#even if this is technically Draco and Pansy dancing

[trash-baggins]

“Draco, can we please talk about something other than the Mudblood?”

I look down at her and Pansy has a brow lifted at me. She’s bored.

All the Wrong Things

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MENDED HEARTS Draco x reader smut Warning: smut, pussy eating, angst, mentions of cheating but none done, penetration, unprotected sex(rap it before you tap it ;) fingering Lmk if i missed any

Hi hi can I request a draco x reader smut where they broke up but they still have that live for each other and their group of friends Decide to go to a club but draco starts getting jealous that y/n is dancing with someone else and takes her to the bathroom and yk what to write from here :

Of course you can baby, I hope you liked how this turned out :D

"You know what fuck you draco"it hadn't been a good day this was a bad fight, one of the more recent ones. Your water line began to fill with tears as you stared draco in the eyes. Lately you guyes relationship has been unstable and full of fights - late nights in the office unannounced,even sleeping in the office some nights. You've barely been able to spend any time with him. "Oh you wish i would again, too bad pansy the one ive been fucking" Before the smug smirk on his face could fully develop you wiped it right off  "you know what its over malfoy, i hope i never see you again". You didnt even wait to see his reactions, you grabed you bag and left out the door ignoring the calls and pleads that came from draco in regret. Its been a month since you last seen or even spoken to draco, hes tries on many accounts to talk to you - every day for the last 3 weeks draco has sent you a latter every day - you assume its him apologizing - but you'll never know for sure, you've burned all of the letters. they - the letters that is  make quite a good fire starter in your opinion. "Hey, y/n hows it going"you were walking home from diagon alley were you heard a voice you'd remember anytime.  Hermione. Your best friend in Hogwarts, i mean technically shes the onenwho got you to confess to draco. Draco, you wonder how hes doing you kinda miss him. Your train of thought was stop when you heard another familiar voice Y/n gow are you. Its been a while hasn't it" Ginny weasley- well technically ginny potter now. Her and harry had been married for a year now. You always thought you and draco would get married but thats out of the window now. Hey, girls" you said through a bright smile despite the hurtful rhings you were thinking. "What've you guys been up too"nothing much me and ginny were just about to head to the club, as a girls night out, for old times sakes you know!" You wanna tag along y/n, it'll be so fun" Long story short ginny and hermione drag you to the  club, turns out they were also meeting up with blaise and some of his friends great.just great. You weren't mad or anything you just thought it was a girls night. Somehow as the night went on blaise had asked you for a dance, you obliged. In the mist of your dance someone had grabbed your wrist and started pulling you towards the back near the bathrooms. You had no idea who it was so instantly panic mode started kicking in. It wasn't till you guys stopped that you could get a look at who had dragged you away. Draco. It was draco. You were about to speak to tell him something but he had cut you off before the words left your mouth. Y/n, im so sorry please baby. I-im sorry about what i said i never slept with pansy let alone even looked at her that way i- i was just mad and exhausted. I know thats not an excuse but i cant go any longer with out you. Seeing you dance with blaise i just i cant live with my self without you please baby i missed you more than anything. I missed everything  about you, your smile,  your voice,how youd wake me up with a kiss each morning, those times we spent reading together i just i-" draco was out of breath sweating just trying to fit everything he was trying to say in one go. You forgave him but he kept going saying every thing he missed all the timws you spent with one another. He look so sad like he hadn't slept since you left. Before he could continue him rant about his love for you, you kissed him. He was shocked to say the least. .."Draco... i forgive you, baby" im sorry y/n i just miss you and your touch so much. "Me too baby" he pinned you against the sink in the bathroom the coolness of the sink made your nipples harden."missed you so much baby" draco whispered in your ear as he nibbled on the side of you neck, earning a moan for you" fuck you look so beautiful, know iow much i hated seeing you dance with that block." The white haired boy,

reached his hands down to mess woth the seam if your skirt, pulling it up on your stomach, and sliding your underwear to your ankles, admiring to wetness of your pussy"fuck baby look how hard you make me" you moaned as his long fingers entered into your core. He started pumping his fingers in and out faster and faster speeding up and adding a third finger till the knot in your tummy felt like it was gonna snap. Fuckfuckfuck draco dont stop,im so close" draco moved his head to your core and started sucking on your clit. Seconds later everything came crashing down as you cames on draco's fingers and chin. Fuck baby that was so hot" he said as he placed his fingers in his mouth and began to suck them clean, savoring the sweet tastes of your nectar. Releasing his fingers with a pop he bagan to undo his belt groaning at the cool air hitting his hard and very sensitive cock. F..uck you ready" he lined himself up with your dripping hole and began to insert himself in slowly at first but slightly speeding up as you got use to him against . Both of you moaning at the sensation as he slamed in to you hitting all the right spots, you almost came on the spot when he started rubbing small circles n your clit. The room was filled with lewd sounds of your body's slamming together the metallic taste in your mouth becoming more apparent and you bit your tongue, clamped down on his cock as he hit a spot deep inside you just right, you came as his balls tightened and his cock twitched and he came inside you. The heavy breaths and rising and falling of you guys chests as draco slipped out. Nothing much was said as draco picked you up to bring you back home, after he got you dressed that is.

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[amortentiaboys]

Ahhh it’s here! This is a gift to the wonderful @avenueofesc as part of the @drarrymicrofic Wheel of Drarry mini exchange. Em, you’re a ray of light on the dash, the biggest microfic supporter and an all-round hilarious person. I tried to mesh some pining, oblivious boys, and hurt/ comfort, and also threw in some Warbling Glowworms and Patronus shenanigans for good measure! I hope you like it as much as I loved writing it.

RATED T  |  4k  

Harry’s twenty-five, a leading Healer on the Acute Curse and Dark Artifact Afflictions Ward at St. Mungo’s, and has a sound group of friends. So why does he constantly feel like he wants to crawl out of his skin? Draco Malfoy may be exacerbating the problem…or is he? 

Featuring Warbling Glowworms, bacon sandwiches, and sharp edges.

WARNING: graphic description of an injury and blood

***

The first time Draco Malfoy turned up at 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry was expecting it. He wasn’t particularly pleased.

“Come on Hermione, it’s Malfoy!” Ron whined as Hermione bustled about. Harry nodded from the doorway, safely out of the way of both Hermione and the Warbling Glowworms she was Levitating into various spots around his living room.

She gave them her most unimpressed look. “Honestly, you two! Wasn’t it your idea to have an inter-house reunion party, Ron?”

“Well it was technically Theo’s, but—”

“—And didn’t Harry say he’d be more than happy to have the party here because he wants this house to be filled with laughter and people?” Hermione interrupted brusquely, “And because he might be a tad lonely? No offense, Harry.” 

Harry shrugged. She wasn’t wrong.

Ron whined again, but set about wrestling some more glowworms from the crate Neville had brought over earlier.

Hermione gave a nod. “Well, that’s settled.”

Which is how Harry found himself face to face with Malfoy and Pansy on his doorstep. On a Saturday night. On one of Harry’s few days off from the Acute Curse and Dark Artifact Afflictions Ward at St. Mungo’s.

Wonderful.

“Hello, Potter.” Pansy was all angles and sharp edges, her red lipstick crisp around her sly smile and her nails tapered at the end like elegant talons. Perfect for ripping people’s throats out, Harry thought uncharitably.

“Pansy.”

An ostentatious cough drew Harry’s gaze to Malfoy, his pompous smirk the same as ever. The git. 

Yet a voice in the back of Harry’s head that sounded suspiciously like Hermione reminded him that there were changes, if he looked hard enough. Malfoy had obviously just clocked out of a shift with the DMLE, his standard-issue wand holster strapped tight around his shoulders, his white shirt rolled up at the elbows. He’d loosened up since the war, his hair slightly wavy with a fringe long enough that slender fingers had to brush it out of his eyes every now and then, and his eyes—

“Did you know it’s usually polite to invite your guests inside, Potter?” 

Draco’s drawl jerked Harry from his reverie, his smirk stretching wider as Pansy snickered next to him. 

Harry took a deep breath, biting back a choice insult about ferrets and unwanted guests. “Of course. Come on in.”

***

Harry planned to spend the rest of the party staying as far away from Malfoy as possible. The problem was, Malfoy seemed to be everywhere: his cologne permeated the hallway, his laugh— raw and sharp around the edges with newness— cut through the cacophony of Seamus’ magically-enhanced sound system and the Warbling Glowworms. Harry even spied him being fawned over by Kreacher in the kitchen. Kreacher usually despised all of Harry’s guests with every fiber of his shriveled being, and made sure to broadcast it as loudly as possible when they were around.

Harry’s skin started to prickle, though from sweat or annoyance, he couldn’t tell. He retreated to the garden with his umpteenth Firewhiskey of the night, skirting around a rather preoccupied-looking Ginny and Pansy. He sought refuge with Neville and Hannah Abbott on the patio, until they started making Herbology-based innuendos that made Harry feel both clueless and wildly uncomfortable. To be fair, it wasn’t a great deal different from how he normally felt, but he decided it was best to leave them to it.

He wound his way through the garden until he came to his pond. It was the first part of the garden Harry had worked on ever since he unearthed a picture of Sirius, Lupin and his father lazing by it. The pond was luminescent with tiny water-foals, the air festooned with fireflies that dipped and danced over the dark water. Harry had grown some toadstools not too long ago on Ron’s advice, which some fairies had taken to shacking up in during the summer. Aside from their occasional laughter and jokes at his expense, it was a safe place, hidden away from the world by towering ferns. It was Harry’s favourite spot, the one where he could just sit and think and be vaguely uncomfortable in peace. Even Ron and Hermione rarely bothered him out here.

So it was utterly unsurprising that Malfoy had invaded it.

He was sitting on the stone bench— his bench, Harry’s brain supplied angrily— those impossibly grey eyes fixed on the pool, his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together, white knuckled. The silvery trails left by the manes of the water-foals lit up his eyes in a way that Harry hadn’t seen since Fifth Year.

An age-old instinct to make Malfoy move, do something, to get under that iron-fisted, porcelain veneer, reared up inside Harry.

“I still stand by what I said.”

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[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating Blaise Zabini

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- It’s hard not to know who Blaise is, but you don’t actually meet the boy until your sixth year at Hogwarts.

- Like most girls in the school. You probably had a crush on the regal looking pureblood but you didn’t have the courage to approach him; especially not after hearing stories of him turning down other girls coldly.

- It wasn’t until a party that you’d end up crossing paths with the boy and find yourself thrust into his life.

- Okay, so maybe you’d attended said party primarily because you knew he was going to be there. So what? You didn’t expect anything out of it; though you could still dream, but surprisingly enough, something did come out of it. You met him, not saw or bumped into accidentally, no, m-e-t. Met.

- Technically, you met a few Slytherins, particularly ones in Draco’s gang, mainly because Gregory Goyle had struck up a conversation with you before his friends joined the area you were seated at.

- Throughout the night, you keep sneaking glances at the boy who seemingly couldn’t care less about your presence. It isn’t until your friend comes to retrieve you and the two of you go into the crowd to dance, that his eyes finally seem to lock on you.

- Blaise is hard to please so sparking his interest is an accomplishment in of itself. You may not think that he likes you due to his nonchalant behavior but believe me, even being allowed to be in his presence or having a few words spoken to you is big deal with Blaise.

- The start of your relationship with the boy is going to be filled with uncertainty just because of the way he is.

- One thing leads to another and the two of you wind up kissing at a party which becomes a sort of regular thing, the two of you kissing that is. And you’re dating, right? The fact of the matter is: you don’t know.

- Blaise is a confusing person. He’s stoic, he’s cold, he doesn’t really show interest in anything, and because of that, you aren’t even sure if he really likes you or if he’s just toying with you. He’s not particularly loving, he’s never asked you out on a date, so what are you?

- Parties seem to be your good luck charm because everything between the two of you seem to happen at them. So yeah, you attend another one of them with the boy, or rather, you end up sitting together at another one of them.

- Another boy comes up to you and asks if you want to dance and since you’re doing nothing besides awkwardly sitting next to the boy you were in love with, you stood up to follow him.

- Blaise; who had been watching the exchange intently, almost immediately pulled you back down and tugged your face to his, stealing your breath away in a deep kiss. And that’s where part of the confusion comes from, because it seems as though he only really wants you when someone else does ...which gives you an idea.

- You show interest in someone else. It seems so stupid, doesn’t it? It’s such a simple thing and yet, it works. You tell Pansy that you’re interested in someone and her being her, let’s it slip to the others when you’re not around. Then, you make a point of glancing over at the boy a few times, strike up a few friendly conversations, and voila.

- All of a sudden, Blaise is much more present in your life. He’s sitting closer, he’s talking to you, actually talking to you, and trying to get your attention on him rather than the boy who you were “crushing on” whenever they were nearby.

- Then it happens, you’re walking down the hall one day and the boy is on the other end of it; the boy you’ve now sort of become friends with since you’ve taken to talking to him, and Blaise, along with the others, are sitting in the courtyard which is beside and between you and the boy.

- You and the boy wave when you catch each other’s eye and you’re about to go over to talk before you’re interrupted by Blaise appearing in front of/beside you. He’s as smooth as can be as he asks if you’ll go to Hogsmeade with him and you can barely contain your giddy excitement as you agree.

- He wraps an arm around your shoulder, stealing a glance at the boy before leading you out into the courtyard to sit with him and his friends.

- The two of you have your first date at the three broomsticks which becomes the talk of the school. You do your best to ignore the eyes and the whispers, you’d prefer a little privacy but being the center of; mainly positive, gossip feels kind of exhilarating.

- And just like that, everything’s fallen into place.

- There isn’t a ton of pda in your relationship, he’s just not that kind of person. He prefers to keep his affection behind closed doors, though he does show a little subtle softness from time to time. 

- Like when you sit next to him and he wordlessly flips his hand, keeping his eyes trained on whatever they had been previously and waiting for you to slip your hand in his open one. 

