes refocused on Daphne, her own eyes slightly misty and a dreamy smile on her lips.

Shite! I made her cry!
“You’re spiraling.” Her words seemed to freeze his mind. Steadying his breaths, Ron could only gape. Opening and closing his mouth multiple times, struggling to find the words.

“I.. don’t know… I can’t find the words to tell you how I’m feeling Daph.”

He winced at his own words, embarrassment slowly flooding its way into his system. He would have allowed it if Daphne hadn’t stopped him.

“Do you feel like kissing me again.”

Her hopeful smile, yet narrowed eyes was a sight to behold. Ron’s blush and flustered posture resulted in him barely gargling out a nod of confirmation.

“Then what are you waiting for Weasley?”

“Uh… n-nothing… Greengrass.”

Ron could almost squeal in victory as his emotions flipped itself on its head.

Rushing forward, Ron wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her ever so softly towards himself once more before grasping her lips with his own.

Another kiss. Success!

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[obsessedwithceleste]

Fighting Fate (It’s a losing battle)

Theodore Nott x gn!reader

Inspired by, and dedicated to @musingsofahufflepuff

Summary: soulmate!au in which everyone sees in black and white until they meet their soulmate. Bold of fate to assume it can tell you what to do.

word count: 3.1k

©️ obsessedwithceleste. all works posted here belong to me and should not be reposted or copied in any way or form.

Ever since your first day at Hogwarts, you’d been told that you were lucky. A one in a million chance. Exceptional. Because as soon as you’d been sorted, and the sorting hat had been lifted up off of your head, your eyes had met his, and the world had burst into color.

It had been wildly disorientating at first- you almost fainted from the visual overload as the banners over each section of students burst into bright color. As you went to take your seat, you got strange looks from several students, but you never felt his eyes leave you.

You’d always thought it was rubbish. Even at the ripe old age of eleven. Your mother had first explained the idea of soulmates to you as a bedtime story. You remember her explaining how everything looked bland and colorless now because you hadn’t met your soulmate yet. But once you did, the world would come to life.

“When will I meet my soulmate?” You’d asked.

“Well, that’s the catch isn’t it? It’s different for everyone. Some meet their soulmate very young. At school even. But some, some will never meet their soulmate. They can be anywhere in the world, fate doesn’t discriminate.”

You’d scrunched your little nose up in distaste.

“That’s stupid. Why do I have to listen to fate?”

Your mother had only laughed, tucking you in and kissing your forehead goodnight. But the sentiment had remained as you grew up. How could someone really just be meant for you? Ridiculous.

Theo had known that you were going to be his soulmate before fate did. He’d watched silently from his seat on the train as you boarded, a nervous grin on your face as you waved goodbye to your family. You were perfect, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. At least until Mattheo swatted his arm.

“What’re you staring at, mate?” He’d asked loudly, gaining the attention of the other boys in the carriage.

“See them, there?” Theo asked, pointing to where you were boarding. “That’s going to be my soulmate.” He’d announced proudly.

“Yeah, okay mate,” the other boys had laughed, quickly moving on to the next topic.

But Theo didn’t take his eyes off of you until you disappeared through the train doors and off into some unknown compartment.

The next time he saw you was at the sorting ceremony. He watched as you confidently made your way up to the front, the smile never leaving your face as McGonagall lowered the hat onto your head. It only took a few moments of deliberation before the hat was being lifted off of your head and Theo’s eyes met yours.

It was like the wind was taken out of him as the room sprung to life, colors swirling around his vision as his eyes raced around the room in awe.

By the end of the night, all of Theo’s friends had been sorted into Slytherin with him. Mattheo, Enzo, Draco, Blaise. Even Crabbe and Goyle.

“I was right on the train. About them being my soulmate,” he’d announced proudly, pointing out different objects and describing the different colors to his friends who wondered in amazement.

You on the other hand, didn’t speak a word of it to anyone until you accidentally let it slip to your mother over break that you could see the pretty colored ornaments strung up on the tree.

She’d been thrilled of course, wanting to know every detail about this soulmate of yours. What did he look like? What house was he? Had the two of you spoken.

You answered each question with less enthusiasm than the one prior, and eventually she got the point and stopped asking.

As soon as the news slipped that Theodore Nott, a child of the sacred twenty-eight, and son of Tiberius Nott no less, could see in color however, it didn’t take long for people to start noticing you. Telling you how lucky you were to have found your soulmate. To be able to see color. As if you wanted a soulmate at eleven years old.

The first few years it was easy to avoid. Being only eleven or twelve, Theo was content admiring you from a far. Third year was when the boy finally got the courage to really try and talk to you for the first time. Sure he’d said hi a few times over the past couple years, but nothing you’d found particularly note worthy. Especially not for someone who was supposedly your soulmate.

“Are you any good at charms?” A voice asks, startling you as you look up from the essay you had been finishing up in the court yard. It was a warm, cloudy day, with only a light breeze, so you’d thought it would be the perfect day to take your studies outside.

You stare up in surprise at the brunette boy in front of you, watching silently as he takes a seat across from you.

In the past, you'd played the avoiding game, quickly scurrying off if you saw the boy or his friends approaching. This year, you hadn't been taking the same precautions, and it seemed Theodore was taking full advantage.

“I’m alright,” you reply hesitantly.

That was a lie. Charms was your best subject, but you were hoping the boy might go away. He didn’t.

"I know that you're top of the class," he responds, staring intently at you with a sly smirk.

That afternoon you begrudgingly helped Theodore with his charms homework, and he happily helped you with your DADA essay. There wasn’t a whole lot of interaction between the two of you, but he wasn’t horrible you supposed. At least he had brain cells to rub together.

After that he kept popping up sporadically throughout your third year.

At quidditch tryouts he'd insisted on partnering with you for several of the drills. You both were offered a place on the team. In the Great Hall he'd seek you out to ask about the homework assignment he'd missed after skiving off of class with Mattheo. The fact that you gave him your notes each time meant nothing. Obviously. And every so often, between the shelves of books in the library, you'd see a flash of soft brown hair, and intense eyes gazing at you before they disappeared as if you were imagining it.

With each increasing encounter, the both of you made idle conversation as you kept the boy at an arms length. It was nothing personal really. In fact the more you thought about it, he seemed perfectly alright. But something in your stubborn thirteen year old self just wanted to stick it to fate. So you continued to ice the boy out.

Theodore however, was nothing if not determined. He knew from the moment he saw you that he was meant to be yours, and he’d be damned if he let you slip through his fingers. Thirteen year old Theodore was a stubborn bastard and he knew he was willing to play the long game.

Things grew a bit more complicated in fourth year when you became friends with some of the Slytherin crowd.

It had been an accident really. You’d been reading down by the Black Lake when Daphne Greengrass had stumbled upon you, followed closely by Pansy Parkinson and Lorenzo Berkshire.

“Oh!” she’d said in delight, seeing the book in your hands, “I love that book!”

The two of you ended up talking enthusiastically about the novel for almost an entire hour with Pansy and Enzo butting in every so often to add their thoughts.

“Wait, you’re Theodore’s soulmate aren’t you?” Enzo asks, eventually recognizing you.

You eye the boy cautiously as you nod slowly, suddenly feeling self conscious.

Pansy just wrinkles her nose.

“Sorry you got stuck with such a tosser.” She says.

The four of you are quiet for a moment before your laughter breaks the silence, the other three following shortly after.

After that, you’re integrated into their little group seamlessly. You’d always been a bit of a loner. Sure people would wander up to you often enough to chatter about what it was like to see colors, but that was really all people wanted to know about you. Like it was some trivial party trick.

It was nice having your own friends to study with and wander about Hogsmeade with on the weekends. It was nice to have people who liked being around you simply for being you. Not because some magical force had decided to bind you to a whole other human and grant you the ability to see color.

It didn’t take long for Theo to notice you hanging about more frequently. How could he not? You were so pretty. So smart and witty. So perfect. He was just so happy to have you around more often. Even if it wasn’t to spend time with him specifically.

He reveled in any little morsel of information that he could scrape up from your friends. Your favorite color, your favorite sweets at Honeydukes, your class schedule. Theo was willing to admit the last one was a bit weird, but he was really just hungry to learn anything he could about his elusive soulmate.

Soon enough, it didn’t become unusual for Theodore and Mattheo to join the four of you on your little excursions. Popping up at the Black Lake, or meeting up with you at the Three Broomsticks. He was just always there. As if he was making a point of it. And begrudgingly you began to let him in.

A friend of your friends was okay you thought. Wouldn’t hurt to get to know him a bit. That wasn’t crossing any lines.

For Theo however, this was huge. He was finally getting somewhere. Even if you weren’t ready for any sort of romantic relationship, he was going to be the best damn friend you’d ever had.

By fifth year, there was simply no denying it. Theodore Nott was your best friend. You weren’t really sure how it had happened. The two of you just fit so well together. He had truly wormed his way into your life.

It had started with the study sessions.

"Remember when you helped me with charms in third year?" He'd asked. "I got top marks on that assignment."

As those became more frequent, it had turned into afternoons by the lake with both of you deep in your own novels, but sharing the comfortable silence.

Then it had morphed into weekends at Hogsmeade. Your friends thought they were being subtle when they consistently slipped away, leaving you and Theo to wander about the village. You couldn't find it in yourself to mind though.

You’d tried to keep him at an arms length. You really had. But Enzo couldn’t make you laugh as hard as you did with Theo. And Daphne just wasn’t the intellectual match that Theo was. And Pansy always made sure you let loose sure, but being around Theo was just- freeing.

You still weren’t sold on the whole soulmate thing though. Sure Theo was great. Perfect even. But you just couldn’t shake the icky feeling of blindly trusting fate to decide your life.

Then it happened. No one was expecting it. Especially not Pansy. But you and Pansy and Draco and Theo had all been working late on a potions assignment before dinner, and on your way back up from the dungeons, Pansy ran smack into a certain platinum haired Ravenclaw. You’d later find out that her name was Luna Lovegood. As soon as their eyes met, Pansy stumbled, leaning into you for support. You already knew what was happening as her eyes darted around wildly.

“Oh. I suppose we’re soulmates then aren’t we?” The girl said, a dreamy look overtaking her.

It all seemed too easy for them after that. It was like a flip had switched and the two were just mad for each other. A picture perfect example of what soulmates should be.

You found it to be slightly horrifying how blindly trusting fate could severely change a person and their relationship with an essential stranger.

Theo however, couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy. He had what? Almost five whole years on Pansy, and was lucky to get a friendly hug out of his soulmate. Yet Pansy and Luna were inseparable after only a few short weeks.

Not that Theo thought he was entitled to your affection necessarily. But it would be nice if you’d at least acknowledge the bond you two shared he thought.

“Why don’t you believe in soulmates?” Daphne asks one night.

It was one of those rare nights where it was only you, Daphne, Pansy, and Enzo huddled together wrapped in thick, warm blankets inside Daphne and Pansy’s dorm room. Salazar knows where Millicent was off spending her night. A bottle of shared fire whisky sat between you and packs of chocolate frogs littered the floor.

You blink in surprise at your friend’s question. You didn’t talk about soulmate stuff much.

“I do believe in them,” you say with a simple shrug.

“Yeah but you don’t really believe in them, ya know? Why?” She pushes.

You pause again, glancing at Pansy who was looking back at you intently.

“I don’t know. I guess I just don’t like the idea of someone deciding to be with me, just because they’re supposed to.” You say finally.

“I suppose I know what you mean.” Pansy murmurs after a moment.

You look at the girl in surprise and can tell the other two are shocked as well.

“Don’t get me wrong. I adore Luna. Really. I always tell her that I’m so glad that fate put us together. But then sometimes I wonder. If it weren’t for fate, would I have even given her a second glance that day I bumped into her in the corridor?”

There’s a silent lull as your group mulls over Pansy’s words before slowly drifting off to a new topic.

In another dorm, not so far off, Theo lay on his bed staring blankly up at the ceiling.

“Think they’ll come around soon?” Mattheo asks, sensing his roommate’s building tension.

“I dunno. But I’ll wait,” he replies, closing his eyes and letting images of you flood his mind. “They’re worth it.”

That night as you’re leaving to return to your dorm, Enzo catches your arm, pulling you off to the side.

“You can never tell Theo that I told you this, but the first time I met Theo, we were on the train waiting to leave for Hogwarts and he pointed out the window to a someone and said ‘they’re going to be my soulmate’. Then, at the sorting ceremony he got all dizzy all the sudden, and when we got to the common room, he said that he’d been right about who his soulmate would be. You. Just thought you should know.”

And with that, he’s gone.

It’s after that that you really begin to see Theo. You’d never really given him a fighting chance. But now, you kind of wanted to.

It’s the beginning of sixth year when Theo finally notices the shift. Notices you actually seeking him out on purpose, not flinching away when your hands brush, eyes hovering on his lips a bit too long for it to be accidental. And to say that he is ecstatic.

Meanwhile you were silently kicking yourself for taking so long to get over your petty bullshit with fate. Sure you still didn’t love the idea of it all, but after spending enough time with Theo, you could really, truly see the appeal.