- He lives for you kissing him on the cheek ...but he’ll never let you know that. You’ll just figure it out from the way he squeezes your hand every time you do.

- Hand kisses.

- Kisses on the corner of the mouth.

- Funnily enough, he’s more likely to make out with you or keep his hand on your thigh; nearly up your skirt, than he is to hug you in public.

- Deep, slow kisses. This boy could convince you to do anything with a single kiss. You practically get drunk off of them.

- Intimate snogging.

- He finds the height difference between you two to be quite amusing and enjoys watching you struggle to kiss him. He won’t move to help you in any way, standing completely still until you finally give up. It’s only then that he finally leans down and kisses you himself, usually cracking a smile before or after he does so. 

- He likes just laying back and staring at the ceiling while you lay on his chest. He finds it soothing to hear your breathing and feel your weight on him.

- Him twirling your hair absentmindedly.

- Laying your head in his lap.

- He tends to just call you by your name; particularly when you’re in public, occasionally throwing in a y/l/n every now and again almost instinctively. But when you’re in private, he does let a few angel’s, darling’s, and princess’s slip.

- As we all know, Blaise is a fairly unbothered person. He doesn’t particularly care about anything so it’s sort of fun to watch him be so unfazed by nearly everything that happens. Other times though, to be entirely honest, it’s rather annoying.

- There’s almost always a serious look on his face which makes you being all affectionate with or teasingly babying him even funnier. God, the withering stare he can give to someone while he allows you to tease him. It’s deadly.

- Gifts. He’s a wealthy pureblood: money and gifts are their love language.

- He definitely gets you a very specific and intricate necklace, bracelet or ring that he is subtly adamant about you wearing wherever you go. It took you a bit of time to realize it was a promise “ring” of sorts.

- Being made fun of; somewhat delicately because he likes you.

- People watching and people watching. Expect a lot of eyes on you, most people are rather surprised that Blaise has finally found himself someone who fits his criteria. And on the other hand, the two of you like to sit and watch drama unfold around you. 

- A lot of the time, the two of you just do your own thing in the same area. He’s a very low maintenance boyfriend.

- Hanging out in your dorm. Everyone in your room has pretty much just gotten used to him being there, so much so that they’re more surprised when he’s not sitting on your bed and giving them a silent nod when they enter.

- He’ll begrudgingly let you take him pretty much wherever you’d like. He secretly likes when you drag him into some Hogsmeade shop since it gives him an excuse to be there without appearing less ...above everyone else.

- Dates at Madam Puddifoots. He just wishes that the place wasn’t so ...pink. He always looks out of place with his regal scowl and dark, posh clothes.

- Having dessert together.

- Attending parties with him, whether they be Slughorn’s or his mothers; or just your peers.

- Being right by his side whenever you’re out in public. He likes knowing where you are and being able to lean down and whisper something in your ear whenever he feels like it.

- Being escorted to class; if it doesn’t completely put him out of his way.

- If you weren’t aware, Blaise has a bit of an ego, so he likes when you take pictures of him. If you don’t have his photo framed by your bedside, do you even love him? That being said: he will laugh at you for having his photo framed; but won’t let you get rid of it in any capacity afterwards.

- He knows that he’s good looking so your compliments rarely ever phase him. Even so, he does still enjoy them, mainly because he’s rather vain.

- Blaise is a wealthy, pureblood who was raised by a single mother; and her rich husbands who died under mysterious causes, so one can assume that he’s had those old gentlemanly manners instilled upon him. Mainly out of habit, he’ll open doors, pull out chairs, and/or help you down from steps; which is probably what he does for his mother. 

- Speaking of his mother, I think of her as being a very glamorous, sort of old hollywood-esque woman, always calling people darling and having people wait on her hand and foot. I can see her taking you for manicures or shopping, teaching you the ways of being a woman because your mother obviously didn’t. 

- Staying at his home during breaks or over the summer. His mother is usually off doing her own thing; killing rich men for their money, and they certainly have enough rooms so you’re nearly always welcome.

- Be prepared to be around Draco and his gang a lot; at least or especially if you’re a Slytherin. The blonde boy likes his minions and enjoys looking popular.

- Blaise doesn’t have a very high opinion of anyone; even when it comes to his so called friends, but he does; obviously, like you. You sort of take him being with you as a compliment in itself and smile whenever someone mentions how he’s so hard to please. 

- Having to stifle a laugh at his general distaste and offhanded comments about his “friends”, or rather, about Draco. You can’t help but find it funny when he says something in annoyance about the blonde as he goes to leave your dorm to meet him. 

- I feel like he’d have a fondness for conniving/bitchy people or behavior. He’d find it amusing to see you come up with a whole dastardly plan or make some mean comment to him about someone else. He’d especially think it’s funny if you’re otherwise a typically sweet person. 

- Don’t mention muggle things around him unless you want a fight or a look of contempt. He’ll ask where you “heard about” such things and/or chide you for talking to some mudblood, deciding he needs to keep a closer eye on you from now on to make sure you “keep the right company”.

- He’ll definitely be moodier and colder towards you if you don’t cheer for him at his Quidditch games, or when you don’t keep up your end of your daily rituals; like meeting him after a game or class. He feels betrayed in a stupid, juvenile way and may get jealous if your reasoning; at least, partially includes another boy.

- Even though he thinks that he shouldn’t be what with how handsome, rich, and charming he is, Blaise is a pretty jealous person. He wants you all to himself so when you’re with someone else, he just can’t help but be a little ticked off. His responses will range from making out with you, suddenly acting cold, interrupting and scaring them off, or scolding you for spending time with them. 

- He’s really not that protective of you. Sure, if you wound up in the hospital wing or someone really upset you, he’d probably scare the life out of whoever was responsibly by simply being near them, but he isn’t going to be constantly watching over you. 

- There’s going to be quite a few fights in your relationship, Blaise doesn’t communicate particularly well and never wants to admit what’s bothering him so chances are, you’ll have to confront him about his rude behavior. Other times, you’ll have to make it clear that he can’t dictate who you talk to, since he’ll probably try to keep you from being around muggleborn or halfblood witches and wizards. 

- He knows how to keep a level head and can be incredibly stubborn when he wants to be so you either give up and just walk off; to which he may or may not refuse to let you leave, or argue with him for a while until he finally concedes. He’s a bit of a conniving little shit as well so he’ll probably throw in a “I’m only trying to do what's best for you” which he does actually believe most of the time but nevertheless, he’s still perpetuating wizard racism. 

- A lot of the time, you’re gonna have to be the bigger person and approach him first for him to actually apologize or for you to otherwise make up. I can see him being petty/spiteful so if you were in the wrong or if he doesn’t think he did anything wrong, you may have to put in some work for things to be patched up. 

- He doesn’t pull out the I love you’s very often so when he does, it really makes your heart race and your stomach erupt with butterflies. 

- I don’t see him as being incredibly traditional but I do see him as someone who expects to marry and then provide for you. But hey, maybe you want to live a scandalous life, one with him marrying old rich witches while making love to you and funding your life together on the side. Regardless, he won’t tell you that he wants to marry you but everyone will expect it to happen and tell you that much. 

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[harrysweasleys]

Lost

Request: Hii could you do a Draco x reader where she's the super perfect student, really kind and happy girl but one day he finds her drinking and smoking and crying because she's so sad and like, lost?thank youu💗

Warnings: language, underaged drinking

Word Count: 3k

A/N: so this is a little ooc but i tried my best! also, my requests are still open but i’ve got a long line so it might be a while, sorry to those still waiting! xxx (gif is not mine.)

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“I mean did you see the look on Bell’s face when I knocked the Bludger at her face?” Pansy grinned, flopping down on the couch next to you, her hair still wind-swept from the Quidditch match she had won with Slytherin that afternoon.

“I did see her face, you did a good job,” you replied, grinning, “It’s always nice to get a win.”

“I’m still surprised you didn’t come back to the Quidditch team this year. We miss our Keeper,” she playfully nudged your shoulder, knocking you over to the side slightly.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, Pans,” you sighed, “I’m really trying to focus on my NEWTs so I didn’t want the distraction. But I still love watching!”

“Psh, it’s not the same,” she rolled her eyes, “Besides, I could talk to you about how our stupid captain likes to inflate his ego.” You giggled lightly, remembering all the good gossip sessions the two of you shared while you were on the team.

“Wouldn’t be talking about me, now would you?” Draco asked, sitting on the couch opposite of you, his hair tousled and his nose still pink from the brisk outdoor air.

“Never,” you smiled, lifting your legs to place your toes closer to the fire. Despite the fireplace that raged on every hour of the day, the common room always had a chill in the air — being in the dungeons and under the Black Lake probably had something to do with it. It didn’t help that you got cold easily.

“How’d you like the game?” he nudged his head in your direction, placing his hands behind his head and leaning back, closing his eyes in exhaustion. His jawline stuck out and his eyelashes fluttered shut, brushing against the pale skin of his cheeks.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts, “Good. You all did really well. Nice job catching the Snitch too.”

He opened his eyes once more and grinned at you, “Always love your positivity. See, Pansy, this is how true friends behave. They don’t hit each other with broomsticks.”

You hid your giggle, watching as Pansy leaned forwards with her eyes wide, “You were being an arse, Malfoy.”

“C’mon, Pans, did you actually hit him with a broom?” you asked, still containing your giggles. The two of them had a bantering friendship, never really seeing eye-to-eye, but they didn’t exactly hate each other either. You were often stuck playing mediator.

“Yes, she did, I have a bruise on my eyebrow,” Draco leaned forwards, pointing to his eyebrow. You couldn’t see much considering the fire was the only light source, but you pretended to see it.

“What did he do to deserve a broomstick whack?” you turned to Pansy, a light smile on your lips as Draco leaned back into the couch cushion with a scowl on his face, directed straight at the girl sitting next to you.

“He let his ego get in the way. When we were celebrating the win, he said we wouldn’t have won if he didn’t catch the Snitch,” she glared at him, arms crossed, “So — like I said, he was an arse.”

You nodded, feeling like you were in the middle of a fight between two children who were arguing about who hit who first.

“Aw, and how did that make you feel?” you placed a hand on her shoulder condescendingly, making her scoff and whack your arm away. You started laughing, ignoring the way she stood up and flipped Malfoy off before going towards the dorm rooms and disappearing behind the door.

“Drama Queen,” Draco mumbled, getting up from his spot on the couch and coming to sit next to you, taking the seat that was previously Pansy’s.

“Says you,” you retaliated, a smirk on your face. You turned to face him, noticing the bruise above his eyebrow now that the fire light was hitting it directly. Despite the little mark, he still looked really good.

Now, you and Draco weren’t exactly dating, but it was clear that there was some sort of connection between you two. From the moment you had met, you picked up on how different he was. Entitled, yes, but he had a certain intriguing air about him that drew you in, and he found the same about you.

He was tough, while you were kind. He was rebellious and hard, while you were focused and passionate. There was a fire in his eyes, ready to burn through whatever stood in his way, while you used the road that didn’t exactly require demolition.

Long story short, you were polar opposites, and that’s exactly what drew you to each other. You had a soft spot for each other and despite the flirting and the touching, you stayed friends and your other friends stayed oblivious.

“I’m not dramatic,” he mumbled, bringing you back to reality, “I’m just — shall we say determined?”

“Keep telling yourself that,” you grinned, pushing your shoulder up against his like Pansy had done to you beforehand.

“I will,” he grinned softly, gazing down at you with tired eyes, “Also, I saw you wore my sweater to the game.”

Your cheeks flushed, “Oh, sorry, I just saw it since you left it on the back of the chair last night and—,”

“No, I liked it,” he cut you off, chuckling, “It was cute.”

You sat back silently, grinning to yourself like a bit of an idiot, but trying your best to keep cool. After a good moment of comfortable silence, you peeled your eyes away from the cozy fireplace and turned to face Draco, who was mid-yawn.

“I’m off to bed then,” he stood up abruptly and smiled down at you, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” you smiled back, watching his retreating form take off towards the boys dormitory, only to disappear seconds later with a silent shutting of the door.

You sulked back into the couch, noticing for the first time that you were indeed alone in the common room. The clock on the wall pointed at 12:13am — you had no idea it was this late. Where had the time gone?

A part of you was overwhelmed with sudden loneliness, tiredness, and fatigue, while the other part of you felt incredibly awake and aware of how currently small you felt in the entire world around you.

It didn’t make much sense, but your mind was prone to drifting away while you were tired. You’d think about how your parents hadn’t contacted you since you were told you got accepted to Hogwarts — you were a muggleborn — and they felt as if your ‘abnormality’ was too big to overcome. You’d think about how you had no idea why the magical world had picked you. You’d think about what you even wanted to do in the future.

You had spoken to Snape last year about working in Magical Law Enforcement, but you weren’t so sure anymore. Things had changed now that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had returned, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to face it.

There were so, so many things that you kept bottled up, not watching to spill your deepest darkest emotions to your friends and scare them away. So, you put up the constant facade of a girl who wore a smile and held her head high.

After all, that’s the only side of you people saw anyways.

— —

The corridors are night were almost more magical than they were during the day. The lanterns lit up the walls and cast looming shadows over the intricate stone. The stars were clear from the mountainside and the moon’s light shone down upon the castle like that was its entire purpose.

You thought it was gorgeous.

Which is often why you found yourself wandering the halls in the hours before curfew, finding deserted halls and empty chambers to explore and discover. Luckily, due to the colder weather out, other students would rush back to the warmth of their dorms after dinner time, so you got to lurk around in privacy.

You found an open hallway overlooking the lake and decided to climb through the opening and sit on the ledge, admiring the way the moon’s light shone down on the ripples to look like dancing stars. And the way that the actual stars reflected off as well, as if the night sky had been placed into the lake.

The cool breeze passed through your hair, goosebumps rising in its wake. You could feel the way you entire body was ready to collapse, ready to fall over and stay there, but you held yourself up enough to reach into your thick jacket and pull out a flask.

Yes, you were underaged. No, you hadn’t stolen this.

Well, not technically.

You had stayed with your aunt and uncle over the last summer holidays and they had given you a flask for your birthday gift. A strange gift, if you had to admit, but it came in much handier than you expected.

So, you got rebellious. One day when they were out, you had filled the flask with an old bottle of Whiskey which hadn’t been touched in ages. And now, you carried the full flask around in case you found yourself at a low point.

Like now.

The day had been great up until now. Classes passed by smoothly, Draco and Pansy had kept their bickering to a minimum, and you had even been spoken to by Snape — your head of House — about being promoted to Prefect next term. You were more excited about it than you wanted to let on. Being Prefect meant you’d get to spend more time with Draco, who was of course, already one.

But as supper time came around, it was as if all of your good feelings were too good to be true. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly where your mood started to plummet, but after your cat — Mister Flufferson — got sick, and your period came on strong as well as a migraine headache and an overwhelming feeling of longing to have a break, you found yourself wanting to be alone for a good amount of time.

So that’s how you ended up sitting over the lake, silent tears pouring down your eyes and the flask gripped tightly in your right hand, lifting every so often just enough for you to take another sip.

The fiery liquid burned your throat, leaving it feeling like it was being scorched, but you kept on. The pain felt number by the second, and the fluttery feeling in your belly kept growing.

The tears didn’t stop, but you weren’t sobbing. You weren’t curled up on the floor with your head in your knees. You were just crying. Crying because you didn’t know how to deal with the feeling of being sad. Crying because you felt helpless, like there was nothing you could do to even help yourself. Crying because although you gave your time and energy to comfort your friends, none of them ever checked up on you because you just seemed happy.

So you kept drinking sip by sip until the dancing lights on the lake were more amusing than they had ever been.

“I don’t know, usually she’s out but something about her seemed different tonight,” a voice echoed down the corridor, making you close the flask quickly and widen your eyes.

Shit.

If it was a teacher, you’d be in deep trouble.

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you,” a second voice spoke, “She’s always fine so she’s probably still fine.”

“Can you shut up, Parkinson?” the first voice snapped back. Your mind, although fuzzy, could make out the voices of Pansy and Draco, their heavy footsteps moving closer to you by the second.

You hopped over the ledge, hiding behind the stone wall and placing the flask back in your coat pocket. The sudden jump made your body suddenly nauseous, and you had to place your hand over your mouth to keep your dinner in.

“Did you hear that?” Draco’s voice seemed much closer.

“No. I’m going back to the common room, I’m freezing,” Pansy’s teeth were clattering, “when she comes back safe and sound I’ll be able to say I told you so.”

And with that, her footsteps retreated down the hall around around the corner.

You knew Draco was still standing there, so you continued trying to be quiet. But, to your extreme misfortune, you let out an incredibly loud hiccough.

“Is someone there?” Draco’s voice was louder, he was no longer trying to be quiet.

“No,” you replied back just as loud, smacking your forehead as you realized you gave yourself away.

His head immediately peered over the ledge, seeing you crouched down in the grass.

“Y/N! I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he spoke sternly, his face trying to be strict but his eyes showing clear signs of concern, “Why are you hiding down here in the grass?” He stuck out his hand for you to grab, which you did.

“No reason,” you let him pull you up, but you stumbled as you made your way over the ledge, his hands steadying you by grabbing your waist.

“Wait — were you crying?” his eyes noticed yours, the red puffiness giving you away.

“Of course not,” you sniffed, pulling away from him and using the wall to steady yourself. You had either stood up way too fast or the whiskey was getting to your head, but dizziness was very much present.

“Yes you were, don’t lie to me,” he walked closer to you, “Are you drunk?”

His tone made you wince, “No. I just had some whimsey.”

He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow, “Whimsey? You mean whiskey? Merlin, Y/N, what were you thinking?”

You stood up taller, squaring your shoulders so you didn’t look so weak and pathetic.

“I wasn’t thinking, Draco,” you replied softly, “Just let me be.”

Of course, you didn’t want him to leave you alone. If anything you wanted his company more than anything, but you hated the fact that now he’d seen you at your lowest.

“I’m not leaving you,” he placed a hand on your shoulder. You weren’t sure what caused it, but next thing you know, you let out a sob and leaned against his shoulder, your body shaking and your tears soaking his robes.

“Woah, what’s wrong?” he placed his arms around you, pulling you even closer to him so that he could be your support. He was the last person you wanted to show signs of weakness too, but at the same time, the only person you’d want comforting you.

“I’m just... I don’t know. Sad,” you tried speaking through your sobs, your words muffled against his clothing.

“Hey, talk to me, I’m here,” he coaxed soothingly, hands slowly rubbing circles on your back. You continued to cry, but brought your face away from his shoulder to look at him, nodding slightly.

So you told him everything. Maybe it was the whiskey still in your system that made you braver, but you told him about every dark, hollow feeling that was lurking in your chest. Every worry that you had, every insecurity. Every problem. Everything.

And he sat there and listened to every single word.

After you finished rambling — what felt like two hours later — he pulled you into the tightest hug you had ever felt.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled against your hair, “I had no idea you felt that way. I’m the worst friend. I didn’t even notice you were at your low. I’m so sorry, I was selfish.” He rubbed your back once more, “I’m sorry you felt alone but you’re not. I’m here. I’m always here for you. To listen, to vent, to help, to give advice, to reassure. Whatever you need, I’m here.”

“Thanks, Draco,” you muttered, letting out a deep sigh now that a massive weight felt lifted off your shoulders. Your tears had slowed down, but Draco didn’t pull away from the embrace.

“Always here,” he repeated, “Always here.”

Eventually, you pulled away to be able to breathe. His hug was practically bone crushing. Comforting, but your ribs were hurting.

Your confession sobered you up, and you gazed into his eyes to thank him for everything.

“You’re really beautiful, you know?” he asked softly, his hand making its way up and resting against your cheek, “It’s a bad time, I know but you really are.”

All the coldness left your body and was replaced by warmth. Your cheeks turned pink and you felt your insides bubble in joy.

“T-Thanks,” you grinned, trying to hide the creeping redness on your face, “You’re pretty cute too.”

“I know,” he smirked, shrugging. You giggled, whacking his arm softly, “I’m just joking. I appreciate it, Y/N.”

He leaned closer to you once more and pressed a delicate kiss on your forehead. Most people had never known Draco Malfoy to be soft or delicate in any way, but that was the only side of him you really knew. To you, he was a totally different person than everyone else believed.

“Also a bad time, I don’t want to take advantage of you or anything, but do you — uh — wanna go to Hogsmeade with me? Next weekend?” he asked hopefully, his hand pulling away from you.

You couldn’t fight the smile that rose to your mouth. For months you had imagined what it would be like to go on a date with him, and here he was. Finally asking you.

“Of course,” you grinned like an idiot, biting your lip to stop yourself looking crazy.

“Good,” he nodded his head, a smile on his face as well, “Good, good.”

“Should we head back to the common room?” you asked, lacing your fingers with his. He nodded, still smiling at you, and the two of you started walking slowly back down to the dungeons. The cold air no longer really a problem as his hand was still linked with yours, the happy warmth replacing every bad feeling you had felt that night. You felt as if now that Draco was on your side, everything would end up being so much better, so much easier to deal with.

As the two of you walked into the common room, both still smiling with your hands locked, a squeal startled you both.

Pansy, unaware of the situation you had both just been through, looked down at your intertwined hands with a massive grin.

“Finally!”

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His Hufflepuff Secret ~ Seven

<-Previous Chapter

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Y/N walks into the Great Hall and sits down next to Hannah, who is sitting across from Darren. They're both talking with Cedric Diggory and a brunette girl named Laurie.

"How are you so sure you're going to win Cedric?" Darren asks the older wizard.

"I've got faith in myself, D," Cedric answers, throwing a small piece of broccoli at his friend," And besides, that Potter ain't half bad, so either one of us can easily take the win for Hogwarts."

"I, for one, don't doubt that Cedric," Y/N chimes in, taking a few fries from Darren's plate. She's  quick to avoid his hand swatting hers away.

"Thanks Fawley," the dark-haired boy smiles at her.

They continue to chat about the tournament. The boys even mention Fleur Delacour and the other Beauxbaton ladies and how 'pretty' and 'hot' they are compared to the girls at Hogwarts. This results in Hannah leaning over from across the table to smack Darren with her Care of Magical Creatures textbook.

"Ow! What'd you do that for?" Darren whines, rubbing at the top of his head.

"Beauxbaton girls are prettier than the girls here at Hogwarts huh?" Hannah scowls at the boy.

His face falls, "I-I was only joking, Hannah."

"Sure you were," she gets up from her seat, "Come on, Fawley. Let's go someplace where no gits are around to open their stupid mouths."