After that night in fifth year, you began noticing how Theodore was one of the only students who could keep up with your academic prowess. He could always sense when you were tired, or stressed, or simply in a mood, and always did his best to subtly cheer you up. He was always there. Even after all the years you had put him through the wringer, he remained by your side. And that’s what really convinced you.

It’s also what landed you here, at the top of the astronomy tower, with your head in Theodore’s lap as his fingers raked gently through your hair.

It had become a usual meeting spot for the both of you. Theo had brought you up here a week into the school year starting. It was his safe place. His getaway when everything got to be too much, or when he just needed space to think. When those words had left his mouth you had melted. He trusted you. You had meant so much to him for so long, and you couldn't be bothered to give him the time of day.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, eyes gazing out at the swirling navy sky that seemed to stretch on forever.

“For what, amore?”

“Dunno. Making you feel like you weren’t good enough, or makin you feel like a bad soulmate.”

Theo looks down at you, and you meet his steady gaze.

“I knew I was good enough, amore. We wouldn’t be soulmates if we weren’t perfect for each other.” He replies.

You perk up at this. “You think I’m perfect?” You ask, a dopey smile appearing on your face.

Theo just rolls his eyes, shaking his head as he laughs. He'd grown used to your antics. Just another piece of you that he'd grown fond of.

“I said that we’re perfect together. But you’re perfect too I suppose.”

It hadn’t taken nearly as long as you had expected to reach this point. It seemed that Theo had just been waiting for the word to switch on boyfriend mode. All it took was one spontaneous, heated make out session in his dorm room, and you had the boy wrapped around your finger. (He already had been for years, but you didn’t need to know that.)

“Alright. Wrap it up love birds. You better be fully clothed,” Pansy calls, head peeping up from the top of the staircase leading up to the tower. “You two have been up here for hours, and you can’t have them all to yourself Theodore. They were our friend first.”

“Yeah! Time’s up lover boy!” You hear Enzo call.

Theo groans, head falling back as he rises lazily, offering you a hand up.

“I waited five years for this, can’t you guys let me have my moment?” He calls back.

“No!” The chorus replies.

With a laugh, you grab onto Theo’s hand, tugging him towards the stairs.

“C’mon. If we get Mattheo and Enzo drunk enough, they won’t notice if I spend the night,” you say with a cheeky wink.

“I heard that!” Enzo’s voice rings out.

“You wouldn’t say no to me anyway,” you shout back.

With a smile, Theo follows you down the stairs after your rowdy friends, hand wrapped tightly around yours. It had taken him five long years, and he certainly wasn’t going to let go anytime soon.

I'm a sucker for soulmate aus

#slytherin boys #theodore nott #harry potter universe #slytherin #lorenzo berkshire #matteo riddle #theo nott #draco malfoy #enzo berkshire #theo nott fanfiction #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #daphne greengrass #theo nott x reader #slytherin boys fanfiction #soulmate au #soulmates

[malfoysprinces]

friends, best friends, friends in love

- draco malfoy -

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin Reader

Summary: Two friends in love, eventually confessing.

Warnings: Jealousy, Hiding Feelings but with a happy ending.

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: It’s my first time writing, feel free to give feedbacks & request.

Slytherin common room was quiet on this particular night, saved for the sound of the fire crackling in the fireplace. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm, flickering light on the walls.

Y/N was sitting, peacefully by the fire all on her own until she heard his voice.

“Y/N”

With a look full of hesitation, she stared right into those grey eyes.

Oh, those grey eyes…

“Hey Draco!”

“What are you doing up this late?”

“Nothing, couldn’t sleep.”

“Come on, go to your dorm, don’t make me take any points from my own house.” Draco said, laughing.

“But I can’t sleep.” Y/N responded.

“My friends are such pain in the ass.”Draco whispered.

Yeah, your friend.

Y/N giggled.

Just when they were headed to stairs which led the way to their dorms, a familiar face appeared.

“Oh, hi Theo.” Y/N said to him.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake, this night is never going to end does it?” Asked Draco, looking tired.

“And goodnight to you too, Draco.” said Theo.

“I’m going to the Astronomy Tower, care to join?” Theo asked to both.

“Why not?” Y/N answered, hoping Draco would come.

“As your prefect I should lead you guys to your dorms, but as your friend I could really use a calming time with you guys.” Answered Draco.

Friend. There was that word again.

“Actually, I remembered that I have Snape’s potions in the morning and I could really use some sleep.” Y/N said without knowing why she wanted to get away from them- oh actually, Draco. Poor Theo had nothing to do with it. In fact he was always nice to Y/N, he was always a gentleman.

“As you wish.” Theo said.

“Are you sure?” Draco asked to Y/N.

“Yeah” Y/N answered, forcing a yawn to make believe she is sleepy.

She headed to girls dorm without looking back.

When she entered into her dorm room, Pansy and Daphne were already sleeping.

She looked at herself in the mirror, wondering why everytime Draco called her “a friend” her heart was shattered into pieces.

Y/N was distant to Draco lately. She was avoiding him at all costs. Whenever they sit together at a class, she would always ignore him, not in an arrogant way but in an cold way. Draco -being the smartest boy Y/N has ever seen- has started to realize this. He has been sensing that Y/N was drawing herself away from him for some time now.

But Y/N was forgetting something, she was the first person for Draco to come when he was feeling down. She was the first person that Draco writes to every summer. She was practically Draco’s closest but he never addressed her anything other than friend.

To him, “Draco and she was friends, nothing more. They just hang in the same group. Y/N was a friend to Draco as much as she was to Theo or Blaise.” Y/N thought to herself.

Y/N wanted to tell Draco how she felt, how she was longing for his touch without knowing how it feels, how she needs him. But there was too much at stake. She could lose Draco forever, she could lose the bond between them forever. So she decided to keep things to herself and keep her distance from Draco.

With so much going on in her head, Y/N went to her bed and fell asleep quickly.

Next morning wasn’t any different than others. The sun was shining into girls shared dorm.

“Oh! I can’t find my tie!” shouted Pansy in a hurry.

“Just check your desk, I saw it there last night.” said Daphne.

“Found it!” Pansy shouted again.

Y/N was still half asleep when Daphne came to her side and reminded her that if she didn’t want detention from Snape, she should be up in a minute.

She got ready in a hurry, causing her to forget her potions book in her dorm.

Girls entered the Great Hall for breakfast.

“Well, well, well.. If these aren’t the princesses of Slytherin.” Blaise said in a flirty tone.

“Morning.” said Theo.

And a simple smile from Draco.

Y/N smiled to Draco back and rolled her eyes to Blaise.

“Was he always like that?” Y/N asked. “Because if he was, I should really consider my friend choices.” she said in a laughy tone.

“Oh, if you call that a flirting, you should have seen Draco last night in the Astronomy Tower.” Theo said.

Of course, they weren’t alone. Of course, Theo was going to meet up with a girl last night and Draco wanted some company, as well.

“Shut it already Theo.” said Draco.

“Who is it this time Draco?” asked Pansy.

“Yes, tell us who the lucky lady was.” added Daphne.

Y/N was holding her tears back, not only because of Draco’s new girl but also she couldn’t believe how easily Draco affected her. He goes around flirting with other girls and Y/N ends up the one being hurt. How unfair Y/N thought to herself.

Y/N had seen nothing but pure love between her parents. She was raised the best way possible. Indeed, she was a pure blood, she came from a wealthy family - why else would Draco befriend her?- and she was pretty. She could pull of any guy she wanted. Any guy but him.

She could get any guy wrapped around her finger, any guy but the one with the grey eyes.

However, it was kind of funny how she was oblivious to Draco’s feelings. She meant everything to him, he would take her in a heartbeat if she said yes. His whole world revolving around her. Draco was the one to keep his feelings bottled up, that was for sure. But still, the fact that he cares about Y/N more than any other girl was obvious.

“Y/N?” asked Pansy.

No answer.

“Y/N!!??”

“Oh, sorry.” Y/N said.

“But you missed all the fun, Draco couldn’t even remember that girl’s name.” Said Pansy.

And just seconds later, everyone burst into laughter.

“Yeah poor girl must be thinking of Draco right now, but he doesn’t even remember her name.” said Daphne, giggling.

“ For Merlin’s sake! I only flirted with her so Theo could have his time with that girl’s friend.” Draco said in a serious tone staring to Y/N.

“Good boy, aren’t you?” said Y/N in a condescending tone which made Draco angrier.

It was safe to say that Draco stared into Y/N’s soul for a time which felt like an eternity for both.

Only if he knew what Y/N would do to be the one that Draco flirted- even if it is all fake.

“So now it is a staring contest?” asked Blaise laughing.

“No. And I dont even have the time for your - and I mean ALL of you- stupid crushes.” Y/N said.

“What? What crush are you talking about?” asked Draco.

“Shit! I must have left my potions book in my dorm” Y/N said. She was headed for dorm room.

Not long after, Y/N was pulled into an empty classroom.

“WHA-“ Y/N’s shout was interrupted.

“What is wrong with you?” asked Draco.

“I don’t know what you are talking abo-“ she was interrupted again.

“Oh, cut the bullshit already! You ditch on me and Theo last night and you have been off all morning?” asked Draco.

“I- erm- I am really worried about Snape’s class you know?” she lied.

“So this is what it’s all about.” said Draco. “I thought you were mad at me or something.” he added.

“You have been distant lately. It’s like one minute you are the center of the conversation, and you are gone in the next.” Draco said, worried.

“Told you, I have been struggling with potions.”

That was the best I could come up with? She thought to herself. I must be a disgrace to the house of Slytherin.

“I will help you, okay? Meet me in the library after dinner.” said Draco.

“No- I mean you dont have to.” she said.

“No, I need to fix whats bothering my best friend.” Draco winked.

Your WHAT? Now, we are best friends. If there is something worse than being friends with him existed then it would totally be being best friends with him.

“Come on, we need to get to class.” Added Draco.

Potions was boring for Y/N. Until Snape assigned the homework. A homework which was needed to be done with partners.

“I will assign your partners this time.” said Snape.

“Miss Granger, you are with Mr Longbottom.”

“Miss Y/L/N, you are with…..

“Mr Malfoy” Y/N prayed.

“Mr. Potter.” Snape said.

The anger in Draco’s eyes was visible, if not, it was felt by every single person in class. However, no one dared to state the obvious.

“Oh shit. Now it is getting interesting.” Blaise said to Theo.

“Yeah, just wait till the class is over and Draco starts whining about it.” said Theo.

As Harry walked closer to Y/N, Draco was already watching them.

Y/N and Harry greeted and started to talk about the project.

Whenever Y/N looked to Draco, he was already watching her.

But this time something was different. Draco’s eyes was not filled with the warmth that Y/N was used to see, instead it was filled with something she couldn’t name.

It was jealousy. So much jealousy that he could explode any minute now.

Slytherin group was already gone when Y/N and Potter realized that the class is over. As a matter of fact, everyone was gone and they were alone in the classroom.

“I must have lost the track of time.” said Y/N to Potter.

“Yeah. Seems we both did.” he agreed.

They rushed to outside.

“If Potter is that interesting, you can always go be his friend.” said Draco to Y/N. He has been standing outside the classroom waiting for Y/N, this whole time.

“What? We were just talking about the project.” said Y/N.

“Yeah? That must be the reason you couldn’t care to join your friends when leaving the class.” Draco said, angrily.

“Oh, possesiveness is a trait of yours, isn’t it?” Y/N asked mocking.

“Potter is my red line. Do. Not. Cross. It.” Draco said in the most serious tone possible, grabbing Y/N’s wrist.

“Too bad, he. İs my. Partner” Y/N said jokingly.

Little did they both knew, they had already crossed the red line in each other’s hearts.

“So, why do I even need to mix these things?”

“Like what on earth am I going to need these potion for?” Y/N asks, pretending to be oblivious to keep her lie going.

“Just try to memorize the ingredients and you will be okay.” Draco assured.

“Okay.” said knowing everything Draco has been telling her since the minute one.

“By the way, I really don’t understand why you stress over potions. You are the smartest witch I know.” said Draco lifting his eyebrows.

“I don’t know, it is not the class that stresses me, it is the professor. Snape is tense, you know?” Y/N shouted another lie.

“What? He is practically one of your father’s best friends. They’ve known each other since they were what? Like 11?” Draco asked.

“Yeah but still, he was always so intimidating.” Was Y/N’s answer.

“Truth to be told, I am his favourite, but you are not so bad yourself.” He said laughing.

“Well, I know he likes us, he is better to us than others.” Y/N said agrreing.

“See? He’s not so bad after all.” Draco said.

Rest of their study session went on as a chat session. Things was always so easy and calming between Y/N and Draco.

“Merlin, I missed talking to you about anything-“ Draco was interrupted by Y/N “Let’s leave, I have to check Gullygum.” Said Y/N, Anything to avoid this confrontation she thought.

“Gullygum? As your cat?”

“Yeah Draco, how many other Gullygums do you know of?” teased Y/N as she was packing her things.