Y/N takes Darren's whole plate of fries and follows Hannah out the hall. They hear him trying to apologize to Hannah, but they're already halfway out the door.

~~~~•~~~~

The girls sit on one of the window sills near their next class as they munch on the stolen fried potatoes.

"So, since you're doing better after that incident with Pansy," Hannah speaks, "Maybe now we can talk about what happened at the Yule Ball?"

"Why? What happened at the Yule Ball?" Y/N knows what her friend is talking about, she just  doesn't want to talk about it.

"Don't play dumb with me, Fawley," the blonde points a fry at her, "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Hell, the whole bloody school knows what I'm talking about!"

Y/N bangs her head against the concrete behind her, which was a stupid idea considering her still fairly new head injury. What the fuck is your beef with your own head? "So you saw it then?" she mumbles quietly.

"Well, when you kiss Draco Malfoy in the middle of the bloody dance floor," Hannah says sarcastically, "Anyone, or rather, everyone present in the room will obviously see it. In this case, half our school and Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, happened to be present in the room," she grins at her.

"Okay but that's not true," she tries to defend, "Technically, he kissed me. Not the other way around."

Hannah laughs, "Doesn't matter who kissed who first. What matters is that students and staff saw it, and now you two are the biggest gossip around here. On top of that-"

"There's more?" Y/N groans.

"Yes," Hannah nods, "Pansy Parkinson has been bad mouthing you any chance she gets."

Seriously? When is she ever going to stop with this attitude of hers?

"Speaking of, how's your head feeling?"

"Physically, the cut on my head is healing; but with all that's been going on, my brain cells are about to run away to South Korea just to escape my thoughts."

Hannah gives her a sympathetic smile, "What are your thoughts, anyway?"

"About what exactly?" Y/N prompts.

"Malfoy."

She groans, "Ugh where do I even start?"

"Oh, I don't know..." Hannah says sarcastically, "Maybe from the beginning?"

So Y/N does exactly that. She explains to Hannah that she and Malfoy have been friends since second year and how they both agreed to keep it a secret, "...but that's the thing! We promised each other to be friends only behind closed doors and then he goes and takes me to the ball and kisses me."

"It sounds to me that he's got it bad for you," Hannah smirks.

"I highly doubt he's 'got it bad' for me, Hannah," she uses air quotes to emphasize her point.

"Let's look at the facts then, shall we?" she leans forward with her elbows on her textbook and her hands interlaced, "You said that you've been friends in secret for years. In said years, you two flirted back and forth with each other and he's always touchy feely with you. He's probably been in love with you from the beginning! Maybe, he finally got the courage to show his feelings for you and thought that the Yule Ball was the perfect opportunity to do it."

Y/N scoffs nervously, "You could join the Major Investigation Department of the Magical Congress of the United States of America with that investigative thinking of yours," she babbles, trying to deflect what her friend is implying.

"That is not my point and you know it," Hannah says sternly, "With all that denying of yours, I'd say you've got it just as bad as Malfoy does."

"You ladies talking about me?" a familiar voice says.

"Absolutely not," Hannah quickly replies.

Y/N turns her head and sees Draco Malfoy towering over them with a smirk on his face.

"You sure about that, Abbott? Cuz I definitely heard my name," he utters cockily.

"Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to eavesdrop?" Hannah retorts. Y/N is choosing to stay silent, both in embarrassment and not wanting to talk after what her friend just told her.

"I think if it's me you're gossiping about, I have the right to eavesdrop."

"Whatever, Malfoy," she rolls her eyes then pulls her friend up by the arm, "Let's go Y/N, we'll be late for class."

"Hey! I'm in this class too, Abbott," Draco follows the girls.

"And I care because...?" Hannah prompts as she walks faster.

He slows his pace and semi-yells, "Because that's my girlfriend you're dragging all the way there."

The girls stop dead in their tracks. Some students bump into them and some curse them for blocking the way. Hannah slowly turns around to face the Slytherin, "What did you just say?"

"Oh fuck," Y/N mutters under her breath before turning around as well.

"You heard me, Abbott," the boy says, his eyes flickering to Y/N's. A smug smirk permanently plastered on his face, "Ain't that right, sweetheart?"

She nervously meets Hannah's wide-eyed expression, "Yeah, uhh... small detail I forgot to mention?"

"Small detail?!" the other girl exclaims, "Y/N this is huge!"

"Hannah, please," Y/N rolls her eyes, "It's really not a big deal."

"Not a big deal my arse," Hannah grins, "I knew you've both got it bad. Turns out it's officially happening already."

"Can we just get to class?" Y/N groans.

"Fine."

The trio walk into Potions. The girls sit at their usual table with two other Hufflepuffs. On the other side of the room, Draco sits with Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise.

Snape is leaning on his desk, arms folded and face stoic as ever. If he dislikes his job so much, why not just quit? Y/N thinks.

The professor clears his throat, "Today, I will be teaching you about what can be considered the most powerful and most dangerous potion in the world; amortentia. Can anyone tell me what it is?" He scans the room full of bored students, "Mr. Nott."

"Amortentia is a love potion, professor. It can cause extreme infatuation or obsession from whoever drinks it," Theo answers confidently.

"And what is peculiar about it's scent?" Snape looks to the other side of the room, "Miss Fawley?"

Y/N looks up from her notes, "The scent is different for each person. Amortentia will smell like whatever the person is most attracted to."

"Would you like to tell us what you smell?" the professor says, gesturing to the cauldron at the front of the class.

"Sure, I guess," Y/N nods hesitantly. She gets up from her table and walks up to the front. Using her hand, she waves it over the cauldron and breathes in. "I smell apples, mint and... cologne?" A familiar snicker can be heard from one of the tables. Immediately, Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Interesting," Professor Snape hums, although his tone far from interested, "Please take your seat, Miss Fawley. Now, all of you are to brew this potion. I expect perfection and nothing less. Remember, amortentia is quite a dangerous potion, so don't ingest it. No fooling around. Anyone who fails to act properly will receive a month's detention."

The students nod, and a few 'yes, professor's' are muttered.

"You may begin."

Y/N grabs a cauldron while Hannah gathers the ingredients. They place the items back on their table and start going through the instructions.

"So," Hannah nudges Y/N's shoulder, "Apples and cologne, huh?" she smirks at her.

"Oh shut it, Abbott."

The blonde simply giggles, "Come on. Loosen up will you? At least you smelled your actual boyfriend, and not some other guy. That would've been completely awkward and embarrassing if what you described was antique rooms, firewood and Quidditch broomsticks, like Harry Potter's scent."

"Hannah, why in the world would I smell Harry Potter?" Y/N asks, extremely confused.

"Have you forgotten the beginning of second year?" Hannah raises an eyebrow at her, "I swear every single night you wouldn't shut up about him in our dorm."

Y/N takes a second to ponder, "Oh, right! I mean, Harry did look really cute that year," the girls both laugh but cut off by a tall man in a black cape.

"Is this laughter a product of working, ladies?" Snape's deep monotone voice rings in their ears. When the girls don't answer, he continues, "That's what I thought. Get back to the task. Next time, I will be deducting points."

"Sorry, Professor," Y/N mumbles. Snape glares at the two one last time before moving on to another table to pick on other students.

"Alright then. Let's finish this potion, shall we?" Hannah goes to add some rose thorns into the cauldron.

They finish the rest of the steps in silence and pretty soon, the smell of apples, mint and cologne surrounds Y/N's senses. "What do you smell, Hannah?"

"I smell... old books, red cedar and fudge. Ugh, of course even when I'm annoyed at him, he's still the one that I smell," Hannah rolls her eyes.

"Darren?" Y/N chuckles.

"You called?" Darren appears from behind them.

"Go back to smelling your 'hot' Beauxbaton girls, moron," Hannah repulses.

"Hey!I already said I was joking," he replies with an apologetic look.

Y/N watches the two, trying her best not to laugh at her friends. She turns away from them and spots Draco punching Zabini's arm and laughing. It seems as though Zabini pretended to guzzle down the potion and acted all lovey-dovey towards Goyle. Draco's gaze meets hers and he gives her a knowing wink. She smiles at him then sees Snape appear beside the Slytherin boys. Y/N turns back to her friends, knowing Zabini is definitely receiving that month's detention.

"That boy just knows exactly how to get to a girl's heart," Hannah says sarcastically. Darren has retreated back to his table and is purposefully avoiding the blonde girl's death glare.

"What even happened?" Y/N asks.

"He's just been a real git these last couple of days," Hannah sighs, "Saying all the wrong things all the time. I don't know if he's not interested in me anymore or he's just stupid, or both," she props an elbow up on the table and rests her chin on her hand.

"I say he's just stupid," she smiles and puts a hand on Hannah's shoulder, "I'm sure Darren will come to his senses."

"Thanks," Hannah smiles back.

"It appears all of you have finished," Snape announces, "But because you all took your precious time brewing the potion, class is now ending," he gives pointed looks at each table, "Take an empty bottle and label them with your names. You will pour the potion into the bottle and place it on my desk. I will assess and grade them after class. You're all dismissed."

The students do as they're told and place their amortentia potions on Snape's desk. Y/N and Hannah walk towards the exit then they hear a voice call out, "Fawley, wait up!"

They turn and see Draco and his friends catching up with them.

"What?" Y/N asks, already bored of the conversation she knows the topic of.

Draco stops right in front of her with a grin on his face, "Just wanted to know what you smelt from the amortentia."

She rolls her eyes, "You already know what it was."

"Maybe I just want to hear it again," he smirks.

Y/N scoffs, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, "You wanna hear how I smelt firewood and Harry's shampoo?" she smirks back at him.

"Ooh burn," Goyle says from behind Draco.

"Shut up, Goyle," Draco elbows him in the stomach. Goyle mumbles a sorry before Draco turns back to Y/N, "That wasn't funny."

"Really?" she bats her eyelids up at him innocently, "I think it was quite hilarious."

Draco grabs her wrist and pulls her closer to him. He leans down to her ear and whispers, "I think you should watch it, sweetheart."

Despite the heat rising in Y/N's cheeks from their closeness and the fact that their friends are seeing their obvious tension, she replies, "No, I don't think I will," she moves out of his grasp, but not before placing a kiss on his cheek. She winks at him then walks away, Hannah following close behind.

Draco just stands there, dumbfounded. Just when I think I have the upper hand... he smiles to himself.

"Merlin's beard, Malfoy. She's got you wrapped around her little finger, doesn't she?" Zabini jokes.

He just glares at Zabini, but inside he's thinking: Yes. She really does.

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2020 HP Cross Gen Fest Masterlist & Reveals

And now the moment we've all been waiting for…​ reveals!

Thank you so very much to everyone who has made this fest such an amazing success! Everyone who submitted stories and art, and those who read, reviewed and recced: You guys are the best! And an extra big thank you to those of you who made that extra effort to comment on all the wonderful creations. <3 <3 <3

It's been so much fun getting to post everybody's works and seeing so much wonderful support for HP cross gen; I hope you all enjoyed the fest as much as we did! 

Without further ado, here's a list of all the wonderful participants who worked so hard to create such glorious things for this year's fest!

ART

MyWitch drew absolution [Aberforth/Severus | Mature] Snape is released after a couple of years in Azkaban; the terms of his parole include apologizing in person to Albus Dumbledore’s brother. His stoicism falls apart in the face of Aberforth’s forgiveness.

@paulamcg​ drew A Portrait with Someone New [Luna/Remus | Teen] Luna and Remus happily expecting (in 2004).

@gee-nx​ drew Extra Credit [Hermione/Teddy | Explicit] Teddy has trouble concentrating in Prof. Granger-Weasley's class. However will he manage to make up the extra credit?

@defenestrationisthekey​ drew A day in the sun [Harry/Severus | General] Severus has been turned into a merman without his consent. Harry still accepts them and helps them reconcile the change, see its benefits, and get some of their own back.

@paulamcg​ drew One Bright Day [Amelia/Tonks | General] Amelia and Tonks meeting under an umbrella and a rainbow.

@motherofmercury​ drew What Lily Knew [Draco/Lily Luna | General] Draco and Lily attend the same adult art class, but it isn't until he sees her finished piece that he understands what Lily knew all along.

FIC

@ac1d6urn​ wrote Talk to Me [Harry/Severus | Explicit] Sentenced to serve his time in Azkaban after the Battle of Hogwarts, Snape is startled out of his depression by the inevitable fights during Potter's frequent visits. What will he say to the man when he is free to walk out into the Wizarding World and speak his mind?

@malenkayacherepakha​ wrote Everything he's ever wanted [Harry/Teddy | Explicit] Teddy had hoped that a few years in Australia would be enough to cure him of his feelings for Harry, but when he returns home and gets some unexpected news, he can't stop the feelings rushing back. The only difference is, this time he might actually have a chance.

ThePeanutButterKid wrote The Apprenticeship [Draco/Lily Luna | Explicit] Prompt: Draco always gets what he wants. Even if he has to take it by force.

@gracerene09​ wrote Battleline [Draco/James Sirius | Explicit] The wizarding world believes James Sirius Potter works for his uncle as a Curse-Breaker, but the truth is that he's one of the Auror Department's most effective undercover agents. After months of waiting he's finally got a new case, but this assignment involves him going in as himself, without the disguises he's come to rely on. More importantly, he's meant to be taking down the one person long-suspected of being the most influential wizard in Britain's criminal underworld: Draco Malfoy.

@theslytherinheart​ wrote Truth from Dare [Harry/Scorpius | Teen] During a late night game of Truth or Dare after a fun Saturday out with Albus, Rose, and their friends, Scorpius finds himself being kissed by Harry Potter as a dare. But it's just a game, right?

Evandar wrote we who walk in shadows black [Harry/Lord Voldemort | Mature] In which Harry Potter is a vicious little gremlin who knows too much, and Lord Voldemort adores him for it.

Lilian wrote Advanced Lunacy [Harry/Severus | Mature] Luna accidentally discovers something, and now the whole Wizarding World is abuzz about it. Meanwhile, Snape keeps appearing in Harry's dreams frequently.

@siriuslythatbitch wrote There's No Such Thing as Getting Out of Hand [Narcissa/Pansy | Explicit] When Narcissa Malfoy finds herself confronted with a tempting treat all grown up, will she quash her appetite or sink her teeth in?

@lordofthegoods wrote The Most Expensive Date [Harry/Scorpius | Explicit] Harry just wanted a quiet evening at home, instead he is being auctioned off at a charity event like a piece of meat. Prepared to have a terrible night, Harry is incredibly relieved when the highest bidder turns out to be none other than Scorpius Malfoy—a nice boy who couldn’t possibly have an ulterior motive... right?

@likelightinglass wrote the gentleness that comes [Harry/Severus | Explicit] There's something bothering Severus, and Harry wants to help. It's easier for Severus to let go when he's exploring his submissive side, so Harry plans a weekend to show him just how loved he is, and how much Harry wants to care for him.

@ivyentwined wrote A Technicality [Hermione/Rabastan/Regulus | General] A ritual to cleanse Hermione's new house has unexpected consequences.

@sistersblack wrote a little bit of grit [Draco/Severus | Mature] Draco is a contract potioneer who specialises in medical research. Severus is... not dead, for one.

@freddie-fox-baxter wrote Vacanze Romane [Harry/Scorpius | Explicit] When he let Scorpius help plan his vacation, Harry had no idea just how involved he would be.

torino10154 wrote Her Pleasure [Draco/Lily Luna & Harry/Narcissa | Explicit] He likes to please his woman.

ivermectin wrote no wrong answers [Harry/Remus/Sirius | Explicit] It's almost five years since the war ended, and after an intense bout of aimless wandering and travel, Harry's come back home and is living at Grimmauld Place with Remus and Sirius. Their relationship fills him up with warmth - they deserve to be happy, and it's obvious that he wants what they have. But maybe, just maybe, Harry wants more than a relationship like the one Remus and Sirius have. Maybe he wants that relationship. Maybe he wants them.

@sportivetricks​ wrote Gouge Away [Millicent/Victoire | Teen] The Weasley girl has developed a keen fascination with Millicent's woodworking shop. Millicent can't seem to get rid of her, no matter how hard she tries.

@articcat621 wrote Late One Night [Hermione/Kingsley | Explicit] Late one night, Hermione finally makes her move. 

slowroad wrote Hyperion [Harry/Scorpius | General] Scorpius is a Veela and Harry is his mate.

Evandar wrote Summer Rain [Harry/Regulus | Explicit] A rainy day gives Harry the perfect opportunity to seduce Regulus.

pauraque wrote Summer Heat [Lily Luna/Luna | Explicit] A unexpected visit from Lily's godmother makes a boring summer weekend suddenly a lot less boring.

@liladiurne wrote On the Deficiencies of Translation Spells [Harry/Severus | Explicit] Divorced, single, and free, Harry lives a completely unapologetic life in Paris. Between casual hook-ups and an easy, comfortable job, he likes to think he is as close to happiness as he'll ever be. And when he gets offered a teaching job at the prestigious Académie Beauxbâtons, he thinks he may have found exactly what was missing. But Harry is thoroughly unprepared for what he finds there - a familiar face that's been haunting his dreams for six years.

@goldenzingy46 wrote Save Me From Her Stone-Cold Gaze [Harry/Tom Riddle | General] Tom Riddle has spent years looking for the Chamber of Secrets, and he's glad he can finally purge the school of Mudbloods. At least, that was the plan. It turns out the basilisk wasn't happy to be controlled, and Tom is forced to make a deal with the Master of Death (and maybe fall in love with him).

@epsilonargus wrote break on me like light [Charlie/Sirius | Mature] When the Order brings Sirius Black to Charlie, the man is still covered in the grime of Azkaban. A story wherein Sirius is still a little broken, calls Charlie kid, and Charlie is far too sweet.

@lordofthegoods wrote Fire for You [Harry/Scorpius | Explicit] Nothing can make them keep their hands off each other.

@evenmyzefronposter wrote Waving Through A Window, Suddenly [Harry/Severus | Explicit] Severus Snape was alive and free and perfectly satisfied with his life. He stayed away from other people and he did what he wanted. And if he felt like he was looking through a window at everyone else, that was alright, because he didn't need them anyway. Until Harry Potter moved in across the street, that is. Suddenly, just looking through the window wasn't enough for Severus anymore.

azyxy wrote Trying not to think [Hermione/Teddy | Explicit] She couldn't even remember the last time her and Ron had left the lights on during sex, let alone the last time he’d complimented her, so watching Teddy struggle to keep his hands to his side while she stepped out of her dress was quite the ego boost.

mindabbles wrote Puddlemere’s New Man [Oliver/Teddy | Explicit] Teddy is willing to put in the work. He’s willing to practice twice as hard as anyone else, except that no one can out-work Oliver — a fact that Teddy finds he doesn’t mind in the least.

@clemandben wrote Maybe I'm Amazed [Albus Severus/Draco | Explicit] Albus Potter never set out to fall in love with Draco Malfoy. A small story telling how Albus and Draco came to be married. On their wedding night they dance, talk and make love.

@dwell-on-dreams wrote Learning to Fly [Harry/Severus | Mature] Post-war, Severus is found not guilty, but due to the stigma in the Wizarding world, he decides to live life as a Muggle, leaving everything (but his wand) behind. Harry is overwhelmed, barely having any time to grieve, he keeps being recognised in the street and strangers ask too much of him. He finds solace in the Muggle world, finally exploring who he is without the threat of death, he finds himself in a Muggle kink club watching Severus Snape tying up a young man, and he wants.

@theslytherinheart wrote Best Man [Harry/Scorpius | Mature] In the years since his divorce from Ginny, Harry Potter hasn't cared much for dating, let alone had feelings for anyone strong enough to pursue. Now that his son's wedding is on the horizon, the Best Man, Scorpius Malfoy, has been spending extra time getting input from the Father of the Groom. And Harry finds he doesn't mind Scorpius' constant company one bit.

hannelore wrote The Ache For Love Was Palpable [Lily/Minerva | Mature] Lily once had a crush no one ever knew about. She thought it was just a schoolgirl pash on a favorite professor, but working for the Order throws her and McGonagall constantly together. Even though she's a married woman now, Lily's feelings for Minerva come back in a rush, even stronger than before. "I didn't know then what I wanted, but the ache for it was palpable." - Sue Monk Kidd, The Mermaid Chair

@emansil wrote Fields of Strawberries [Harry/Remus | Explicit] As much as Remus has done for Harry over the years, this is the least he could do. Little did Harry know what he would discover about himself when he volunteered to marry Remus so he could keep custody of his infant son Teddy.

@avioleta wrote Writing Harry [Harry/Severus | Explicit] After the war, Harry Potter begins writing letters to Severus.

#scarry #snarry #tomarry #harrymort #drames #dralbus #hp crossgenfest #hp cross gen #cross gen #hpcrossgenfest #harry potter cross gen #mod post #2020 fest #reveals #masterlist

[tasteofshapes]

“Oh Merlin, who let the Gryffindors in,” Draco says, appalled, when he catches sight of a familiar mop of black hair. Harry turns around just in time to meet Draco’s glare, a cup of Butterbeer in his hand, and gives Draco a fearsome scowl in return. “Sound the alarm, man the doors, we have intruders!”

“Daphne’s dating one of them,” Blaise says, as if that explains everything. He catches Draco’s elbow and steers him carefully away from the Gryffindors, who, as usual, have congregated around the food like a horde of hungry wild animals.

“Greengrass? I always knew she was a weak link! It isn’t Weasley is it?” Draco yanks his arm out of Blaise’s grip and whirls around, scanning the room for the Slytherin traitor, and finds Daphne holding hands and beaming at Parvati Patil, who is stunning in a red and gold outfit.

“Marginally acceptable,” Draco allows, “but just because she’s got a love life doesn’t mean that we all have to partake in this scandal!”

“Draco, this is not your party,” Blaise reminds him, rolling his eyes. “You know the rules. We can’t just kick them out. Besides, there’s so many people in here, you’ll never notice an extra addition. Or five.”

“Remind me again why we let the Hufflepuffs host this year’s Christmas party,” Draco says, which is when Pansy pops up next to them and says, “did you see the riffraff that just walked in. Honestly, these Hufflepuffs. The one year we let another house host, and this is what we get. Can’t trust them to do anything right.”

“Don’t get Draco started, but this is all Daphne’s doing,” Blaise tells her, and as one, the three of them turn to look at where Daphne’s got her arm around Parvati now, their heads bowed close together as they talk. Parvati laughs at something, and Daphne slides her hand to tenderly cup Parvati’s cheek.

“Oh I see.” Pansy shudders, her mouth twisting into a grimace. “In love with a Gryffindor. What a disgrace.”

“I’m too sober for this,” Draco says, and leaves Blaise and Pansy behind to their gossiping.

There’s a table tucked away in the corner of the Hufflepuff common room where they’ve stashed the alcohol, and Draco comforts himself from the horror of the Gryffindors invading the Christmas party by musing over the selection. For all their faults, at least the Hufflepuffs aren’t stingy, and there’s a nice variety of alcohol lined up in colourful glass bottles.

Draco’s contemplating if he can bring himself to try a Very Berry Whiskey when a familiar voice says from behind him, “I wouldn’t, unless you enjoy tooth-achingly sweet things.”

Draco turns, both surprised and unsurprised to see Harry standing there, firelight glinting off his glasses. “Potter,” he says icily. “What do you want? Isn’t it enough that you and your fellow louts have already crashed this party? Have you also come to witness my downward spiral into alcoholism?”

“I was invited,” Harry says indignantly, “and I was told that there was an amnesty declared for the party today. Came to see if it was true.”

Draco snorts. “It’s not an amnesty, you idiot, it’s neutral ground.”

“What’s the difference?”

“As long as you’re on the grounds, I won’t poison your Butterbeer, but it doesn’t mean I won’t be rude to you.” He doesn’t add that rudeness is technically frowned upon, since the whole idea of neutral ground is to try and foster common understanding, not start a verbal riot.

“So, you’ll be your usual self then,” Harry says, looking down at his cup of Butterbeer suspiciously. He tilts it this way and then, watching the liquid slosh inside the cup, then abruptly sets it down on the table and takes a careful step away from it.

Draco snorts again. “I said I won’t poison your Butterbeer. You’re quite safe, Potter.” After a moment’s deliberation, he selects Bilshen’s Firewhiskey - aged for thirty-nine years, with a strong smoky flavour, and an aftertaste of figs and peat and smoke - and pours it into a new cup and hands it to Harry.

Harry glances into the cup, then looks up at Draco, his mouth twisted into a small smile. “Are you asking me to trust the word of a Slytherin?” He takes a swig nonetheless, deliberately holding Draco’s gaze over the rim of the cup the whole time, and suddenly the room feels hot and crowded.

Draco swallows, but holds Harry’s gaze, and is proud when his voice comes out steady. “No, you’re quite right, never trust the word of a Slytherin. But we respect the rules of neutral ground. I’m not going to spit on fifty years of tradition just to get back at you on one day when I have the rest of the entire year to do it.”

Harry blinks at him in faint surprise. “Hang on. There’s been an annual inter-house party for the last fifty years? Why is this the first time we’re here for this then?” He frowns, thinking, and Draco can see when the moment of clarity hits and his face clears.

“Oh is it your first time,” Draco says blandly, “whoops, did we forget to send the Gryffindors the invites?”

Harry snorts, draining his cup. “Apparently so. Every year, for the last several years.” He eyes Draco balefully for a moment, then reaches for the Firewhisky again and adds, “and I’m pretty sure I know who the culprit is.”

“What a horribly suspicious mind you have,” Draco murmurs, deliberately not meeting Harry’s eye. “Tell me, do you always harbour such uncharitable thoughts at Christmas time?”

Harry’s startled laugh stirs something unexpected in the pit of Draco’s stomach, and his cheeks grow warm. Draco looks past Harry to survey the crowd, because Harry’s looking at him with something almost akin to amusement instead of scorn, and he doesn’t quite know what to do with that.

In the short time that they’ve been talking, the room has filled up, and over the general noise of chatter, the soft strains of Christmas music fill the air. Across the room, Blaise catches Draco’s eye, one eyebrow arched in a query that could be interpreted as either need help? or are you close to committing murder?, and Draco gives him a slight shake of the head. Blaise shrugs indifferently, and turns away.

Draco glances at Harry, and catches Harry smiling back at Hermione across the room. She’s giving Harry the same quizzical look, head slightly tilted, and he smiles at her, warm and fond, and shakes his head and turns back to Draco.

It doesn’t escape his attention that this is the most civil that he and Harry have ever been with each other, and he’s vaguely surprised to find that he’s actually having a decent time. Distantly, he wonders what it would have been like if they had started out friends instead of enemies in different houses.

Secretly, he thinks that Harry might be wondering the same thing too. Harry keeps looking at Draco as if he’s never quite seen Draco before: surprised and amused and slightly wary all rolled into one. But they continue talking: about Quidditch; about Draco’s conspiracy theory that Professor Trelawney’s secretly a functioning alcoholic; about whether Professor Binns realises that he’s dead or whether he still tries to use the loo, and if so, how that would go - “I don’t want to think about that,” Harry says, making a face, “honestly Draco, please stop putting these ideas into my head” - and the alcohol keeps flowing, and they don’t kill each other, and when Draco looks up after countless cups of whiskey later, the room has considerably thinned, and he realises that they’re both smashed off their faces.

“Right then,” Draco says, and he’s horrified to discover that he’s wobbly on his feet.

Harry automatically reaches out and grabs his arm to steady him, and right, so they’re at that part of the evening. “You’re plastered.”

“Absolutely not! Unhand me this instance: Malfoys do not get plastered,” Draco says haughtily. Or at least he tries to, but he slurs his words and ruins the effect, and he ends up leaning into Harry all the same. Someone has clearly poisoned him because the room has started tilting. “‘I’ve been poisoned,” he says, surprised, and then shrugs philosophically and almost falls down. “Bound to happen sooner or later.”

“You’re plastered,” Harry repeats, except that he doesn’t sound quite so sure of himself as he wraps an arm around Draco’s waist to steady him and peers into Draco’s face. Their faces are so close that Draco can smell Harry’s alcohol-tinged breath on his cheek as Harry stares into his eyes and tries to decide whether he’s dying or just being dramatic.

Harry’s eyes are a bright, brilliant green, and for a wild moment Draco thinks that he actually has been poisoned when his heart begins to pound and his breath quickens. Abruptly, he’s all too aware of Harry’s large, strong hand around his waist and pulling him close, and how warm Harry feels, pressed up against him.

“You’re fine,” Harry decides after a long moment, and Draco says stupidly, “am I?” Harry blinks at him, and Draco quickly corrects himself: “I am! I’m cured! It’s a Christmas miracle!” He takes a step away, away from Harry’s warm arms and the tangled thoughts that come with them, and Harry blinks at him again, looking slightly lost with his arms now empty.

“But to be certain, you may walk me to my rooms,” Draco says, because Harry’s looking at him like he can’t understand why he’s standing there and not in his arms, and the funny feeling is back in the pit of his stomach.

“I may? How generous of you,” Harry says, teasing, and laughs. Draco would frown, because he doesn’t see what was so funny about that, except that Harry’s already pulling at his hand.

The corridors on the walk back to the dungeons is blessedly empty and quiet for once, except for the occasional creak of metal as the suits of armour shift around. Draco tells Harry how the Slytherins found Peeves trying to possess one once, and how strange it looked, with Peeves trying to make the suit dance and the suit jerkily counteracting all of Peeve’s movements and complaining all the while in its metallic, creaking voice. Harry laughs at the story, and then laughs again when Draco tries to imitate the suit dancing, all the way until they reach the dungeons.

“You’re mental,” Harry says, but smiles as he says it, and his smile is somehow warmer against the light from the sconces lining the dungeon walls.

“How dare you, I’m brilliant,” Draco says automatically. Then he remembers who he’s talking to, and says, carefully, “well, you’re not too shabby yourself, Potter. Although I think you need to work on your compliments. You’re not very good at giving them. Although I do think I am very good at receiving them.”

Harry chuckles. “Yes. Well then,” he says, knocking on the dungeon walls. “We’re here. So.”

“Yes,” Draco echoes, “so.”

“Good night Draco,” Harry says quietly, taking a step closer to Draco and looking up at him through dark lashes, the light casting shadows against his face. “And Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Potter.”

“I’ll... see you around.” Harry looks slightly uncertain as he forces the question into a statement, but Draco nods.

“You will.”

And the grin that Harry gives him then feels like a promise of a new beginning.

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HP MASTERPOST

#drarry #harry potter #drarry fanfic #draco x harry #draco malfoy #drarry fluff #merry christmas #tasteofshapes fic #draco malfoy being a smart-ass #begrudging friends #what do you want potter #is a question that is perpetually on draco's lips #ok i might extend this into something longer #otp: when green met grey

[misdemeanor1331]

2020 Wrap Up - Fic Stats

Let’s level-set, shall we? 2020 was a shitshow. I’m not going to explain why - we all have our reasons for despising this unrelenting clusterfuck of a year. 