The night was calm. As they were headed to Slytherin common room together the only sound which can be heard was their footsteps. As they pass by the torches lining the walls, the flickering light casts shadows that seem to dance across their faces. The sound of Draco’s breathing and the rustle of Y/N’s clothing as they walk creates a gentle white noise, as if the whole world has fallen away and it's just the two of them.

“So.” Draco said breaking the silence.

“Now tell me, why have you been so distant lately. And don’t ever think about lying to me because it is obvious you have no problem with classes.” Draco asked.

“Oh for fucks sake Draco, everything is fine. Friends don’t push each other like that.” Y/N stated, emphasizing the word friends.

“Yeah, friends.” whispered to himself Draco. But Y/N didn’t hear a thing for she was so tired with Draco pushing her to confess.

As the first beams of sunlight filtered through the small windows of the Slytherin dungeons, the house's green and silver shades appeared to come to life.

“Wake up! Today’s the day!” Daphne shouted to Pansy and Y/N.

“What day?” Y/N asked, half asleep.

“Are you serious? You forgot about it?” Pansy asked her.

“About what?”

“About the PARTY YOU SILLY!” Daphne shouted.

Oh, shoot. It’s today! The party which was organized by Daphne and Pansy, the party they couldn’t stop talking about.

The girls were already headed to Great Hall when Y/N was done dressing up.

As usual, the boys of Slytherin was waiting for their princesses at the table.

Pansy and Daphne wouldn’t stop talking about the party, how they have been planning this for weeks if not months.

In the middle of their conversation, an owl dropped a box to Y/N. The box had a letter.

You deserve the world. We love & miss you.

Mom & Dad.

And the letter made Y/N realize how homesick she was. She loved Hogwarts, she loved her friends and she loved her Draco but something about her parent’s letter made her miss her home. Maybe it was how the words they use reminded Mr and Mrs. Y/L/N’s relationship to their daughter. They had something Y/N admired. One day she dreams of having with Draco.

“Will you open it already?” said Blaise.

“Oh, let me just-“ she was interrupted by Pansy.

“OH. MY. GOD.” shouted Pansy.

“THAT MUST HAVE COST A FORTUNE.” said Daphne in a shock.

“This is so nice.” Said Draco.

“Aww, thank you guys. I must write them back as soon as I can.” Said Y/N heading towards the exit of the Great Hall.

“I envy how your father cares about you. I guess it is different when you are a girl.” Says a familiar voice.

“OH- You scared me.” Said Y/N shaking.

“Just cool darling.” Said Draco.

“I got this memory of us kids in my head. When we both fell of our broomsticks how your father ran towards you and mine just mocked me.” Said Draco.

“Oh, Dray, I’m sure you are remembering wrong.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, maybe.” Draco said.

The rest of the day went on as usual, the classes and stuff. In the evening there was a rush in girls dorm. Y/N had already picked her dress and she was getting ready for the party when she heard a knock on the door.

“Do you think you can help me with my tie- WHOA.. You look..erm- pretty.” Said Draco. “Heavenly” he whispered to himself.

“Oh, thank you. Yes I sure can.” Y/N said leaning towards him.

There was an undeniable tension and chemistry between them. Their lips were just inches apart. Draco’s grey eyes were fixated on Y/N’s eyes. The more they stay this close, the more Y/N’s hand shook. This was the closeness they were both longing for. It was almost like Draco didn’t want to let her go. Almost.

“So, I was thinking that we can go to party together since I am already here.” Said Draco.

“Yeah, yeah let me just grab my purse.” Y/N agreed.

The Slytherin common room was transformed into a grand party hall, decorated with green and silver banners, glittering streamers, and shining orbs that floated above the dance floor. The room was alive with the sound of music, laughter, and clinking of glasses, as the students of Slytherin danced and chatted, all in their finest clothes. The grand staircase leading to the upper levels of the castle provided the perfect stage for the hosts to make their grand entrance, clad in their finest robes and basking in the admiration of their guests. It was a Slytherin party atmosphere unlike any other, full of luxury, power, and excitement.

Draco instinctively put his hand on Y/N’s back, like he wanted to show everyone who she belonged to. Y/N was shivering for she was longing Draco’s touch for some time now.

Not so long after, a group of Slytherins decided to play the game of spin the bottle. Y/N and Draco were among the group, both secretly hoping the bottle would point to each other.

As the game progressed, the bottle spun round and round, landing on various members of the group. Finally, it was Y/N’s turn. The bottle spun and spun, seeming to take forever to come to a stop. When it finally did, it was pointed towards Cedric Diggory, who grinned eagerly.

Without a second thought, Cedric leaned in for a kiss. Y/N closed her eyes, allowing the kiss to happen.

Draco, who had been watching the entire thing with a scowl, could feel his anger about to boil over. He didn't know why he felt so strongly about Y/N , but he did, and seeing her kiss someone else fueled a fire deep within him.

“My turn.” said Blaise eagerly.

“I am going to call it a night.” said Draco not even glancing a side eye to Y/N.

Guilt was growing inside Y/N’s heart. But she didn’t have any choice. It was all a game after all.

Rest of the party was a usual Slytherin party. With the shock of Draco leaving the party so early, Y/N decided to call it a night, as well.

Next morning, Y/N wanted to see if Draco is doing okay. So before heading to Great Hall for breakfast she decided to stop by Draco’s dorm.

As she knocked on the door, a girl she didn't recognize opened the door of Draco's room.

“Hello?” She asked

“Who is it?” Draco shouted.

“Um-I wanted to-um…” Y/N was stunned. For a moment, she thought she can actually heart the breaking noise of her heart.

Draco came to the door and when he saw Y/N standing, he was frozen. It was clear that he spent the night with this girl.

“We can talk later.” Said Y/n, heartbroken, and jealous at the same time.

She was holding her tears back while walking to Great Hall. Not angry but heartbroken.

Just when she sat to breakfast, she felt a familiar voice approaching.

“Hey, Y/N.” said Cedric.

“Hi Cedric.” said Y/N.

“Is not that the guy she kisses last night?” asked Blaise.

Daphne nodded.

“Can I talk to you in private?” Cedric asked.

“Sure.”

They were headed to the exit of the Great Hall when Y/N felt Draco’s eyes on her when he was walking by.

“So, what is it that you want to ask?” Y/N said.

“I know this might sound ridicolus but I can’t stop thinking about our kiss last night. I was wondering if you would like yo go on a date with me?” “If you would give us the chance to get to know each other better.” Asked Cedric, hesitation can be seen from all over his face.

With the jealousy and broken heart, Y/N didn’t even think for a moment.

“ Yes Cedric.” she smiled.

“Oh, I’m happy now. I will pick you up after dinner tomorrow, so we can go for a drink at Hogsmeade?”

“Sounds like the perfect date.” nodded Y/N.

It clearly was an impulsive decision. It. Clearly. Was. Cedric didn’t even catch Y/N’s attention for once. Except last night, when she had to kiss him. She didn’t had the choice unlike Draco. Draco had the choice to not drag a girl to his dorm.

“What did he want?” Asked Pansy.

“A date.” Y/N answered.

“ A DATE?” Pansy shouted. “Not a chance” she added.

“Actually, I-“ Y/N was imterrupted.

“ Oh no you didn’t” Pansy said.

“ Sure as hell, I did.” Y/N said walking to class.

The next day went on as quickly. Y/N was getting ready for her date when it crossed her mind that she hadn’t seen Draco over a day. For them, it was a record. They were practically inseperable. Not so long ago, at least.

Y/N was headed to Great Hall to meet Cedric when she looked up and saw Draco, Theo and Pansy was sitting by the fireplace just chatting casually.

“Ready for you date?” Pansy asked which caused Draco to look at Y/N angrily.

“What date?” Theo responded.

“Oh, didn’t you hear, she is going on a date with Diggory,” Pansy answered.

“Lucky man got to steal our girl, didn’t he Draco?” Said theo.

Draco didn’t respond, he just nodded. As far as anyone can see, he was devastated.

As Y/N got back from her date, it was already pass midnight. The castle was so quiet as she walked to the dungeons of Slytherin. Y/N opened the door to the common room, only to find out Draco sitting where she left him hours ago.

The fireplace crackling sound in the midnight echoes throughout the empty Slytherin common room, adding an eerie quality to the scene. The pops and crackles of the fire seem to reverberate off the walls, creating an almost hypnotic rhythm that feels both calming and unsettling.

Did he waited for her to get back from her date?

As he waits, he stares into the flames, lost in thought. The sound of the fire is the only thing that breaks the silence of the room, and it's as if the fire is the only company he has.

The sound of the fire crackling is also a reminder of the late hour, creating a sense of intimacy and secrecy that seems fitting for the moment.

As Draco waits for you to return, the sound of the fire crackling grows softer and more gentle. It's as if the fire is signaling that something new is about to happen, that a new chapter is about to begin.

“I know I messed up.” said Draco in a rather sad voice.

“I know it should have been me who took you on this date.” he added.

The sound of the fire becomes louder and more chaotic, mirroring the rush of feelings that Y/N is experiencing. It crackles and pops, adding a layer of intensity to the moment. The flames seem to grow brighter, casting an orange glow across the room and making everything feel more dramatic.

Despite the chaos of the fire, Draco's words are clear and heartfelt.

“I know it should have been me who gets to call you his girlfriend.” he finally looked up to Y/N who was in a total shock.

“Draco” she whispered.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.” he whispered. “I have always loved you and only you.”

“And I love you Draco Malfoy.” she added. “I have always waited for you and only you.”

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[folklaur21]

obsessed

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x gn!reader

Summary: You may or may not be a little bit obsessed with Mattheo Riddle's ex-girlfriend.

Warnings: Use of Y/N, Y/N is basically a stalker (lol)

Word Count: 251

"Y/N, what's this?" your boyfriend asks, as he picks up a notebook from your bedside table.

"Uhhh... nothing!" you reply, hastily trying to snatch the emerald green notebook from his grasp, but consequently failing.

Mattheo smirks and holds the notebook above his head, out of your reach, before saying, "Oh really, it's nothing, is it? How 'bout we open it and see, hmm?"

You finally stop flailing your arms about to try and take back the book and sigh. "Please, Matt, don't read it!"

Mattheo grins slyly, a smirk evident on his face. "Are you sure? Is this book filled with your deepest, darkest fantasies, or even- oh." His voice trails off as he opens the book to the first page. "Is this a fact file on-"

"On Daphne Greengrass. Yes, it is." you say, going red just watching your boyfriend read everything you've written down.

"Is that her star sign?"

"Pisces."

"And her blood type?"

"O negative."

"Y/N, what is thi-" Mattheo stops in his tracks. "Are these samples of her HAIR?" You fall silent at his exclamation. "Why have you done this?"

"I don't know Mattheo! I can't help it, I've got issues, I can't help it baby! I'm so obsessed with your ex."

"Y/N, this is weird. Like really weird."

"I know. I'm sorry. I'll stop, OK?"

"OK baby. Thank you." Mattheo says as he throws the book back onto the bedside table.

".........Mattheo?"

"Yes?"

"Hypothetically, was she easy-going? Ever controlling? Well-traveled? Well-read?"

"Y/N!!!"

#mattheo riddle #mattheo x y/n #mattheoxreader #mattheo x you #matteo riddle #slytherin x reader #slytherin #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin gang #harry potter universe #harry potter #fanfiction #fanfic #mattheo riddle fanfic #daphne greengrass #y/n #x reader #gn reader #olivia rodrigo #obsessed #guts olivia rodrigo #guts tour #guts album

[ravenelyx]

I Love You In Every Timeline - Sebastian Sallow

One Hundred Years of Solitude

[Fic masterlist]

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, Harry Potter characters appearance, no name appearance for the reader

Themes: angst, temporarily unrequited love, pining, some form of transference¹, developing relationship, slow burn, explicit (eventually)

Summary: "He turned around, and the world seemed to stop around him. She had followed him: into another timeline, into another universe." In which Sebastian, in his search for a cure in the Dark Arts, finds himself 100 years into the future and meets his most trusted companion's descendant (who looks far too similar to the girl he was once secretly in love with).

A/N: chapter rewritten :)

AO3 • Wattpad

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The Great Hall was almost empty when he entered it, as most of the students had already gone to class. Since he had a free period before Charms, Sebastian decided to allow himself more sleep than usual.

Not that it had been any useful.

He felt exhausted, dragging himself to the nearest seat at his House table and resting his head on the cold wood. There was hardly anything left, and he was more than happy to just munch on a cold pancake and drink a glass of pumpkin juice, enough to sustain him for at least a few hours, although barely.

Perhaps it was the sight of the Hall, empty and familiar, perhaps it was the enchanted ceiling shining sunny rays on the Slytherin table, perhaps it was the unsatisfactory breakfast after an unsatisfactory dinner, but for a split second, Sebastian was at home.

It was a sour feeling, like his pumpkin juice had spoiled and his pancake had grown mould in his hands, yet he couldn't stop feasting on it, searching for a piece he could savour, if only once. That, he realised, was the beginning of his destruction.