That being said, my fic game was on fucking fire. 

Works posted: 13

Chapters posted: 51

Words posted: 104,374

Longest piece: Time and Tide (27,870)

Shortest piece: Breath (319)

At the start of this year, I wanted to expand my fanfic network and focus on my writing. Done and done. I’ve beta’d a few pieces and dipped a toe into alpha’ing. Overall, I feel successful and proud of what I’ve accomplished.

My 2020 Master List is beneath the cut, organized by date posted. AO3 links are provided, most are being (slowly) cross posted to FFN. If you’ve already read some of these, thank you. If you’ve yet to do so, I hope you enjoy. If don’t plan to, that’s totally cool, you do you. 

For everyone who follows me, thanks for hanging out. Here’s hoping 2021 is better for all of us. <3 

Fulfilled (E) - Hermione had planned to spend her evening drinking, dancing, and trying to forget all that was wrong in her life. She never considered that being drugged and abducted could lead directly to what was right with it.

The Question of When (G) - When a global pandemic emerges, Draco and Hermione are once again called upon to discover a vaccine.

Lovebirds (T) - Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger aren’t technically dating. They’re just necking in empty conference rooms and enjoying a daily breakfast meeting with no strings attached. But as their first Valentine’s Day as a semi-functional non-couple approaches, someone in their office upsets the status quo through a series of increasingly inappropriate gifts.

Shifting Perspectives (E) - Being a woman in a male-dominated profession is hard; being a woman and below average height is even harder. Fortunately, Hermione Granger has developed a strategy to counteract these unconscious biases. Unbeknownst to her, Draco Malfoy has noticed and formed his own opinions on the matter.

Breath (T) - Draco had always viewed her from afar.

Shifting Sands (G) - During a routine Ministry audit, Hermione Granger notices an inconsistency in one company's inventory list: a higher than normal number for the rare ingredient, fulgurite. Her investigation reconnects her with business owner Draco Malfoy, who is more interested in acquiring her skills than answering her questions. A summertime game of cat-and-mouse provides an entertaining distraction, but only the lightning clarity of truth can reveal what they both really need.

Friday Night Flight and Fight (G) - Harry's Friday night is interrupted by Angelina, who comes bearing some truly surprising news.

Constellations (T) - A series of Dramione drabbles written for Dramione Last Drabble Writer Standing - Round 2. The theme for Round 2 was Constellations.

Slice of Pleasure (E) - Theo introduces Blaise and Pansy to a new set of bedroom tools. They’re far from conventional, and the consequences of carelessness are severe, but everything should go fine as long as they listen. And they will listen… He thinks.

Time and Tide (M) - While ferrying a message for the Order of the Phoenix, Hermione Granger is caught by jaded Death Eater, Draco Malfoy. Unlikely and unwilling allies, the pair begin a cross-country journey where their survival depends on learning when to stand strong against the elements’ fury, and when it’s acceptable to erode.

An Extraordinary Girl (M) - Held prisoner in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor, Hermione Granger wakes one day in the center of a hedge maze. She thinks it might be an opportunity to escape, but quickly learns that the labyrinth takes more than it gives.

The Causative Agent (T) - The Department of Magical Law Enforcement has been poisoned, Hermione Granger has been spared, and Draco Malfoy is the only person who can help. Aurors don’t typically partner with Healers, but this case is far from routine, and their combined expertise is exactly what’s needed to determine the causative agent and catch the attempted killer.

Restraint (E) - In a rare role reversal, Draco agrees to be the submissive for a scene. But what Hermione has planned for him may be more than he can handle.

#personal #dramione #writing #fanfiction #goals #2020 wrap up

[ottostherapy]

Forbidden love

Pansy Parkinson x Slytherin!Reader

summary: 5.th year Slytherin dormroom conversation between Pansy, Daphne and the Reader lead to a weird role-play in the halls until the fellow Slytherins bring firewhiskey. A truth and a dare later Pansy and the Reader find themselves in an awkward position.

Word count: 3368

a/n: Okay. I have been inactive for a few years now, I know. I thought I had deleted this account to be honest, I reckon I haven’t. I am completely obsessed with the Wizarding World at the moment and I had this funny idea about writing a Pansy Parkinson fanfic/imagine (because I only found a few asking auntie google).

„Okay now. Y/N, your turn.” Pansy Parkinson was stretched on her sheets, prone with her head supported by her hands, legs dangling in the air, her feet furiously paddling forth and back. “Let’s go with Vincent Crabbe, Marcus Flint and …”, she frowned.

“Percy Weasley!” Daphne Greengrass, currently right next to me, tugged comfortably under my blankets, feet intertwined, exclaimed, chuckling.

I rolled my eyes. My best friends shot each other a glance, holding in laughter. They, of course, knew all too well I didn’t approve of their choices.

“I’ll most definitely kill Marcus, have you guys ever looked at him?” I shivered. “I might marry Percy of all of them, after all, he was headboy a few years ago and he seems to be quite … decent.” I puckered my lips.

Pansy in her own bed, like the princess she was, snorted. “You’d have to deal with a dozen of the other red-headed Weasleys then!”

“Still better than Vince to be blunt. Imagine having to follow him following Draco all day long.” I snapped the chocolate frog out of Daphne’s hand and beheaded it. She pouted.

“Oh my, my. Wouldn’t that be perfect, Y/N? Maybe you could start a steamy love affair.” Pansy grinned turning to her side. Her hand now ruffled in her dark hair, with that sly smile plastered to her lips, raised an eyebrow at me. Her black pyjama had given in to gravity, entwining around her waist.

“Isn’t he reserved for you, Pans?” I said, trying to swallow the bitter tone, that had settled on the back of my tongue.

“Would you stop talking about Draco?” Daphne shoved the last piece of chocolate into her mouth. “I perfonnally fink he if no-boyfriend material”, she licked the tips of her fingers, “and both of you know that!” Daphne had never been fond of Draco, even though we technically were friends. To some degree at least.

“I don’t even want to be more then whatever we are right now”, I crossed my arms over my torso, expecting Pansy to repeat after me, however she didn’t.

She just shrugged. “I don’t really mind. He has a cute side to him, don’t you think?”

I silently exchanged disgusted look with Daphne.

“No, Pansy. I tend to not think about him ever too often … Actually I tend to not think at all, I heard it endangers my stupidity, so I’m limiting that, maybe you should try it out as well.” It would definitely do her better than frequently thinking about the blonde boy.

“Well Y/N, I am certainly not surprised, I always knew there was something intriguing about you … I just never came around to figure out what it was.” Pansy shot me a smirk and her eyebrow popped again. This girl, Merlin!

“Oh, and I always thought it was my astonishing looks.” I snickered.

“No.” If I didn’t know better, I’d interpret Pansy’s rose cheeks for a blush maybe, for a flirtatious side-effect even, but I knew better. “I admire your boldness however, Miss Y/L/N. Maybe you have been sorted into the wrong house.” She sat up, hovered her bare feet over the stone floor. “We could be living a forbidden romance, imagine.” To my luck she turned the lights off, tapping off to the bathroom.

I, however, felt my cheeks burning, felt flustered, felt excited. How was Pansy so dreadfully playful with people around her. I knew not to dwell on the feeling she had me at right now, she was princess charming, not only with me. Sometimes I felt as though she needed to push every door open, to have any possibility and I wasn’t sure if it was a compulsive behaviour or if she just had fun doing it.

I snapped out of my thoughts when a warm finger brushed against mine. “Don’t you worry about it.” Daphne whispered. “She’ll realise eventually.” The blonde girl wrapped her arms around me and I sighted.

“How did you know?” I had always been careful to tell secrets, but this one, I hadn’t intended for anyone to find out. Not even Daphne after all.

“Come on, Y/N! I’ve known you for 13 years, don’t you think I can read your emotions by now?” Well, I certainly couldn’t read hers …

As the next morning rose, I was still caught up in the events, that happened last night. My gaze was dancing out of the window – the dim morning sky painted clouds all over the horizon – over to Pansy Parkinson. She was in a deep slumber, her face relaxed, even though her eyelids twitched from time to time.

I remembered her lips touching my forehead ever so slightly in the dark room. “We could be an adventure, darling!” She had whispered before turning to go to sleep herself.

Daphne had snuck her arm around my waist, pulling me close to her body. I knew she just wanted to help, but her embrace had made me feel even worse. I longed for the other girls’ touch, for her body to warm me up, for her to give me comfort. But there was no way Pansy would ever be mine.

I exhaled heavily before getting off to the bathroom. At least this way none of us had to fight for the sink and toilet.

As I was almost done, the door opened and in walked a very sleepy Pansy. She rubbed her Puppy eyes, blinking at me.

“Love”, she whispered. “I didn’t expect you here this early in the morning.” She walked over to me. “How did you get in?”

I gave her a look of confusion. “Are you alright, Pansy?” I handed her her green toothbrush.

“Hush, love.” Her eyes widened. “No one has to know.” She breathed, preparing her toothbrush, stuck it into her mouth. “Don’t shoo remember? Our forbibben love!” She found a loose strand of Y/H/C hair to tuck behind my ear. Her delicate hand brushed against my skin, leaving a tray of tickles. What was happening?

For a moment we stood in front of each other, eying the other girl up and down. Pansy, even with the toothbrush in her mouth, with messy hair, in a wrinkled pyjama made my heart beat faster. Made butterflies whirr around my stomach, made my breath hitch.

She gave me a sleek smile. Could she possibly know?

“Eh, Y/L/N! Cut my ingredients for me?” Pansy pointed to the flobberworm in front of her.

“What is she up to?” I mouthed to Daphne.

She shrugged, but gave me a light push.

“Why should I cut your flobblewobble, Pans?” I felt weirdly intrigued.

“Because I want you to.” She snorted. “You don’t want to get on Snape’s bad side, do you?”

“Pansy, I am not a Gryffindor.” I laughed, even though her determined role-play turned me on. Just a tad bit.

“There’s no denying it, Y/L/N” Pansy crept behind me and pushed her arms to the desk on either side of my body. “Do as you’re told”, she commanded, her voice cold and stern, but she added a muffled “Love” right into my ear.

I felt my knees weaken and decided it would probably be best to obey.

And so I found myself between Pansy’s arms over and over again with her head over my shoulder, watching closely. It went thus far, that Snape gave her a detention for distracting me. She just snickered and I could swear to have heard her say “worth it” as I walked back to Daphne.

The weeks flew by quickly, while the new self-proclaimed head-mistress professor Umbride prohibited almost everything, Pansy still found ways to get me all flustered.

She would place her hand on my thigh when sitting next to each other, pulled me in by my waist to mutter words like “love” or “darling” to me. She made the good-night kisses to my forehead a tradition and sometimes she would come so close to me, I felt her heart race in her chest.

I had realised by now that the feeling was mutual, I wasn’t stupid after all, but I enjoyed being the centre of her undivided attention. If it were up to me, you’d keep up that game she was playing. Granted I liked being her toy, I liked, that she had to know I went mad for everything she did to me, for every feeling, for every little touch.

One day I found myself in the Slytherin common room, accompanied by a large group of my friends. I sat next to Daphne at the large table, attempting to ignore my yelling classmates to write an essay for the transfiguration class. Next to Daphne sat her younger sister Astoria, snickering with two other girls of her year.

Right by the fireside, plopped onto one of the couches, lay Pansy. Her head was nestled in Dracos lap, her knees were bent over the armrest. She had her eyes on me, watching my every move.

I tried to blend it out as best as I could, but my thoughts came back to her piercing brown eyes. My ears were pointed towards their conversation, anticipating Pansy to make a move.

“Honestly, I cannot believe the ministry is that stupid.” Blaise Zabini, a tall boy from my year and a dear friend, sneered.

He was sat opposite to the fire place in an emerald, velvety armchair. All I was able to see from my place was his shaved black hair, but I was certain, he was holding the Daily Prophet, since he was invested in politics.

“They were stupid enough to not lock our parents up in Azkaban.” Draco grimaced. “This has been long overdue.”

Pansy shot up. “Draco, you don’t really think You-know-who will make things better”, she glared at him.

He shrugged. “At least the mudbloods would vanish.”

“Yes, they would, and our backbone as well.” She jumped to her feet. “Just because your parents are his pets, doesn’t mean he treats all his followers with mercy!” Angrily she paced around the small table in the middle of the sofas. “I heard him using the Cruciatus Curse on my mother in the summer, because he perceived my parents disloyal.”

You jumped as she kicked the table. Hesitantly you stood up from your chair.

“I am scared, Draco.” She continued then with a thrilling tone. “And you should be, too!” She allowed herself to fall back to her previous place, however she didn’t consider flopping back to his lap. Instead she waved me over imperiously.

I had my eyes plastered to the ground as I sat down between her and Draco. I felt grateful for my parents not being Death Eaters, I felt grateful I didn’t wake up at nights shivering, I didn’t have to shriek in my slumber, but I felt anxious as well. Unlike many other students, I had no point in denying the dark lord was back, for all your fellow students said.

“I have to admit”, Blaise raised his voice after what felt like an eternity of silence, “I am equally averse.” He pondered, folding the paper in his hand. “I just don’t think we’re standing a chance with these idiots making decisions.”

I felt Pansy’s head resting on my shoulder and a shiver ran down my spine.

Draco on my other side uttered profanities. He knew they were right, but he enjoyed being important. He enjoyed it over the cost it took.

“I hate this.” He groaned, bending forward to hide his face in his hands. Maybe Pansy was right, he could be cute sometimes. When he forgot that he actually was a git.

Nobody dared to object. We just sat for a while, a mutual silence wavering over our heads. Even Astoria and her gang had muted their voices. I wanted to shoot a glance to Daphne, but I didn’t dare breaking the moment.

If the Dark Lord was to recruit my friends, what would I do? Stand my ground? Follow them? Maybe I would just pretend to be too stupid to become one of them. Would he kill me, if he thought I was merely a squib? Or would I have the chance to just stay in the background? I didn’t ever want to find out.

The four of us were jolted out of our thoughts by the lovely “Hello, fuckers!” Millicent Bulstrode threw at us as she entered the common room. She was followed by Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, who were only ever called by their surnames.

“You will not believe what we managed to sneak in here!” Triumphantly she looked over all of our faces. Crabbe and Goyle grinned stupidly.

Bulstrode shooed Daphne over to where we sat, so our year was almost fully assembled around the small table.

“What is it you have?” Pansy asked, slightly annoyed. She wrapped her hands around my waist, pulling me tighter. She hid her face into the fabric of my grey sweater.

“Firewhiskey!” Bulstrode grinned, taking the brown bottle out of her robe.

“Where’d you get that?” Draco snapped.

“Filch’s office. He had confiscated it from some stupid seventh year Gryffindors, so we confiscated it from him. The pink monster wouldn’t want to find her favourite man drinking, would she?” Bulstrode grunted.

She was a big girl with a big attitude. She stomped over anything in her way and I was lucky enough to have only been once a thorn in her side.

“Well, I am down.” Blaise said. He looked exhausted.

“Yeah, Bullstrode!” Pansy cheered. “That actually is exactly what I need right now.”

“Don’t you think she is going to find out?” Daphne carefully opposed.

Crabbe shook his head. “No one would suspect us, Daphne. We are good students, we behave. She will probably accuse the Weasleys.”