Memories of the previous day's conversation came flooding back and he groaned, the weight in his chest growing heavier, and the pancake suddenly seemed even less appetising as he dropped it onto the plate.

'Everything is clearer in the morning ', Dumbledore had said.

Perhaps he should lend me his glasses , Sebastian thought.

Fortunately, the headache had subsided since the conversation, and although his sleep hadn't been as satisfying as he'd hoped, he felt a little better than he had a few hours ago. Maybe it was the pumpkin juice.

He shoved the pancake back in his mouth, almost choking on it, and rubbed his eyes before standing up. From his table, a few Slytherins turned their heads towards him, and he recognised a few of his peers among them: a brown-haired boy was waving a wand around with a devil-may-care attitude while a blonde girl tried to snatch it out of his hands. None of them seemed in a rush to leave, which almost made Sebastian think he had read his timetable wrong.

He checked again for good measure and he was glad to know he was absolutely right. He then thought he might have been mistaken about the students: they either weren't in the same year as him as he had previously thought or they were waiting for the perfect moment to be fashionably late.

Sebastian, for all his self-respect and gallantry, had little time to be fashionable.

Leaving the students be — and ignoring their eyes on him as soon as he turned towards the door — he headed off to class, ready to begin lessons in a new, unfamiliar environment.

The walk to Classroom 2E was almost refreshing, and for once, he didn’t lament the stairs. The same couldn’t be said for the screeching laugh of a certain Slytherin girl as soon as she saw him wander around.

It felt bloody ironic to think that after five years.

If anything, the hallways were deserted and the cracking fire of the torches put him at ease, and that was a pretty huge step up.

“Lost, new fifth-year?” laughed Pansy Parkinson, then she turned to her right as if expecting someone to pat her back.

If her goal was to discomfit him, she might need to review her bullying strategies.

“You’re not still crying because of what happened yesterday, are you?” retorted Sebastian, only stopping briefly to look at her before resuming his walk.

“I could give you detention,” she shrieked.

A perfect pureblood pair, he almost wanted to throw up.

“That would delight me.”

Pansy Parkinson didn’t follow him, for which he was delightfully glad. Not that it would matter that much: he’d see her in class anyway — probably fleering at him with newfound energy once she had his beau  beside her.

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[prettyboypucey]

Being part of the Slytherin family

#harry potter imagine #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #slytherin #harry potter insta au #hp aesthetic #hp insta au #hp hc #harry potter instagram #hp imagine #pansy parkinson #draco malfoy #hpedit #daphne greengrass #harry potter instagram au #astoria greengrass #blaise zabini #tracey davis #theodore nott #slytherin girl gang #slytherin aesthetic #slytherin shit #hogwarts

[gods-graveyard]

THE BRITISH ARE COMING!! (But its just wizards)

FINALLY- I have finished this christmas update for Slytherin Harry "Into the den of snakes" (link below) Also reposting the fanart that goes with it because im lowkey very proud of how it came out

For those of you who don't know about my fic

Slytherin Harry (featuring Cassius + Marcus)

"Silver Squad" of Harry, Blaise, Theo, and Daphne (Neville is there too)

Percy/Oliver/Marcus is the only canon ship rn (rest are spoiler or babies)

Ambigious Snape, Evil Dumbles +Moldy

Pureblood culture, politics, and a lot more emphasis on magical WORLD (I have researched so many cultures its not even funny-)

Future Marauders/Slytherin Skittles content

Lots of found family, friendships, and a fun dabble of mystery here and there

CHECK OUT WIZARD WILL SMITH + PINNED POST FOR MORE INFO

LINK- (WARNING, THIS FIC IS 80K RN)

#harry potter #ao3 harry potter #ao3 fanfic #slytherin #slytherin boys #cassius warrington #marcus flint #theodore nott #theo nott #blaise zabini #daphne greengrass #percy weasley #professor snape #albus dumbledore #fred weasley #george weasley #ron weasley #pureblood society #pureblood #pureblood culture #pagan culture #perciver #flintley #flintwood #percy x flint #marcus x percy #percy x oliver #oliver x percy #hedwig the owl #hp fanfiction

[misguidedasgardian]

A Harry Potter Fanfiction

I'm wirting a harry potter based fanfiction... hear me out!

Reader is sorted in Slytherin, she is Draco's best friend, I'm writing about the Slytherin Boys, about Mattheo, but I'm changing the name a bit... but he is Voldemort's kid with Bellatrix, but he is going by Matthew Gaunt, like he took the place of his cousin or sm, so nobody suspects.

Reader will grow to become a grey kind of character, she has a *surprise* father that she will discover in the story, and then a OC mother and she goes by (Y/N) Basilik, a French pure-blooded family.

I want to explore her relationship with Draco and what goes inside the Slytherin common room, but also, that they are these rich, priviledged kids, so I wanted to give it some Gossip Girl undertones, with them smoking, and drinking and exploring their sexuality or sm, also reader... I want Mattheo to have a strong dynamic with her, he is... was raised as a Gaunt, so very poor, but he IS the son of Voldemort and he knows it, so, he is like a "protege" of the Malfoys, but not quite, so he is a bit resentful, so when Voldemort does comes back, he finally isn't like the "charity case" and he feels like now truly the dynamic with his friends change, because he is like THE dark prince, and of course his personality traits are that troublesome, he is a biiiiit psycotic, and then I was thinking that after the Battle I would do a very dark twist, Voldemort wins AU.

Reader while she is in Hogwarts she is "that girl" Queen B, Quidditch player. good in her classes, a bit dark, laughs and fights alongside Draco against the Golden Trio, because of her nurture (she is the goddaughter of the Malfoys), but its definitely hesitant because of her nature, and when she realises who her father is and what happened, she really wants to turn the table on the whole Deatheater kind of thing, her mother is dead too, she lives with her aunt...

Anyways she will navigate her relationship with her house mates and friends, I love all the Slytherin boys so she maybe has a thing for all of them, (not together nor at the same time, more like development trough the years, her first kiss, her frisrt dance, crush, time etc). anyways I'm planning on doing like long chapters fort heir first three years and then really kick the story up..

So... I don't know, would you read it?

I'm asking because I'M LOVING PROFESSOR AGAINST THE DARK ARTS RIDDLE and I was thinking about including him, but I think then I'm crossing the line, I always like to keep it similar to the story... like including "myself" or reader inside and what that affects the story, not really take the wole control... perhaps I could do another separate, shorter story with Professor Riddle, anyways... would you read it?

Anyways, to write the story better I'm actually reading Harry Potter, which will take me time, to make it really good and more "believable"

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #slytherin #draco malfoy #harry potter au #mattheo riddle #misguidedhogwarts #theodore nott #daphne greengrass #blaise zabini #astoria greengrass #gregory goyle #vincent crabbe #professor snape #pansy parkinson

[mayese]

Winter changes it all - Fourth chapter

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Synopsis: when your friend needs help, you are willing to help her, no matter what.

Warnings: none

BIG note: hi!! I’ve been away for a long time hahaha I’ve never stopped thinking about this work, and I wrote more chapters, and I think it would be ideal to release more now! Also, I wanted to apologize for the way the reader blows up seemingly just because she couldn’t keep eating breakfast, and I’m sorry for that, but mornings are though to everyone ☕️

Plants on the rescue

A week went by and you were surprised with the number of times you started to meet the twins, most of the time as an accident of course. You started to be comfortable around them, feeling like they were your friends. It´s a shock because, first, they´re Gryffindors. And second, they´re Weasley´s. Sometimes your head hurts when you think too much about it. You were seducing the problems yourself and thought you would regret it. But you were having fun. At least they treated you well and were nice and playful, which was something you liked a lot considering who some of your other friends were and how they acted.

Daphne and Tracy are the only ones you know would be by your side no matter what. Still, you were always alone most of the time, so being with Fred and George made you feel slightly happier, or more comfortable maybe, as if Hogwarts had changed for the better, even if it had changed for the worst after Dumbledore vanished and Umbridge rose to power. And things worsened even more when another one of her rules was hammered against the already full wall. It seemed like she was recruiting people for the Inquisitorial Squad, and you already knew who was going to apply.

"Tomorrow we´ll go to her office," Draco says with a proud smile while Pansy nodded. He wouldn´t shut up for all of the breakfast about Umbridge´s stupid Squad, telling everyone at the table of his plans and basically forcing every Slytherin to do the same, as if. "What do you pretend to do, Greengrass?" Daphne wasn´t paying attention to anything he had just said because she had been much more focused on the Ravenclaw boy she had stayed with a few days ago, becoming the target of Draco´s inquisitory.

"I don´t pretend to join her pathetic little club," she said bleakly, looking him in the eyes before seeping some of her pumpkin juice from her cup, and Malfoy frowned at her answer.

You smirked beside Daphne while you ate the delicious stake, happy that Draco hasn’t bothered to ask you if you would join Umbridge’s club. But he probably knew the answer already. "If the requisite is to have super greasy hair I think he´ll be the first one to be recruited," you whisper to Daphne without looking at her, only hearing her giggle quietly while you smiled. 

The conversation about Umbridge´s squad started to fade away, Daphne continued looking at the boy, Blaize was chatting with Tracy, and Pansy, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were talking about what they needed to do to be recruited. Meanwhile, you were eating peacefully in the middle, not sparing a glance at anybody else but your delicious food.

However, you found Blaize´s and Tracy´s chat very interesting when they started to discuss the Quidditch matches that were not far away. You never tried to get on the team because they played so dirty that you felt that if you entered you wouldn´t do anything, you would be bored, probably. But maybe the main reason is that you were unsure of your skills with a broom, and you didn´t feel like getting laughed at if you happened to fall off the broom. So you always watched the games enthusiastically.

You just wish that Umbridge doesn’t touch the Quidditch games with her sharp claws. But for now, the path is clear, and you couldn’t wait for the first match between the Ravenclaws and Gryffindor. You already knew who was probably going to win, but you still liked to cheer for Ravenclaw, quietly of course. Imagine a Slytherin cheering for other houses, not you. At least not out loud.

“Whoever wins we’re going to kick their asses later,” Blaize says with a proud grin to Tracey, and you are sure Tracey’s cheeks reddened a bit.

You looked back at the table, wondering what you were going to eat next for dessert, choosing to take a little bit of apple tart. You dig the spoon on the piece you took and got ready to eat it when Daphne startled you with her sudden call for your name.

“C’mon, I need your help to do an essay,” she said before getting up, but you continued sitting, weirded out by her sudden need for help.

“No! This tart is awesome-“

“Sinclair!” You frowned at her lack of good behavior, quickly eating two or three pieces of the tart before getting up and going away from the table with a furious sigh while she followed you.

When you exit the Great Hall you turned to Daphne, stopping her. “Why the fuck did you do that? You don’t have any essays! And you know how much I love that fucking tart!” Yes, it was a lame excuse to get angry, but today you weren’t in the mood.

If she wanted to talk, she could have said so to you.

“Look, I’m sorry. I just,” she said, pausing and looking both ways and you rolled your eyes. What was she going to say that nobody could hear? “I saw you with the Weasleys yesterday, near the principal courtyard, yes?”

Fuck. You didn’t want people to know you talked to them, like, talking in a friendly way and not insulting them every time you meet them. "With the twins? C´mon, you can´t possibly think I would talk to them spontaneously! I would ne-" Before you could continue stating the facts on why you wouldn´t talk to them, Daphne cut you.

“Look, I won’t say a thing. You know me,” she said, looking at you with a tiny smile. “And I know what kind of trouble you could get into for just talking to someone like them. So, even if you don’t help, I swear I’ll take this secret to the grave.” She puts her palm on her chest and closes her eyes, giggling while you chuckled.

Well, it isn’t as if you tried to hide the fact that you talked to the twins when you were in the halls or something, and it isn’t as if half of your Slytherin colleagues didn’t know you talked to them and already eyed you suspiciously. But you still wanted to keep it a secret, at least in a way that your parents don’t find out.

"What about it?" What could she possibly want with them?

"I knew you wouldn´t refuse to help your sweat friend," she screeched and grabbed your arm, making you walk along with her.

"Don´t push it," you warn, but she seems to have not heard it. “Anyways, what do you think that I can do for whatever you want?"

She stops you from walking, standing in front of you with a more stern look on her face. "I know it will sound stupid, but, remember Roger?"

You rolled your eyes at her question. "How could I not? You´re always talking about him non-stop." She snickers at your comment before you ask her what you should do. "But weren’t you sticking your tongue on his mouth early this morning? Why do I have to ask for help from the twins if you already know the guy?” You ask, genuinely curious and a bit frustrated by the fact that you had no idea how to help Daphne, and you were sure you would embarrass yourself in front of the two pranksters because of her.

"I- He told me he couldn’t see me anymore. Even though we just snogged for like, 5 minutes,” she said, whispering the last part completely bewildered. “He said that his parents wouldn’t approve and such, and I was baffled you know? The way he talked to me before we even tried anything made me think he actually liked me.” Suddenly you felt like this wasn’t a playful conversation anymore since Daphne seemed more serious, each word being pronounced like she was in pain.

You instantly wrapped your arms around her, squishing her body gently and stroking her back. “I’m not sure if I like that guy anymore, but if you really want to try again, I’ll help,” you say in her ear, not knowing if that was the right thing to do.

On one side, the guy seems like an asshole for pushing Daphne away like that after everything just because she´s a Slytherin. But on the other hand, she genuinely liked him, and you knew she wouldn’t give up that easily, even if he’s a douchebag.

“Thank you,” she said softly before taking a step back away from you, breaking the hug. “So, I’m thinking you should make them throw a party!” She said excitedly, and you chuckled, baffled by her idea and happy that she seemed to have recovered from the talk she had earlier.

“Sure, Daph,” you said with a giggle before you two walked away from the great hall, talking about how would you be able to help Daphne.

After attending your first class that afternoon you were on your way to the other one, walking around the halls while everybody around you did the same. However, your peace of mind was disrupted when Fred caught up on you, greeting you with his usual brightness that you weren´t sure made you nauseated anymore.

"Hello there gorgeous," he said while you two walked beside each other. And even without looking you felt his height, like, literally felt it. If you looked at him you were sure you would have to look up, and indeed you always had. 

You also remembered that Daphne asked you to talk with Fred, but you’re not sure if you should do it since you and Fred started talking more or less than some weeks ago.

You sigh in frustration, stopping your walk to your next class to look at him. “I already told you yesterday to cut that off,” you whisper to him, clearly irritated by the fact that he was very dear to your likes. It’s just that you don’t want to get that close to him, you just like his company. “Anyways, shouldn’t you be training for the game?” You ask so as not to let him answer what you said before.

“It’s going to begin in a couple of minutes,” he informs with a smirk, which indicated the upcoming of something you wouldn’t want to hear. “But, how could I not call you gorgeous, Sinclair?” He asks, faking to be shocked before trying to touch your face. However, you stop him by grabbing his hand, glaring at him deadly.

“Don’t,” you say menacingly but Fred keeps on looking at you with something in his eyes, something you can’t quite figure out yet. However, your eyes travel from his brown ones to his hand, and you immediately see something you had shamefully forgotten. “Merlin… Does it-“

Before you could say another word he abruptly takes his hand away, putting them in his pockets before smiling at you. “It’s always so nice to meet you my dear, but now I’ll have to go or Oliver may murder me when I arrive late to the pitch!” He says, and you didn’t have a second to say something while he walked away backwards from you.

"Goodbye darling!" He shouts, making every student that was present look at him before he turns around, disappearing through the halls and leaving you alone again. How could you have forgotten about the awful scar on his hand? You can´t imagine how painful that must be, which made you think about how well he hides the pain. 

"Hey!" Luna showed up suddenly behind you and startled you, greeting you softly, probably not acknowledging the fact that she almost gave you a heart attack.

“Luna.” You smile at her half-heartedly, still recovering from the scare she gave you. “Do you plan on watching the game?" You ask before walking to your class along with the blonde girl.

"Of course," she answered with her usual calmness. "I just hope Ravenclaw wins this time." You chuckle at her wish since you share it, but if you were being real, Ravenclaw would have low chances this year.

You and her enter the room and before you split up to go sit at your tables. You sit beside Tracey, greeting her with a quick hi. "I´m so glad Professor Sprout decided to give as a theoric lesson," you say with relief.

"Yes! Last time I pared up with Ron and he almost threw up on me because he touched the weed´s pus," Tracey said bitterly, remembering how awful it went when she was paired up with other people. Meanwhile, Professor Sprout entered the classroom, quickly starting her class.

Today you would be learning about something that perked up your interest the moment you heard Professor Sprout begin to talk, magic plants with healing powers. Your shameful moment from moments ago replayed itself in your head again, and you found it quite exciting to be learning this since you could use it for something. Were you really thinking he would accept your help? Would he really trust you with something like that? Maybe he would have his reasons to think that you would poison him.

Sometime later, Professor Sprout began with her questions which only Neville seemed able to answer. "So, can somebody tell me three examples of plants with healing powers?" She looked around the classroom with hopeful eyes, but to her desmise, she only saw Neville´s arm up while the rest of the class kept quiet.

You also looked around, seeing some students even dozing off. Next to you, Tracey was writing something that was definitely not related to Herbology, perhaps an essay she had to finish. 

“Just one example, Neville,” Professor Sprout said before sighing tiredly while Neville smiled before answering.

“Dittany,” he says simply, and Sprout nods in agreement before explaining what the plant did.

“Dittany is used in the Wiggenweld Potion. It is a healing potion with the power to awake someone from a magically-induce sleep,” she explains. “It can also be used to ease powerful stomach aches.” She added before looking around the class one more time. “So, can someone give me two more examples?”

Once again, nobody said anything. You peeped at Neville, watching as the boy tried to suppress the urge to raise his arm. It was almost hilarious how excited he was while the rest of your colleagues where almost dying of boredom. You guess he’s just passionate about Herbology.

Suddenly, Hannah Abbot, who sat two rows behind Neville, raised her arm, making an excited smile crack on Professor’s Sprout face, like as if her face had lit up.

“Go on, Hannah,” she encouraged, and you looked at the girl just like Neville did, curious about what she was going to say.

“Fluxweed and… Murtlap?” She answered slowly, unsure of the last thing she said. You had no idea if she was right, and so you glanced back at your teacher while Tracey was still caught up on her paper.

“You got one right, darling,” Sprout said with a smile. “Fluxweed is also used on a potion, the Polyjuice potion. But it can also be used to mend broken bones, to heal or stitch open wounds and also relieve stomach aches!” Your ears perked up even more the moment professor Sprout said the last part, and so you scribbled quickly the name of the plant on your paper, just for future reference and use.

“However, murtlap is not a plant, it is an animal. Murtlap essence is strained from their tentacles and therefore it is used to sooth and heal cuts and abrasions,” she says calmly while looking at Annah with a smile. “So anyone can give me one last example?”

You scribble again, “murtlap”. That’s perfect for Fred’s hand, hopefully you would be able to help him. But why were you desiring to help him? He didn’t even said that if it still hurts, and you don’t owe him anything.

But that’s when it hits you. If you help him with the wound, he may help you with Daphne’s thing. That way you wouldn’t owe him anything when you ask for his help. A favor for a favor. Alright, you think. Let’s hunt some murtlaps.

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[bluebugsy]

We finally hit 100k words 🎉

Now we just have to get to the ending ☠️☠️☠️

#ao3 #ao3fic #ao3 author #ao3 writer #harry potter #draco malfoy #theodore nott #dramione #fanfiction writer #draco x hermione #dramione fanfiction #hermione pov #nottpott #harry x theo #harry potter fanfiction #ron x daphne #daphne greengrass #ron weasley #dark fanfiction #memory loss #different life #voldemort wins au

[lazuli-writes]

Survivor

summary: Ron gets himself his very own wand.

pairing: none

genre: light angst / fluff / slice-of-life

estimated word count: 4700 words

a/n: I was kinda ooc with the wandlore here so please forgive me. 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

Ron loved the United States.

Magical New York felt like an odd combination of Knockturn Alley’s worst and Diagon Alley’s best, all in the same neighborhood. The young wizard never lived in a city, let alone, spent enough time in London to understand true city life. But even he had to admit that the hectic, unstable, bustling life that erupted through the streets of magical New York was awe inducing.

So many lights, so loud, so much to see and do. It felt like he was being consumed by a whole new world. And as unsettling as it was at first, Ron had come to crave it. He thought the rushing would be tiring, but it felt like a never ending adventure. The cajoling of shop owners: bakeries, antique shops, boutiques and sports halls was tireless in their enthusiasm.

The snowflakes that fell from the sky, as the Christmas spirit exacted itself over the city did nothing but brighten the congested district of witches and wizards.

This is probably the best Yule Break he had ever had!
Ron couldn’t wipe the grin plastered across his face, all of the life and happiness around him was enthralling. But maybe it was also the fact that Ron was being dragged down the frosty roads of magical New York, hand in hand, by his favorite friend.

“Ron hurry up! If my father finds out we left the suite he will flog us!”

He only chuckled as he returned his focus to their tiny little escapade. After winning his very first international chess tournament—along with the five hundred galleon grand prize—Ron figured that it was about time he got himself a new wand. His own wand.

To say he was miffed when his parents didn’t get him his own wand would be quite the understatement. He had been looking forward to getting his own wand since he learned of them. To have something, tied and bonded to oneself, an extension of one’s being… Ron had almost expected to have something special like that for himself.

But Percy had been made prefect and money was tight. And so, he had been given Charlie’s old wand.

Hurt he was, but not really surprised. Ron couldn’t stop himself from crying that night, a single thought running through his mind. Did he do something wrong? They’ve managed to purchase wands for everyone else despite our money problems… were they angry with him and felt he needed to be punished?
Ron couldn’t help the feeling of unease and distrust that littered his soul every time he held Charlie’s old wand. His grip was always lacking, but only because there was no comfort in holding that wand. And the wand clearly held reservations for which bearer it desired.

Ron had held on to hope the first few weeks he had his hand-me-down wand, hoping that maybe everything was all right and things could get better. Maybe mum and dad really were just hitting another financial hurdle again, that’s no problem. But the moment he saw Percy, proudly holding his new owl… everything fell into place for a split second. Harsh understanding kicking Ron in the gut.

They got Percy an owl versus getting him a wand. It took all of Ron’s might and willpower—which wasn’t much for an eleven year old—to bite down on his tongue and not complain. The constant reminder though of Ron not being worthy enough of his parents’ attention and doting was too much at times. The young wizard would be lying if he said he didn’t cry himself to sleep sometimes, as the same storm of thoughts consumed him on those nights.

What could he do to get mum and dad to love him more? What was he doing wrong? Why couldn’t he get a wand? Does he need to be a prefect for mum and dad to like him more? He could do better! He could be better! He could be worthy of their attention and love! Right?
Eventually, he got used to biting his tongue. Staying quiet. Not complaining. It was probably his best skill in life—other than disappointing his family.

Looking back, his past two years of school with his brother’s wand… Ron would say that much of his magical problems could have been ameliorated with a wand that was actually suited for himself.

Classes such as transfiguration and charms would have been easier. Theo and Tracey were clear on that front. He was lucky he had Daphne as his regular potions partner because if that hadn’t been the case, then that would have been another harder than normal class. Ron initially figured potions wouldn’t need the use of wands, but even some of the greatest of potions needed some magic to churn it at times. Defense Against the Dark Arts was a useless class if Ron was honest. With the way Charlie’s wand nearly failed him at every turn—he couldn’t even properly do an episkey—and the fact the past two professors were horrible.

He more or less forgot about the disloyal wand over other matters in his second year. He played in his first chess tournaments outside of Hogwarts. He rose as one of Hogwarts’ best players, to one of the best in all of magical Britain. Then there was that whole fiasco about the heir petrifying students. Ron was honestly terrified, and it didn’t help that the majority of his house liked to brag about the beast of the chamber coming to clean the school of the unworthy—damn blood purist mania ran thick and true in most of his house.

Charlie’s old wand only came back into prominence after he convinced Harry Potter to let him and Theo come down with him to the Chamber of Secrets. Ron had never been more terrified. Terrified for Ginny who was all alone, taken and mentally tortured by the heir. Terrified for Theo and even Harry… What if the beast kills them? And terrified for himself. He didn’t want to die, he’s not strong like his brothers, he wasn’t brave like his parents. He was a snake. How could a snake possibly be able to save his sister?
But it seemed he almost didn’t make it that far when Harry decided to invite the barmy loon called Gilderoy Lockhart. The revelation that he was a fraud shouldn’t have shocked Ron as much as it did, but it did. And having to duel a full grown wizard was probably the hardest feat he had ever done. Lockhart had taken Theo’s wand and shot a stunner, causing the chamber’s walls to collapse in. Leaving Harry and a wandless Theo on one side and Ron alone to face the full grown wizard on the other.

Ron nearly screamed in true terror and fright every time Lockhart shot a curse or a memory charm his way. Yet, through sheer luck and remembering his numerous dueling lessons with Theo, the consistent use of weak shield charms and using other spells to absorb or parry the elder wizard’s assault was just enough for Ron to land a blow.

Ron had regretted uttering the word ‘Legilimens!’ Being bombarded with horrible sights and visions of Lockhart. Of his crimes. Of his cruelty. Of his vanity. It was unlike anything Ron had ever witnessed. And by the looks of it, Lockhart felt the same. Rending the grown wizard speechless and nearly traumatized at the sudden intrusion, Ron took the advantage quickly. Painfully screaming out ‘Obliviate!’

It seemed the joint use of two lethal spells, with the obviously negative intention would come with a cost, seeing as Ron felt the hand-me-down wand heat up in his hands fiercely. The boy watched in trepidation as the wand suddenly cracked open, the smallest essence of misty magic escaping from the wand. After witnessing the crude display, Ron felt defeated, not even the realization of successfully defeating a numpty grown wizard was enough to soothe him.