Daphne tilted her head. “Fair point. Let’s play a game then!”

“Truth or Dare!” Pansy decided quickly. Her spirit awakening again. Her head left my shoulder, her hands drawing back to her own body.

I pouted visibly and she gave me a laugh. “Imagine what this game has to offer, love”, she breathed into my ear.

“Okay, I go first!” Goyle exclaimed. He looked challengingly at Bulstrode.

The girl rolled her eyes at him “Dare.” And so she came back 2 minutes later, spilling her entire gathering of sweets to the ground and took a sip, just for the fun. Thus, every one took a sip for fun.

I could feel the alcohol burn its way down my throat. The first few rounds we repeated the procedure, finding out Crabbe had a crush on Hannah Abbott, Blaise had once skinny dipped with Theodore Nott and Daphne certainly did not enjoy giving Draco a lap dance. He didn’t either.

I felt my cheeks burn as my best friend returned to the opposite sofa, crimson-headed. Bulstrode and Goyle laughed malicious laughs at her, handing the bottle over to Pansy.

She took a long sip and handed the bottle over to me. Her cheeks were as red as I imagined mine to be, plus I already felt a tad light-headed, so I passed, handing Draco the bottle. His pale skin had turned a little green, or was that the light? I couldn’t tell.

He as well took a long sip and gulped down the burning liquid. “Dare.” He said, putting the bottle to the middle of the table.

It was Daphne’s turn to set him a task, but she seemed to have lost her voice to her performance, so I quickly chimed in: “I dare you to kiss the cutest person in this room!” Only after I had said my words, I realised he would most likely turn to Pansy for that. Ouch. Why so stupid?

“Out of our round or out of this room?” Blaise enquired. Eyeing to the table where Astoria and her friends were still chatting.

“Room is what I said.” I repeated, hoping Blaise knew something I didn’t.

Draco shook his head. “Can I just drink?” He hissed.

“Nuh-uh.” Pansy had a devilish grin on her face. “You either do the dare or you have to take an article of clothing off … Along with the alcohol, of course.”

Considering the fact, he was only wearing his white shirt, and black school trousers the undressing would be interesting.

Draco glared at Pansy. “I know whom I had to kiss if Y/N had said the most obnoxious person.” He rose from the sofa and walked around the black piece of furniture. He stopped behind Pansy, bowing down to her. His face had changed from green to a light pink.

My fingernails dug into the soft skin of my palms. Of course he was going to kiss Pansy, why didn’t I think beforehand?

Draco’s face came closer to Pansy’s, who had laid her head to her neck. She didn’t even seem to mind.

Right as Draco was to connect their lips, he grimaced. “Ew.” He pulled away.

“You still need to do the dare”, Pansy snickered. Arrogant, as she was, her arm lurked around my shoulder, pulling me into her chest. “You wouldn’t think I’d kiss Draco before you, love, now would you?” I stiffened. Would she? I couldn’t tell. After all this was just a game.

Pansy placed a kiss to my nose, chuckling at me.

While she tried to cuddle me up, Draco walked over to the table. I was sure he had never been so insecure in his whole life. Attentively he tapped her shoulder. We watched as they exchanged a few words.

Suddenly Daphne stood behind him, fuming. “You are not kissing my little sister!” She dragged him back to our table by his wrist. Much to the displeasure of Astoria, who looked after him in her sisters grip dreamily.

Draco and Daphne both seemed relieved as they sat down.

“Pansy. Truth or dare?” Draco immediately shot at the brown-haired girl.

She smirked “Truth.” She fluttered her eyelashes.

“Tell us what you dreamt last night”, Draco demanded.

Pansy turned bright red. I turned my face to look her in the eyes, but she avoided mine. Carefully she opened the buttons to her white blouse.

I gasped. What had she dreamt that she would rather take off her shirt than tell us? Also why did Draco know? Why had she told him about it and not me?

Dracos eyes had a devilish shine. “Well I guess since Pansy couldn’t speak the truth, I can challenge another person.”

No one disagreed, Pansy shivered.

She was wearing a black bra, her skin was patchy, whether it was the alcohol or her embarrassment, she tried to hide it. Her arms crossed in front of her bust.

“Goyle has not been truth or dared yet”, Goyle said, but Draco shook his head.

“I was thinking about Y/N.” I snapped. What was he planning?

“Y/N/N, what do you think?” Draco wrapped his arm around me, pulling me to his side.

What had I, everyone wanted to hug me so badly?

“Dare.” I shoved Dracos arm away.

“That’s what I was hoping for.” He stood up. “I think we are all ready for a snogging session between you and Pansy, five minutes at least and make it entertaining.” He squeezed in between Daphne and Goyle.

“Erm.” I looked over to Pansy. She snorted.

“Really Malfoy?”, she spat. “You do us a favour?”

Draco shrugged. “You’re getting on my nerves. She’s all you’re ever talking about.”

Now was my turn to blush. I was all Pansy ever talked about?

I scooped over, sudden courage flooding my veins.

She took my face into her hands, her soft hands, and smiled shyly at me before I closed the gap between our lips.

I could taste the firewhisky on her lips. I closed my eyes. My heart throbbed against her bare chest and I couldn’t stop my hands from touching her.

She was left with goosebumps under my fingertips. I stroke over her waist to which I earned a whimper from her lips. She arched her back to the direction of my body.

It was funny seeing how she had been so demanding and dominant in the last weeks, but was now melting to my every touch. Oh how she was crazy for me, too.

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[authorwiththedragontattoo]

Draco Malfoy and the choice between what’s right and what’s easy

so this is just a little character study of draco malfoy in the fourth harry potter film: harry potter and the goblet of fire 

No warnings apply / general audiences

mostly canon compliant (i took a few liberties here and there, but only minor things)

enjoy!

“Don’t boast, Draco.”

Like a brick wall, Lucius Malfoy’s dictatorial words brought Draco Malfoy’s frivolous bravado to a humiliating halt. The thud of Lucius’ cane knocked the breath from Draco’s lungs and left the playful taunting in his throat.

He hadn’t meant to start showing off so ungracefully, he had always been told that the key to undermining your peers was not to crassly exhibit your superiority; but to get under their skin and have them slowly doubt their own worth against your poise and position until all it took was a look for them to cower back into their place.

Draco had never been very good at that.

Seeing the Weasley’s, and fucking Potter and Granger so joyously carefree and indecently elated caused such a juvenile need to prove himself better than them in the only way he knew how. His ivory cheeks flushed a hue of pink as shame began to burn in his stomach for allowing himself to act so childish in front of his father; who was able to cut deep into the self-esteem of those around him with only a well constructed glance.

“There’s no need with these people.”

Draco nodded and composed himself. His father was right of course, he had nothing to prove to his classmates, he shouldn’t care what they think of him. He wouldn’t. He knew he was significantly greater than them in many aspects, and he didn’t need the approval of a couple of low-lives and a mudblood to know this.

Yet as they walked away he itched to turn around and see what they were saying about him.

“That always was your biggest weakness, Draco. Your craving for attention.”

Suddenly becoming painfully aware of every inch of his skin, every movement of his muscles and every twitch in his face, Draco pushed back his shoulders, lifted his chin and set his face in stone.

“Yes, father.”

Draco agreed with him, he did crave attention. It was a nasty habit he hadn’t been able to shake just yet. He knew his place, his power, his position. He had many admirers and many more people who feared him, that was good. It was the people who seemed disinterested in him that made him want to scream until there was not a single witch or wizard who didn’t know who he was.

Potter and his little gaggle of Gryffindors particularly set off this little adverse reaction. He figured if he couldn’t get Potter’s respect or his fear; he would keep pushing until he hated him so much that just the sound of the name ‘Draco’ had Potter’s blood boiling.

Nasty little habit.

“Do better, we’re in public.”

“Yes father.”

-

The Quidditch match had started and the stadium pulsated with life. Loud music, louder chants, fireworks and light shows, flags, novelty hats, banners, it was all so festive, bursting at the seams with excitement and thrill.

Well, outside it was, inside the Ministers box it was rather dull. There was a certain etiquette with those types Draco was learning. Standing up to cheer had earned him a smack on the knee with the snake head of his father’s cane. He was to sit straight and clap politely, just like if he were anywhere else.

He was feeling awfully left out of the festivities.

But that was a good thing, Draco reasoned. He wasn’t on par with the people here anyway, he was above them all, he was in the Minister's box for heaven's sake. If he felt left out, he was doing the right thing. He was exactly where he wanted to be.

Even if it was boring.

A particularly loud cry rang in Draco’s ear, and a glance up to find the source told him that Potter and the Weasleys were within his view. He saw them all standing, painted faces; leaning as far over the gate as they could without falling 100 feet onto the turf. They looked thrilled to be there, each one clapping and cheering, huge smiles on each of their rotten faces.

There it was again, the burning desire to tell them all that they may be having fun but he was in the Minister’s box, and his suit probably cost more than all their clothes put together, and that Ronald’s hair was dumb, and…

A nudge in his side brought Draco’s attention back to his father seated next to him.

“Don’t even give those people a second glance.”

Draco settled back in his seat, looking forward with an expressionless face,

“Of course father”.

-

Hogwarts was buzzing with an energy Draco hadn’t seen at the school before. A mixture of the visitation from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, the Tri-Wizard tournament and yet another Potter scandal left the school feeling unsettled yet so lively.

Unfortunately, the Beauxbatons and Durmstrangs didn’t know of the social order at Hogwarts, and the other students had seemed to have forgotten their place. And while Draco felt order needed to be restored to the school, he wasn’t near stupid enough to try and square up to a Durmstrang, no matter how much sawdust filled their skulls.

So of course, Draco made the very mature and politically sound move to mass produce “Harry Potter Stinks” badges. Because if there was ever a person he could rely on to brighten his day with his delightful sensitivity to Draco’s bullying, it was Potter. The badges actually sold a lot better than he expected, perhaps he did think too highly of the boy.

He could hear his father’s voice in the back of his head, berating him for his attention seeking and crude attack on his enemies. The art of subtlety was something Lucius Malfoy had perfected to climb the social ladder, while Draco still favoured petty pranks and mean jabs wherever he could.

His father’s voice was a little easier to ignore when he was in Hogwarts.

-

“I don’t give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy!”

Potter was riled up and heading straight towards Draco. His teasing had stung Potter better than he ever could have hoped, and Draco loved it. He even threw a blow to Draco’s shoulder; which was new and unexpected although not entirely unwelcome. Draco had never been able to break his little resolve with such a mild insult before, although he supposes a life threatening tournament you’re not even supposed to be allowed in will do that to a person.

“He’s vile, and cruel. And you’re just pathetic.”

Well, Draco can’t really fault him for the truth. His father is vile and cruel, no one; not even Lucius himself would deny that. And Draco was acting pretty pathetic, trying to get his attention fix by poking Potter with a stick until he explodes.

Didn’t stop him reaching for his wand though, the fun with Harry wasn’t over yet.

Until it was, and he was pulling ferret hair from his teeth for a week.

-

Draco was surprised by how much fun he had at the Yule Ball. He expected it to be much like the many, many galas he had been forced to attend at the manor, although thinking back it was a pretty stupid assumption to make. The Malfoy galas were always filled with rich old people that his parents were always trying to impress. So they mainly consisted of Draco spending the majority of the time plastering a smile on his face as he stood bored out of his mind listening to these people drone on and on.

The night of the Yule Ball was already more thrilling than Malfoy galas when Draco got to watch Potter make an utter fool of himself with his laughable skills in dance, throwing that poor Patil girl around like a rag doll.

Draco had a significantly more successful dance with the beautiful Beauxbaton girl who he had brought as his date. Well, technically he was her date, since she asked him. Draco had planned to ask Pansy, since they were friends and he refused to show up without a date, but when the Beauxbaton asked him he wasn’t about to say no to such a beautiful girl, Malfoy or not.

She had cool, black skin which she had beautifully highlighted silver with a dusting of glitter over her high cheekbones and prominent collarbone to match the shimmering floor-length gown she wore. Twinkling gems and beads twisted through her hair which was pinned back to reveal her intense stare.

Admittedly, she left Draco momentarily breathless.

She could dance very well, they both could. He had been forced to learn from a young age so he could impress possible suitors as well as business partners and other pureblood families. They gracefully glided across the dance floor into the waltz Professor McGonagall had taught them with ease, brushing past the more awkward couples and weaving collaboratively between the couples that actually could dance.

There was plenty of attention on him, as he always preferred; but there was another element to the night, something he didn’t often feel.

After the orchestral music had ended and the band began to play, Draco moved to step off the dance floor and maybe stand in the corner looking intimidating for a while, but before he could leave his date grabbed his hand and insisted he dance a little longer. He wasn’t going to do it until she asked him if he was “too chicken to let your hair down once in a while”; he wasn’t one to be so easily manipulated but the girl had a way of challenging him with her eyes; and he was never one to back down from a challenge.

It had taken a moment, as casual dancing was definitely not something his dance teacher had taught him, but eventually he allowed his body to move with the music in an unrehearsed yet hopefully graceful manner. It came with ease to the Beauxbaton girl, who’s lithe frame moved with ease, as if she was one with the music.

He began to take less and less notice of the people who were staring at him; (as to be expected, he had a beautiful date and he looked rather dashing in the heart-wrenchingly expensive dress robes he wore), but instead focused only on the high he was getting from dancing so freely, so impulsive and sporadic, none of it rehearsed or practiced. It was an odd but addictive feeling, dancing for the fun of it, with no personal gain in mind but to enjoy the music and to feel your partner's energy fuel your own.

When the night came to an end, Draco felt an unexpected sadness to realise he had never gotten the girls name, and he’s pretty sure he never gave her his. Now that really was unexpected, for just one night, Draco had forgotten he was a Malfoy. And he didn’t feel too awful about it either.

-

The second task of the Tri-Wizard tournament was much more eerie and much less enjoyable than the first task. With the dragons, the audience could see everything unfold, witness everything that happened to the champions and stay on top of the action. With this task they just had to watch them be submerged by the black water of the lake and wait an hour to see if they come back up again. And it was cold. And there were no seats.

The other contestants came back up well within the time they were expected to, and Draco teased that of course Potter would be the one dawdling. Ever the Slytherin he mentioned to Crabbe how he hopes Potter doesn’t ever resurface, and that he dies down there.

It had begun as his usual snide remark, but as the clock ticked closer to the hour and Weasley and the Delacour girl rose with no Potter in sight his joke started to look more and more like a potential reality.

Draco weighed this outcome over in his mind for a short while, before deciding that isn’t really what he wants, despite his bravado. Potter didn’t deserve to die at the bottom of a lake that stunk of squid, and to be honest, Draco couldn’t quite imagine a life without Potter in it for him to wind up.