Despite that, Ron was still left with an incapable wand. However, with Ginny saved, the heir defeated, Lockhart out of the way, and finally Ron’s final tournament at Diagon Alley, the insipid wand was once again at the back of Ron’s mind. Ron’s victory and becoming a national chess champion played a huge part in Ron almost forgetting about the injured wand. Until now that is.

Ron’s trip to Egypt with the rest of his family, to visit Bill was alright. Ron could do without the sand and the heat at times, and maybe the occasional joke and references of snakes every time Ron conversed with Ginny or the twins. Even Charlie and Bill cracked a snake joke once or twice, leaving Ron annoyed to no end. So much so, that he eventually snapped. He guessed he did go a bit overboard when he locked the twins in that vault for nearly seven hours. The punishment in Ron’s eyes however, was too much.

He wasn’t allowed to come to Diagon Alley with his family that year for school supplies. Forced to stay behind with his father, who stayed behind for work. Ron was livid. The whole point of the trip to Diagon Alley for his third year was for him to finally be able to ask his parents to get a new wand. But seeing as he was restricted from even attempting that, it left him down right embittered.

He of course had the money to purchase a new wand—winning two hundred galleons from his national chess tournament—but that required going to Gringotts to pull such assets out. Why he didn’t keep some of his money on hand was stupid. Nonetheless, Ron started his third year with a brittle and cracked wand.

Daphne, Theo and Tracey tried their best to mitigate any disasters by being his partner in classes such as Charms, Transfiguration and Potions. But even they couldn’t fix everything. His practical assessments were nothing but abysmal, but his theoretical and writing assessments were key in Ron maintaining his good marks. So he focused heavily on that. He couldn’t bloody well practice duelling with Theo anymore, so he resorted to researching spells instead. This only frustrated him further because now he had no suitable way of practicing the things he learned. With the way things were going, Ron figured he’d be kicked out of school for possibly having a defective magical core.

But when Daphne’s father, Mr. Greengrass, his Chess mentor and Hogwarts Chess Club sponsor spoke of a potential international tournament, Ron leapt at the chance. He needed the distraction. He also figured that there might be some monetary gain, which meant an opportunity to have money in his hands to buy himself a wand. A plan that came to fruition in his Yule Break.

Here he was, on Yule break in the United States, an International Chess Champion, holding hands with the prettiest girl in his school and ready to get himself a wand. Ron didn’t need someone to say it for him to know that right now, he was at an all time high.

“Ronald hurry up!”

“Daphne calm down. Blimey, one would think we’re trying to escape dementors or something.”

“That’s not funny Ron!”

Ron giggled at Daphne’s words, despite his complete agreement at how messed up the situation back at school was. A mass murderer on the loose, as well as having an entire school besieged by Dementors was not particularly great.

“Well where is this wand shop? Why can’t the Americans just have their own Ollivander’s?”

Daphne rolled her eyes at Ron’s question, refusing to entertain Ron’s train of thought. Instead, focusing on the task at hand.

“We have about an hour before my parents return from Wizarding Broadway. We have to get in and get out. It’s a wonder Tabby is able to distract Astoria”

Ron digested Daphne’s rambling, returning his train of thought to the present. It was a simple plan. Sneak out to go to the American wand shop down near the muggle Brooklyn Bridge since Mr. and Mrs. Greengrass would be out, and have the Greengrass head house elf, Tabby, occupy Astoria. It was a good plan.
Though Ron felt like they have been walking for forever, he didn’t feel like complaining. Not when he was too busy admiring the magical and muggle scene around him, as well as being alone with Daphne. Ron truly felt, once again, it was the best Yule Break ever.
“There it is!” The young blonde witch announced, nearly ripping Ron’s arm off as she dragged him down the street quickly. Ron yelped in surprise at Daphne’s strength. He sometimes despised that the girl who was a full head shorter than him, could manhandle him with a creepy sort of ease.

Ron looked ahead, sandwiched between possibly hundreds of similar looking buildings in the hidden pocket of wizarding New York, Jonker’s Wand Works Emporium was an ornate building. The row of shops looked similar to those muggle shophouses Padma Patil and Sue Li talked about once. White walls, decorated with Christmas colors and furnishings, enchanted red and white flower vines scaling the walls. A large display window was fogged up, obscuring the interior. The door, next to the large window, was left wide open, allowing echoes of Christmas jollies and bells to be released from within.

Entering in only seconds after Daphne, Ron was bombarded by an aroma of nutmeg and cinnamon. The shop itself was glowing with holiday cheer. Muggle string lights hung from the ceilings, fairy lights traversed the side of the shop counter. Shimmering Christmas trees of varying colors in one corner, while on the opposite end of the room sat a fireplace, where three small mechanical dragons shot green and red flames. Basking the shop interior with its warmth.

If Ron and Daphne had anything to say about this place, they would call it simply magnificent.

From behind the counter, an almost endless series of large rows filled with wand boxes. Ron had only ever seen such an amount of wands at Ollivanders. And it never ceased to amaze him how so much magic could be contained in one space.

The two young teens were busy absorbing the serenity of the shop with a tight and gruff voice rumbled, “PRESS ME!”

Daphne and Ron jumped at the sound. Looking around quickly, eyes shooting across the empty room.

“PRESS ME!”

Daphne jumped, gripping harder on Ron's hand as the two continued searching for the voice until finally landing on the counter.

“PRESS ME!” Screamed a Nutcracker soldier toy, sitting at the counter eyeing the two teens with a murderous glare. One arm held firm against his side and the other holding a sword. Both teens were beyond confused at the command, now that they saw the toy for what it was.

“PRESS ME!”

“Why would we do that?” Ron asked, clearly dumbfounded at the toy before him. The soldier seemed to become enraged at the notion, beginning to scream out a chant,

“PRESS ME! PRESS ME! PRESS ME!”

Ron looked at Daphne, both teens too confused and unsure on what to do. They didn’t have to linger for long because soon enough, a pale light shot forward, vanishing the screaming soldier from sight. The two looked up to see a lanky, middle-aged man.

“Apologies for that. He was meant to alert me when I had customers enter the shop. He still hasn’t quite grasped how to say ‘Help Thee.’ I should probably stick to wand making.”

The young duo smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to proceed. Luckily, the man spared them.

“Anyways… I’m Jeremy Jonker, and welcome to Jonker’s Wand Works Emporium! The greatest wand shop in America. How may I be of assistance?”

Daphne held a kind, greeting smile whilst Ron nodded. Jeremy Jonker wasn't an old man persay, but he was nowhere near young. Ron figured he was probably in his late thirties, but that was just a guess. Clearly of European ancestry, the wandmaker had wavy brown hair and wide eyes. Ron thought he looked like that character, Dr. Rawlins, from the horrifying and sad muggle film “Empire of the Sun.” Ron still refused to watch anything else Tracey wished to show him and their friends, for that film alone was terrifying by itself.

Ron’s thoughts were broken by Daphne, lightly shoving him, gesturing towards the smiling man. Ron coughed a bit, regaining some composure before beginning.

“Ugh.. hello Mr. Jonker. I was wondering if I could purchase a wand today… for myself that is.”

Ron almost facepalmed. That was embarrassing.
“And why young one, would you need a new wand?” Mr. Jonker was still smiling kindly as he asked.

“Because I need one.” Ron said plainly, confused at his question.

Mr. Jonker giggled, whilst Daphne literally facepalmed. Ron sighed, he clearly missed something.

“He’s asking about what happened to your other wand Ron.” Daphne huffed, leaving Ron to mentally facepalm again. The young wizard quickly deduced that he was not good with such word play.

Without uttering a word, Ron pulled out the damaged wand, quickly passing over to Mr. Jonker. The older wizard’s eyes bulged greatly as he inspected the wand.

“Oh Dorcus!”

Ron watched as Mr. Jonker twirled the wand, eyeing the clear crack in the wand, and even blew a bit into the crack, prompting misty white smoke to escape from within the wand.

“This is quite the dilemma, young one. Ron was it?”

Ron nodded.

“Well Ron, by the looks of it, this wand once held a functioning unicorn hair core. Do you have any prior knowledge of what makes unicorn hair cores different from other cores?”

“No sir.”

Mr. Jonker gave Ron a comforting smile, “Unicorn hair provides the most consistent magic. And they are the more faithful of cores. Paired with the Ash wood, it means that this wand would have been twice as loyal to its original owner… am I right in presuming that this wand was second-hand?”

Ron blushed furiously. Embarrassed beyond measure at how a complete stranger was able to decipher pieces of his entire life so quickly. He nodded silently. Mr. Jonker however, didn’t let up on his comforting and sympathetic look.

“Your wand here also shows that the unicorn hair has been burned black. To a complete crisp. And by the degree of which some of the ash marks I detect within the wand itself, I believe that this wand has been damaged for a bit longer than four years at best.”

Ron looked down at his feet, barely swallowing down his frustration. He had been given a second-hand wand—one that was already destined to become disloyal and embittered in Ron’s grasp—but a second-hand wand that was already burnt out.

No words could describe the feeling of discomfort, despair, offense and spitefulness he felt. He just felt so… unwanted. Ron wouldn’t have been surprised if the definition of the word ‘Undesirable’ showed a photograph of Ron, rather than an actual worded explanation.

“Nonetheless, I am so very glad and honored that you came to me to purchase a new wand. And I have a feeling, you’re gonna do great things with this new wand of yours.”

Ron looked up, seeing a happy and honest twinkle in Mr. Jonker’s eyes. Ron forced a smile, prompting Mr. Jonker to smile brightly. Retrieving his brother’s wand back from the wandmaker, Mr. Jonker turned around, swiftly gathering some wands for Ron to try out.

“Are you alright?”

Daphne looked up at Ron, clearly worried at Ron’s intake of the news presented. Ron gave her the smallest of smiles and nodded. It seemed to be enough for Daphne, as she then stepped back, gesturing to him to move up closer to the counter.

Doing so, Ron only stood there for a minute longer before Mr. Jonker returned with seven wand boxes of varying colors and sizes.

“Now, let’s begin. Just outstretch your hand or pick up the wand. Give them a flick if you want. Just do what you feel is best.”

The wandmaker opened the first box, a stunning wand, inlaid with mother-of-pearl laid before him. Despite feeling a superficial attraction to the wand, Ron recoiled his hand at the cold aura exuding from the wand. He saw Mr. Jonker smile before opening the other boxes.

Hovering his hand over the row of wands, Ron felt a series of different urges and emotions overtake him. A few of the wands felt cold, another burned like dragon fire, while some held no effect at all. It was almost disappointing for Ron when not a single one of the wands before him appealed to him. But Mr. Jonker was quick to comfort.

“Don’t fret Ron, I’ve got hundreds of more wands for you to try.” Gathering the current row, Ron waited patiently as Mr. Jonker turned to collect another seven wands for him to try.

The next set, Ron finally made some progress. The sixth and seventh wand in the set gave Ron a strange sensation. He couldn’t explain it. Neither felt cold and cruel nor hot and bitter.

The sixth wand, a beautiful pale brown wand, almost the same length as Charlie’s old wand, felt mostly comforting in Ron’s grip. He flicked it around and the display was lacking to be honest. But it still felt so warm and comforting to touch.

The seventh wand, larger in length and a weird rusty color, Ron could feel his magic sing. Despite the wand feeling cold to the touch, the magic within himself emanated neatly as he commanded its box to float. Ron set the wand down before locking his eyes down at the last two wands of the set, conflicted on his emotions.

“I see you’ve come at a crossroads, eh?”

Ron looked up to see the beaming smile of Mr. Jonker. Ron couldn’t believe how one could be so happy and smile so much. The you wizard wondered if it was just the holiday joys imbuing itself into the wandmaker.

Nodding swiftly, Ron began,

“I can’t explain it. But the sixth wand feels the most comfortable to me. I physically feel at ease holding it. But the seventh one… I think it calls out to my magic better than the other.”

Mr. Jonker nodded in contemplation at Ron’s words.

“I believe you have discovered which wand wood is best suited for your current person. Whilst the seventh wand demonstrates what kind of core better promotes your magic. Give me a moment.”

And so, Ron waited once more, as Mr. Jonker came and went, collecting even more wands.

He turned to look back at Daphne, apologetic for his difficulty in obtaining a wand.

“Sorry I’m taking so long.”

Daphne only smiled softly.

“Don’t worry Ron. Don’t worry about me. This is very important for any witch or wizard.”

Ron smiled genuinely, gratefully in return.

“Okay. This should do, hopefully!” Mr. Jonker exclaimed happily, opening a new set of seven wands. This time, they all seemed to call out to Ron. One was pretty large, whilst the rest remained average in length. Shades of the wood were similar, light-brown, sandy, another even copper colored. Ron’s eyes widened in awe. Just feeling the warmth radiate off of these wands made Ron feel encased in a feeling of content.

Outstretching his hand, Ron slowly hovered his hand down the line. Waves of serenity, calmness and warmth pressed against Ron’s hand. He stopped however at the sixth wand in the lineup.

Ron didn’t need to move over to feel the seventh wand. The sixth one, the abnormally longer wand, was sandy in color. Its handle was also one of the many that was inlaid with mother-of-pearl, presenting a sleek pattern of stars and crosses. Taking a hold of the wand, Ron could only sigh in pure content and happiness. A sense of completeness consuming him. This was it. This was his wand.
“How fascinating!”

Ron looked up at the once again, beaming smile of Mr. Jonker. The elder’s eyes twinkled like a pair of suns.

“How so?”

“13 ⅓ inches in length. A beautiful balsam fir wood, with a white river monster spine core. Solid in flexibility.”

Ron raised an eyebrow. “White monster what?”

“White river monster spine core.” Mr. Jonker said simply. As if that answered the growing amount of questions he had.

“Uh….”

“You have a survivor's wand Ron. Fir wood is some of the most resilient woods in the world. Wands of this wood demand a firm and strong wielder. Typically suited for those considered intimidating, fir wood accompanies a wizard or witch that can adapt and endure. A wand designed for a fighter in both mind and body.”

What were the odds… a survivor's wand. What else could he possibly endure that he hasn't already? Severe self-loathing, duelling upper years and even a Professor, constant harassment and bullying, pure-blood politics at the ripe old age of eleven.
“What about his wand core Mr. Jonker?” Daphne wondered aloud, stepping forward to inspect the beautiful wand. She was clearly as intrigued as Ron about this new treasure.

“This wand is one of a rare bunch left here in the states. The White River Monster is a magical aquatic beast, whose spines make a stern and fierce conduit for magic. Its unnatural length is due to the wand holding an entire spine as the core. Like the monster itself, it is rather misunderstood”

Ron remained entranced at the old wandmaker’s words. He couldn’t help but blush, the red wave crashing across his cheeks. He just couldn’t get over the peculiarities of the wand that had clearly chosen him.

And by the looks of it, Daphne was as well.

“An old wandmaker here in the states by the name of Thiago Quintana was the only person to ever produce wands with this core. His secrets to producing wands of this core unfortunately died with him. And from then on, available wands of this core became rarer by the decades. But it seems this one, surprisingly unused, made its way into my family’s possession. And is still in its prime. Ready and able.”

Mr. Jonker cleared the other wands away, granting Ron another smile as the trio inspected the wand within the young wizard’s hands.

“Wands with a White River Monster Spine core produce spells of force and elegance. Paired with fir wood, I do truly believe that you, young one, have quite the future ahead of you.”

Stunned. Enchanted. Frozen. Overjoyed. He couldn’t explain it. Ron just couldn’t articulate how he felt at that moment. His lips felt chapped, and yet it didn’t bother him.

He could honestly cry at that moment. But he held it back, if only for a moment to express his gratitude.

“Thank you so much Mr. Jonker. May I purchase this wand please!”

Mr. Jonker gave Ron his signature smile and nodded.

“Five dragots please.”

Ron froze, as did Daphne. How they possibly seemed to have forgotten that magical currency in America differed from that of magical Europe, made Ron want to bash his own head in.

“Um… we only have galleons, Mr. Jonker.” Ron said, pulling out seven of the familiar gold coins, presenting it to the wandmaker.

Mr. Jonker laughed. “Well that’s alright. I guess four galleons should be good.”

Ron blanched whilst Daphne’s eyebrows rose in confused glee.

“Only four?” Daphne asked.

“Yup. Galleons are worth more than American Dragots. But as I am no banker, I do not know the exchange rate. So four galleons should be alright for me.”

Clearly not wasting any time or the chance to be cheated out of such a deal, Daphne gestured for Ron to pay up. His hands were clammy as he went through the motions of paying for the wand, gripping his newest possession, letting it twirl in his fingers. He couldn’t believe it, he finally had his own wand.

“Like your new wand?” Daphne asked, the duo now racing back down the streets of New York, hoping to beat Daphne’s parents back to the hotel.

Ron could only nod his head, his demeanor completely consumed by awe. Awe at finally having something for himself, something he paid for by himself. A burden he removed off his own shoulders. An extension of his magic, of his soul, of his life, of his entire being.

He had never felt so whole in his life until now.
But despite the high the young wizard found himself on, Ron couldn’t stop the giddy smile that broke out on his lips as Daphne rejoined their hands and began dragging him across New York once again.

For Ron, he couldn’t help but think once again, that this was the best Yule break ever!

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Lessons in Love

(Or why Enzo should be banned from advanced potion making)

Theodore Nott x Ravenclaw Reader

Summary: Ft. Enzo being bad at potions, the Ravenclaw common room door, and more than one accidental love confession.

word count: 3.3k

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A deep sigh escapes your lips as you walk purposefully through the empty halls of the castle. You loved Enzo. Really, you did. But how that bastard had managed to squeeze enough O.W.Ls out of his arse to get into advanced potion making was absolutely beyond you.

It’s not that you thought your childhood best friend was dumb per se. You simply thought his talents lay elsewhere. Like in herbology. Or anywhere really where adding a pinch too much powdered moonstone didn’t result in a glittery pink potion exploding all over the front of your robes. This never would have happened of course, if your usual, equally talented, potions partner, Theodore Nott, had actually bothered to show up, but god only knew where that boy had wandered off to.

Walking into classes earlier that day you had been giddy with excitement. While potions may not have been Enzo’s forte, it was most definitely yours and advanced potions was finally giving you the challenge you had been craving. Amortentia, your professor had said, is the strongest love potion in the world, thereby making it exceptionally difficult to brew. You already knew this of course as it had all been detailed in the days readings. Not only would it make someone obsessively in love, but it also had an addictive scent, changing to fit what one was most attracted to. Now that was all well and good until one was covered in it.

Originally, you figured that all would be fine. Enzo profusely apologized, quickly following up with a joke about how “at least you’ll smell nice for once.” But oh how right he’d been. It started with students accidentally bumping into you in the corridor as you went from class to class as they subconsciously leaned in to follow the alluring scent. A minor inconvenience you thought. (Although you did have to choose to ignore that third year almost getting impaled on a statue’s sword because he wasn’t paying attention after you passed.)

But then Cho and Marietta couldn’t stop leaning in to get a whiff of the scent all throughout the start of charms, causing Flitwick to continuously shoot concerned glances at the three of you. You eventually caved, moving quickly and silently to the back of the class room where Enzo was sat with the rest of the Slytherins. As soon as he saw you making your way over, he leaned over, whispering something in Daphne’s ear beside him. She gives you a quick look of knowing pity before moving into the empty seats usually claimed by Theodore and Matteo who were, unsurprisingly, still no where to be found.

“For what it’s worth, I really am sorry,” Enzo mumbles, at least having the decency to look embarrassed as you plop into the seat beside him.

“This is horrible! I did not need to know that Marietta’s amortentia smells like bloody Cormac McLaggen or whatever his name is,” you hiss in response.

Enzo lets out a quiet chuckle, sneaking a quick glance at your house mate.

“Hey,” he whispers after a moment, “What do you smell anyway? You must be going mad having that stuff all over you.”

You shoot a glare at your friend. You had a sinking feeling he already knew, considering he had been poking fun at you for weeks. You shudder remembering all those disgusting kissy faces Enzo had been making at you from across the library just last week. Bloody bastard was fishing for confirmation. Maybe if you ignore him, he’ll simply go away you think to yourself. Enzo however, takes your silence as an admission of guilt, a grin spreading across his face.

“I knew it. So tell me y/n, what does dear Theodore Nott smell like? Cigarette smoke? Hippogriff dung?” He snickers.

“He is my best friend, Lorenzo,” you whisper, giving the boy beside you another withering glare.

Enzo’s face falls at this.

“I’m your best friend.” He grumbles.

“I don’t know why. You’re mean to me,” you reply with exasperation.

He immediately perks up again at this, giving you a slight nudge.

“So I’m right? You do like Theo?” He asks excitedly.

“Enzo, I will avada you, and make it look like an accident,” you hiss in response.

“Come on, y/n, I’m your best friend, you have to tell me these things,” he pouts.

“Oh really? Like how you have to tell me about how you’re probably smelling Daphne’s shampoo right now? Or is it her lavender perfume?” You ask innocently, batting your lashes.

Enzo goes beet red at this, gesturing wildly at you to lower your voice.

“Hush woman! She’s right there!” He hisses.

You say nothing, only giving him a triumphant grin before turning back to Flitwick to try to salvage what few notes you’d been able to take down that lesson.

The final straw occurred during ancient runes when poor, unsuspecting Hermione sat down behind you and asked with a look of bewilderment if you had been showered with Draco’s cologne that morning. Her look of absolute horror only grew as you told her of your distressing situation. You thought she might faint when she realized that Draco had been within earshot and now had a shit eating grin on his face. With a sigh of defeat, you give Hermione an apologetic smile before deciding it was time to turn in the white flag of defeat.

You breathe a heavy sigh of relief as you finally come to a stop outside your common room door. You then frown, realizing you had in fact, made it to your common room door.

“What makes a raven like a writing desk?” The metallic voice of the Ravenclaw common room door asks, springing to life.

This putrid, skanky little-

“You wouldn’t want me to shove either of them up your ars-“

A low whistle catches your attention before you’re able to finish cursing out your common room’s door thoroughly.

“Whoa there feisty, let the eagle be,” Theo’s voice laughs as he steps into view.

The strong scent of roasted coffee beans and smoke that had been burning your nostrils all day hits you once again like a ton of bricks. Giving the eagle another withering glare, you turn your full attention to the looming threat approaching. You would sooner throw yourself off of the astronomy tower than let Theo know that your amortentia smelled like him. Someone had to keep the boy’s bloody ego in check.

“Full offense Theodore, I’ve had a horrendously awful day today, and I really don’t have time for whatever nonsense you’re about to start.” You say with a roll of your eyes as you cross your arms at the boy in front of you.

Theo laughs again, mirroring your movements as he leans against one of the pillars lining the halls.

“Poor principessa. Have a hard day in classes without me?” He asks with a smirk.

You scowl in response. It didn’t help that you had, in fact, missed the brunette’s comforting, albeit annoying, presence all day, but you weren’t about to admit that.

“Now that you mention it, I didn’t even realize you were missing. What snake hole did you slither off to today?” You ask, the lie sliding easily off your lips.

Theo cocks as eyebrow at that but leaves it be.

“Matteo wanted to ditch, had to baby sit. Make sure he didn’t get into too much trouble. You know how it goes,” Theo replied shrugging his shoulders. “And what’s a pretty little witch like yourself doing skiving off class?”

Theo takes another step forward.

“Don’t come closer!” You yelp before you can stop yourself. You had no interest knowing what Theo would smell if he got close enough. He frowns at you however.

“And why not?” He challenges, taking another step towards you. This boy really did not take well to being told what to do.

“I- I smell. Really bad. Had to leave class, I just- ya know, smelled, so bad” You splutter, mentally kicking yourself. Who says that in front of the guy they like? Why were you like this?

Theo’s thick brows shoot up at your declaration before he takes a final large step towards you and leans in, pressing his hand against your forehead before moving it down to feel your cheek.

“Y/n are you ill? Do you need to go see Madam Pomfrey? I can walk you there if you’d like.” He says, any bit of snark his voice previously held long gone.

“I’m fine Theodore, really.” you say, batting his hand away.

“Are you sure?” He asks, looking at you disbelievingly.

He leans in again and takes in a whiff of your scent and you immediately tense, freezing where you are. God damn it. His brows furrow.

“Y/n, you smell perfectly normal, maybe a bit stronger than usual, but definitely not bad.” He says, looking even more confused.

Before you’re able to fully process the words that just came out of Theo’s mouth, Enzo and Pansy come barreling down the hall towards the two of you in a fit of giggles.

“Y/n! y/n, you know I’m sorry, really I am, but if dousing you in amortentia is all it takes to get Draco and Granger to make complete fools of themselves in front of each other, I’d do it again!” Enzo exclaims between breathy laughs. “You haven’t seen ferret boy run past, by chance, by the way have you?

“Sorry, amor-what now?” Theo asks, blinking as he purses his lips.

You look between the three of your friends in alarm, praying no one mentioned anything after Theo had just announced that you smelled perfectly normal to him.

“Oh, you’re going to wish you were there! After you left, Draco was so pleased with himself. Looked like a kid on Christmas. Kept trying to flirt with Hermione until she finally sent a flock of doves to run him out of the classroom! Professor wasn’t too happy bout that one. Let us go early to find the blonde loon,” Enzo says, completely ignoring Theo’s question.

“I’m sorry, amor-WHAT?” Theo asks again, louder this time.

You feel yourself cringe.

“Amortentia.” Pansy snorts. “Do try and keep up Teddy.”

“This is what you get for always skiving off class with Matteo,” Enzo adds, nodding at the boy as if he were his disappointed mother.

“Mhmm. Enzo totally floozied over y/n’s potion this morning. Blew it up all over her and she’s been having people wander up to her to take a sniff all day.” Pansy tells him with a sniff.

Theo blinks again before slowly meeting your eyes as what he said only moments earlier begins to sink in. Pansy, ever the cunning witch, was lightening quick to catch on.

“Speaking of which, I am suddenly so interested in what exactly it is that you smell, dearest Teddy,” Pansy says as her eyes flicker between the two of you, a mischievous grin growing on her face.

Theo scowls at the nickname.

“Campfire.”

“Old parchment.” You say in unison.

Pansy smirks.

“Do you smell that Enzo?” She asks, making a show of sniffing the air around her. “I think I smell- a liar. Or two.”

Enzo only snickers as he eyes the both of you up. He knew exactly what you had been smelling all day and you begin to feel panic rise up in your chest. You send a menacing glare his way, daring him to open his mouth.

“Come on Pans, I don’t think Draco and Granger are the only ones who’ll be chatting up tonight,” he says finally.

Glaring at the pair’s disappearing backs, you once again turn slowly back to the problem at hand.

“Soo,” Theo starts at the same time you blurt out,

“This is entirely your fault.”

Theo’s mouth drops open, and he has the audacity to look offended.

“How do you figure mi amore?” He asks.

“You’re supposed to be my partner in potions, but you weren’t there today, so I had to work with,” you shudder, “Enzo.”

Rolling his eyes at your dramatics and giving you a small smile, Theo lets himself relax, leaning on the wall as he towers over you.

“Enzo isn’t so bad,” he says, slowly bringing a hand up to rest on your waist, gently moving you towards him. You pretend not to notice, taking a small, nervous step forward.

“He singed off Matteo’s eyebrows last year. The year before that, he didn’t realize there was a difference between fire flower and fired flour, and his potion melted through the floor. I heard a Puff call him Slytherin’s Seamus,” you retort. “Do you realize how bad you have to be at something to get made fun of by a Hufflepuff?” He snorts at that, cocking his head in agreement.

“Well I’m sorry alright? I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’ll have to. I have to go in again to remake the potion. Don’t want that bad mark on my grade.”

Theo only hums at this, as you’re finally standing nose to chest with him, forcing you to tilt your head up to still see his face.

“You really do smell nice,” he murmurs, pressing his nose lightly into your hair.

You make a face before nuzzling into his chest to hide the redness growing on your cheeks.

“I’m not talking about this in public. I simply refuse,” you say, trying to melt into him from pure embarrassment.

Theo looks down at you with a devilishly handsome grin before turning back to your long forgotten common room door.

“Hey, open up. She technically answered your little riddle earlier,” he tells the door.

The eagle grumbles something unintelligible as it starts to life again.

“I can always melt you down. I’m sure you’d make a great piss pot,” Theo threatens, going to pull out his wand.

The door swings open rather violently and you’re pretty sure you can hear a rather colorful string of curses come out of the eagle’s beak as you make your way inside. Having been there a thousand times before, Theo easily leads you to your shared, but thankfully empty, dorm room, closing the door behind you.

“You really don’t get along with that eagle, do you principessa?” He asks, throwing his shoes off and making himself comfortable on your bed like he usually did.

“Like you’re any better. You just threatened to turn it into a chamber pot,” you retort, falling easily back into your usual banter. This was fine. This was safe.

Theo only raises a brow at you.

“The blasted door is still mad at me for making a ur mum joke when it asked me if a chicken came before the egg in front of a bunch of second years.” You admit, letting your arms fall to your side.

Theo lets out a loud laugh at that shaking his head and extending his arm for you. You walk carefully towards the bed before hesitantly accepting his invitation. It’s not that cuddling with Theo was something unfamiliar to you, as much as you were hyper aware of the slightly awkward tension between the two of you that wasn’t usually there. You slide your shoes off as well before curling up next to him and laying your head on his chest. The two of you lay in silence and you slowly let your eyelids flutter shut, lost in the feeling of Theo’s chest rising and falling.

“You know. You still haven’t told me what your amortentia smells like,” Theo says, finally breaking the silence as he gently brings his hand up to run his fingers through your hair.

“Take a wild fucking guess,” you murmur, refusing to open your eyes and determined to get further lost in his warm touch.

He only hums in response, continuing to comb his fingers through the soft locks of hair.

“You know when Enzo asked me if I smelled you today, he thought you’d smell like hippogriff dung,” you say eventually.

“Fucking tosser. What did that git smell? Wild lavender?”

“And Daphne’s shampoo.”

You feel Theo snort as if he expected no less of your ever romantic best friend. Silence once again rolls over the both of you as you absentmindedly play with the edge of his shirt, rolling the soft fabric between your fingers nervously. The quiet begins to feel suffocating, so you open your mouth to speak, but Theo beats you to it.

“Champagne. And that perfume you always use. With the little white flowers. Lilies of the valley, right?” Theo says.

You open your eyes to look at him in confusion.

“That’s what you smell like.” He says, carefully running his hand down your spine, sending a shiver through you.

“I smell roasted coffee. And smoke. Not the fire-y kind though. The kind that sticks to your clothes cause you refuse to quit smoking.” You respond, looking into his eyes warily for his reaction.

Theo only smirks in response, a cocky grin spreading across his face.

“Aw mi amore, I’m what you’re most attracted to?” He asks, the teasing bait evident in his voice.

You feel heat rise to your cheeks as Theo gazed intently down at you in his arms.

“Shut up Theodore. You sure know how to ruin a moment,” you say, once again burying your face in a chest.

You feel his chest rumble with laughter before his hand snakes it way up to your chin, tilting your head up and capturing your lips with his. His lips are softer than you imagined as he moves them gently against yours. You let a soft gasp escape and Theo pulls you closer, gripping your waste tightly, and shifting you on top of him, deepening the kiss until you’re both left gasping for air.

“Was that more of what you had in mind amore?” He asks with an innocent smile, looking up at you with what you could only describe as his best baby seal eyes.

“I mean, you were definitely significantly more shirtless when I imagined it, but I can settle.” You joke.

Theo’s eyes darken however, and he lifts you as if you weigh nothing, flipping you over so that he now hovered above you, your back pinned against the bed beneath you. With one swift movement, Theo pulls his shirt up and over his head before lowering himself back down, his chest now pressed against yours.

“Better?”

You can’t help but laugh at the boy’s determination as your eyes shamelessly take in the lean muscle and tanned skin that was current above you.

“Theodore, as much as I enjoy this, you have to put your clothes on. Cho or Marietta could walk in at any time,” you tell him as you begin to make soft circles across his waist line with your thumbs, admiring the boy in front of you.

“Mm. You mouth is saying one thing, but these,” he says, placing his hands over yours, “are saying something else entirely.”

You roll your eyes, pulling your hands out from under his and handing him his discarded shirt.

“One kiss?” He asks, looking at the shirt as if it had mortally offended him.

“One kiss.”

He leans down, once again capturing your lips with his, but with more intensity this time. You feel one of his hands brush your waist as his thumb pushes up under your shirt, the rest of his hand following soon after, gripping tightly at the warm skin beneath. You let out a breathy moan when he flicks his tongue across your bottom lip, and he takes it as an invitation to let his tongue explore the rest of your mouth.

An awkward cough shakes you from the haze and you look up, over Theo’s shoulder to see Cho standing guiltily in the doorway.

“Sorry,” she says, looking literally anywhere but you and the shirtless boy above you. “Bad time?”

You cover your eyes in embarrassment, feeling heat once again rush to your cheeks.

“What did I tell you!” You groan, letting your head fall back onto your mound of pillows. Meanwhile Theo has a much too self satisfied grin across his face.

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[malfoysprinces]

The Minister’s Daughter

- draco malfoy -

PART 1

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

 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.

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.

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.

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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Dramione fanfics based on a movie/tv series:

1.Wedding Wars by MidnightLumos (WIP: 11/20)

-inspired by movie Bride Wars

2.The Holiday by embersofapril (8/8)

-inspired by movie The Holiday (2006)

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3.Unchained by LadyKenz347 (37/37)

-inspired by movie Pearl Harbor

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4. Dinner For Two by eilonwy (3/3)

-inspired by movie 27 Dresses

-10k words

5. L-O-V-E by emlohamora (16/16)

-inspired by movie Parent Trap

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6. Universal Truths by scullymurphy (38/38)

-inspired by movie Pride and Prejudice

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RWatHT - Chapter 18: Teenage Rebellion

As the end of May approached, a warm afternoon shone in the halls of Hogwarts. The sun hit the many stone floors and walls through the windows in the castle, this was not the case for the Potions classroom. Ron would’ve said he was dying. In fact, he was pretty sure this was the most torturous way to die, being bored to death by Snape’s class. It wasn’t that he thought of Potions as boring, however, Snape just managed to make anything he touched completely unbearable.

That along with a very bad night of sleep did not help. He had been having nightmares again, and he felt absolutely exhausted. Homework, prefect duties, the Tournament, and Quidditch training were driving him absolutely mad. Surely Snape wouldn’t notice him resting his eyes for a bit, right? Right.

People began to pack up, and Snape erased the blackboard. The students walked out and he noticed that there seemed to be an obstruction in one of the lines. Ron Weasley was sleeping soundly on his desk. A good surprise for a frustratingly simple day, nonetheless, a good surprise. Walking near his desk, Snape poked him with his wand. Weasley did not move. Instead, he only mumbled something in his sleep.

Snape whacked him with some parchment paper on the top of his head. With a start, Weasley woke up.

“Pepper-Up Potion,” he exclaimed in a hurried and slurred voice. He blinked a few times and looked up at Snape. His face immediately paled as he looked around and saw that Potter and Granger were both staring at him from afar, probably ready to jump in the defence of their friend.

“I suggest,” said Snape. “You use your Potions book for actual reading, instead of sleeping, Mr. Weasley.”

“I––”

“Five points will be taken from Gryffindor,” he continued, cutting his student off. “And I expect three extra inches on your essay. Surely, it will be nothing to the Champion of Gryffindor.”

Weasley looked at Snape with a sour and hateful glare. He picked up his books and cauldron. Weasley uttered something under his breath.

‘Insolent dunderhead,’ the Potions professor thought.

“May I know what it was you decided to mutter under your breath so cowardly, Mr. Weasley?”

Potter and Granger looked worried and tried talking him out of it, but with a determined look in his eyes, Weasley turned around. 

“I said piss off, arsehole,” he said clearly angered, and outraged before, he shut the door of the dungeons.

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Rare Pair Fest IV Works - Day 9

Five offerings today! 😍🥰🤤💞

Title: the star to every wand’ring bark Author: @phantomgrimalkin Ships: Regulus/Remus, Regulus & Sirius, Remus & Sirius Prompt: 243 Rating: T Word Count: 1,661 Warnings: Mentioned homophobia Summary:

Remus and Sirius's secret relationship has been discovered, the entire school is talking about it, and Sirius is absolutely beside himself as he (loudly) bemoans this to the entire Great Hall.

(Too bad they aren't actually dating.)

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Title: Prosciutto & Melon Author: @swoonbby Ships: Daphne Greengrass & Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass/Ron Weasley Prompt: #223 Rating: T Word Count: 1600 Warnings: mention of infidelity Summary:

Daphne's wedding day was fast approaching and all she could think about were the memories of blue eyes and freckled cheeks and the feeling of giddiness she felt when she was twirled around the dance floor like she was the only woman in the world. Her fiancé didn't feature in these memories once.

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Title: Let Me Help You, Mr. Lupin Author: @goldenbi Ship: Lyall Lupin/James Potter Prompt: James comforts Lyall after Hope's death. Rating: E Word Count: 2929 Warnings: No Major Archive Warnings, Tag: Dubious Consent Summary:

James nodded, his eyes lowering to Lyall’s neck and then back up. “Yeah, Mr. Lupin. I want to help you.”

“How’s that?” Lyall couldn’t figure out how a young man like James Potter could help him grieve his wife. She’d been dying for years, he had known it was coming; he knew, and still it had caught him off guard.

“I want to fuck you,” James said.

Lyall spilled the whiskey across his lap and swore. He reached for his wand and cleaned himself up, placing the glass safely on one of Hope’s coasters. “Excuse me, I must have misheard—?”

James’s expression was fond, “I want to fuck you. I want to lay you in bed, open you up, and fuck you so hard that you forget about everything other than my body. Then, you are going to sleep.”

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Title: the farce of readiness Author: @unwoundcorridors Ships: Percy/Draco Prompt: #17 Rating: M Word Count: 3,515 Warnings: None Summary: 

"During the height of the second wizarding war, in the middle of the night, Percy opens the door of his flat to a recently tortured Draco Malfoy. While Draco coming to visit him isn't unusual in and of itself, this visit proves to him once again that he'll never be ready for anything."

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Title: A Study of Three Author: @sailtomarina Ships: Hermione / Draco / Theo Prompt: #327 Rating: E Word Count: 17,091 Warnings: Explicit Sex, Threesome - F/M/M Summary:

It's Eighth Year, and Hermione is back to take her reigning spot at the top of the class.

The only problem?

Theodore Nott blocks her path with his stupidly messy hair and a sexy smile that makes her feel…things. Then there's Draco, looking and acting nothing like she remembers. Together, the pair make for a conflicting concoction of hormones and emotions that she refuses to let distract her from her goals.

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