He didn’t need to start coming to terms with this future for long though, as the attention seeking git he is he flew out of the water and splattered onto the deck like a fish out of water.

“Bugger, really thought that was the last we would ever see of him” Crabbe muttered next to him.

“Yeah” Draco replied, feeling the weight on his chest lighten a little, before pushing down the hat of a slimy, kissarse first year.

-

Draco knew something was wrong as soon as Potter’s body slammed to the ground, with a limp Diggory beneath him.

The band played and the crowd cheered, but there was something wrong, seconds had passed and Diggory still didn’t move, and Potter was sprawled desperately over his body.

Draco has never seen a dead body before, but he was sure that was what he was looking at as the music suddenly stopped and a scream echoed throughout the stadium.

Draco had thought many times what a dead body would look like, often having morbid daydreams about seeing the lifeless bodies of his enemies on the floor at his feet. But he knew now those daydreams had been horribly wrong.

He’d always just visualised dead bodies as if they were asleep, eyes closed and lying still. That wasn’t how Cedric looked at all. His eyes were wide open, the soul in them long gone. And he didn’t look like he was sleeping. He looked like a shell that had been left to rot. Draco cursed the nausea that built in his stomach.

Potter was snatching himself away from any helping hand that tried helping him up, clinging to Cedric’s body as if his life depended on it - which for all they knew, it had. He was screaming something to Dumbledore, but Draco couldn’t make it out amongst all the commotion.

Draco looked at Potter's face, it was so full of anguish, and fear, and defeat. Crumpled in sorrow as he sobbed helplessly into Dumbledore’s hands.

Draco wasn’t sure he liked it as much as he always thought he would.

-

“Cedric Diggory was murdered… by Lord Voldemort!”

In a way, Draco knew that name was coming. But it didn’t stop how suddenly his blood seemed to run cold.

His parents had been acting strange over Christmas. They were easily agitated, snapping at Draco much more frequently than he was used to. They were much more secretive than usual too, Draco often found them whispering to each other, lowering their voices more when Draco walked into a room. His father in particular had been distant, often lost in thought and especially jumpy if Draco accidentally startled him. On one unfortunate occasion Draco got clocked in the jaw by not announcing himself before coming up behind Lucius. Once he realised what he had done, Lucius apologised profusely and then held Draco close to his chest. Draco found this even stranger than the punch in the face. Violent outbursts were not something Lucius frequently had but Draco found them to be higher on the list of ‘Things Lucius Malfoy would do’ than to apologise and then hug his son.

He hadn’t known why at the time, and didn’t dare ask; but when he saw Cedric Diggory’s stiff, lifeless body on the pitch, well… Draco was smart enough to piece things together.

The mention of the Dark Lord’s name suddenly made the air feel a whole lot heavier. The hall they were in was big but Draco felt no better than if he had been stuffed into a cupboard with no room to breathe.

Much like the rest of the Wizarding world, his name was something that was not allowed to be mentioned in the Malfoy house. Draco had said it only once before, out of ignorance when he was about 10 years old. His father became suddenly very angry and his mother had hurried him away to his room. They fought that night, his parents, Draco could hear them from his room. He never understood why, but as he grew, he learned himself that his father was a Deatheater.

They never told him, but he wasn’t stupid.

And now, the name that left his father violently angry and scared his mother in a way that made her eyes cloud over and her grip to become painfully tight was being spoken in Hogwarts; because he was back, and he had killed someone.

Draco wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel. He was a Slytherin, and he was pureblood. Surely he should be happy he’s back, happy his father doesn’t have to cower away from the name as he grips his always covered forearm.

But, he didn’t feel happy in the slightest. Instead, he felt a suffocating dread push him down, as if willing him to melt into the floor.

And honestly, in this moment Draco doesn’t think he’d mind silently melting into the floor, never to be heard of again.

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[professordrarry]

Shadow Cast 3

Part one, Part two 

Luckily for both of them, the opening notes of the shadow cast introduction began and they stood in their seats as everyone around them settled down. Well, not down. No one really did anything calmly at a Rocky night. It was basically his favourite thing about the theatre. The jeering and the swearing. The complete lack of any propriety.

Tonight, there was tension in his shoulders. What the fuck he had been thinking by inviting Draco Malfoy, king of proper and buttoned-up wit, he would never know. He held his breath through the Virgin announcement, waiting for Draco to storm out. A part of his brain did realise that as Draco was standing beside him nearly naked, there was likely more to him than he currently knew.

An intriguing thought, he had to admit. 

Draco turned to him when the on-stage Brad called for the virgins in the audience to do a quick hip thrust. The look on his face was mirth mixed with intrigue, and as he put his hands on his hips and shoved his hips forward, his eyebrow rose. Harry’s brain short-circuited for the second time in twenty minutes as Draco laughed and let the ridiculous pose drop. “You know,” Draco said in that loud, low whisper people reserved for loud places, “I didn’t think it was going to be possible to lose my virginity again, but I have to admit, I’m already enjoying this immensely.” The grin he wore was wicked, and Harry quickly realised he had made a grave miscalculation. Draco Malfoy was fun. Not only was he fun, but he was also laid back, adventurous, and downright cheeky. And, Harry was suddenly absolutely certain, he was gay as the day was long. 

Now Harry usually refrained from making this assumption; his ‘gay-dar’ was not good. He’d been informed of this by enough people to make him sheepish. But as giant red lips took to the screen, and the people in fishnets on stage started gyrating ridiculously, Harry was so positive that he had made the right call inviting Draco here, of all places, that he grinned a huge grin. 

Draco knew at least half of the things people were shouting. He had a fairly decent memory and Pansy had made him study before coming so he didn’t make a complete fool of himself. He probably would have been doing better at the remembering if Harry weren’t glued to him like a strange, extra-sticky magnet. Even when he wasn’t looking straight at him — rare, if the number of side glances he’d managed was any indication — Harry’s body seemed to be connected to him. Draco could have been imagining it, of course, but it was very difficult to ignore either way. 

/

The Time Warp brought Draco back to reality. He laughed the entire time he did the ridiculous dance. He hadn’t been so happy in a long, long time. This place was electric, addictive. Everyone knew the rules, everyone knew the steps. No one cared who you were or who your father was. No one was questioning whether or not you were throwing your life away, or if you should be further along since you were technically an adult with Responsibilities. All they cared about was if you remembered to call Janet a slut and if you were having fun. 

He threw himself into the pelvic thrust, let his legs go to jelly when his knees fell in tight, and positively went insane. The last chorus found him out of breath and laughing like a lunatic. He turned to Harry to share his joy and found Harry staring, mouth agape, similarly out of breath. His chest above the corset was red and flushed, the wig on his head was slightly askew, and the wildness that stood in front of him made Draco’s heart stop beating in his chest. 

On the stage behind him, the audience was being introduced to their evening’s Frank N Furter, a tall man who was clearly ginger beneath all the black hair dye. Draco didn’t notice. The audience was shouting “Say it, Frankie, Say it” before he even managed to move again, breaking eye contact with Harry as his eyes instead shifted down his chest. He took a deep breath. Now or never passed through his mind, which was ridiculous, obviously. 

Still, he threw himself forward. 

/

Harry wondered, not for the first time, if Draco Malfoy were actually capable of reading minds. He’d been staring at him, gasping for breath, for almost an entire song. His body was frozen, completely incapable of forward motion, as it wrestled with the possibilities. On the one hand, they were surrounded by people who would not give a flying fuck if he positively ravaged this man in front of them. There were no coworkers or tricky history or friends to judge. If not now, then when? On the other hand, finding someone attractive was not a good enough reason to kiss them. Draco had never quite shown anything but indifference to Harry, but he was also standing here shirtless, staring right back. 

Before he worked out what side of this internal battle he was going to land on, Draco had reached out, taken Harry’s hand, and pulled him close, until their chests were flush and their height difference unimportant. 

“I’m going to kiss you now, unless you stop me. You can stop me, of course, but I don’t think I can deny that I want this much longer. You’re killing me slowly with that corset.” 

Harry opened his mouth to— do what, he didn’t know. “That’s your fault,” he said instead. “I want to do far more than kiss you when you are standing in front of me fully dressed for work. I haven’t been able to think since you showed me your costume.” “Why am I here,” Harry?” Draco whispered in his ear. “Am I here for this?” 

He trailed his hands down the boning in Harry’s ribs, tugging the bottom edge of the corset as he went. “Or is it for this?” he asked, stroking his fingers over the pearl beads and therefore brushing Harry’s clavicle. “Or is it for that?” he said gesturing vaguely. “Because I’ll tell you what. I’m here. I don’t have much beyond that. I’m here and I don’t know why, and if you don’t kiss me soon, I might lose my nerve.” Harry moved so fast that he knocked Draco back, unused to his high boxer’s boots. Harry grasped him by the hips and held him close, his mouth ghosting over Draco’s lips. He’d wanted this for so long. It was unreal that it was going to happen. He let himself slow down. The noise settled to a din as Draco’s hands ghosted on his back. 

Then, he gave in. 

Their neighbours whooped and catcalled, and a second later, they were pelted with bits of water leftover from the rain scene. 

Neither of them much noticed. 

- END - 

This self-indulgent ficlet is dedicated to my Rocky family, who quite literally saved my 16-year-old life. At a time when the world was not as accepting of weird or off-centre, the Rocky shadow nights were a place of solace. For the first time, I saw accepted, open-air, non-traditional, non-hetero relationships.  A few of my shadow fam are now in hilarious 9-5 jobs with 2.5 kids. A few have managed to stay weird. A few are no longer with us. I love every one of them still. And every day, I am grateful that smartphones were not yet a thing when I was in highschool, and there are therefore no photos of me at a show... Embrace your weird, kids. 

Love, PD

#shadow cast #drarry drabble #rocky horror show #cosplay #technically AU #but like you don't really find out about the magic

[btsismyjamlove]

Quotev Story, Brooklyn Fudge (Draco Malfoy)

Brooklyn Fudge was a normal girl... not. Her father was Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic and her mother had died early on from child birth. Sometimes, Brooklyn hated the publicity because her father was always away at meetings or busy with paper work. Other times, she loved it. Everyone knew her name and when she went to Hogwarts, they would all bow down to her and she would never be lonely again... Brooklyn had long caramel colored hair and her eyes were a dainty blue, just like her mother's eyes. Brooklyn had always been short and she always will be but one can hope, right. Brooklyn was a pureblood so that helped make a lot of high connections. When her father did spend time with her it was usually in a fancy dinner party they were invited to or for a fancy ball they had the pleasure of going to. Mostly, though, she was invited to go to a certain boy's house she had always been friends with and she actually enjoys his company. that boy was none other than Draco Malfoy.  Draco Malfoy, a pureblood loving blonde haired boy. when he wasn't doing the fancy dinner's and balls too, he was hanging out with Brooklyn talking about Diagon Alley and Hogwarts. They had a little gang of friends Brooklyn and Draco. Their friends worshipped them way to much though, there was Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkinson , Millicent Bulstrode and Daphne Greengrass.                                                                                                       *** One extremely early, surprisingly sunny June morning, as the morning post owl flew in, a letter in a thick parchment caught Brooklyn's eye. she grabbed it daintily and flipped over the envelope, a Hogwarts crest emblem stood out on the yellowing envelope and without hesitation, she ripped open the paper. Yes, finally the moment she had been waiting for, her letter to Hogwarts. her chance to be who she wants to be without cameras following her every move. She ran into the hallway, bumping into the side of the banister. Her house was huge, if you call it a house. It was more like a small manor, either way, Brooklyn loved it for the different twisted passageways and secret hiding spaces. Her dad was waiting for her in his study and, as she rushed the last set of stairs, she said excitedly "Dad, the Hogwarts letter has arrived and this means we finally get to go to Diagon Alley!" She squealed and rushed downstairs again as she grabbed a handful of floo powder and exclaimed "Malfoy Manor!" As she felt the familiar tube sensation, she pulled in her elbows. With a last glance at some old witches dining room floor, she fell on a cold surface with a thud. She looked up and saw a hand extended to her and she reached up and gratefully took it. The hand belonged to Draco Malfoy, her best friend since for as long as she could remember. "Did you get your Hogwarts letter?" Brooklyn asked quickly.  "Yeah, Mum and Dad opened it before me though so I technically didn't." They both chuckled. "Dad was in his study working when I got mine, I told him and then came here straight away because, you know what this means." "Diagon Alley." They both said together. A short while later, Brooklyn and Draco were travelling with Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's parents, and they had travelled by apparition this time. A way on how to get from one place to another. It was like there was a tight tube that could just about fit baby inside and you were being told to go down it you were usually sick the first time. Or you could get splinched, lose a part of yourself on the way. After the quick entrance, Brooklyn immediately ran off to Gringotts, the wizarding bank for some gold to buy all of her school supplies. After the turbulent cart ride their and back, they wobbled out of Gringotts to get their other things. Lucius went to look at books and Narcissa to the robes store. This left Draco and Brooklyn free to go wherever they wanted, they both decided first however to go and get their wand. When they entered Ollivanders, they thought it was empty until a man came speeding towards them from a ladder and as he jumped off he said "I wondered when I'd be seeing you Mr Malfoy," he turned to Brooklyn. "Ah and you too Miss Fudge." It might sound creepy that he knows their names but in the wizarding world, they're practically celebrities. He handed them both a wand to try and they went through at least five wands each before Draco found his wand made with Unicorn Tail core. Ironic right. Draco means Dragon in the constellations (stars). He passed Brooklyn her seventh wand and she muttered "Seventh times the charm." She waved it and a jet of water splashed over them both. She giggled at his wet hair before trying another wand. At last, she had her eleventh try and that was the right wand for her. Unicorn tail, Willow, eight inches good for Charms work. Which was helpful if she wanted to dry herself off.  When they all met at Florean Fortescue's ice cream parlor, they all bought a vanilla ice cream Brooklyn asked for chocolate chips and they made their way around Diagon Alley for any last purchases. They wanted a pet each so they both bought one with their own money though because Lucius disagreed with pets. Draco bought and owl he named Star, obvious, and Brooklyn bought a fluffy grey kitten she named Evangeline or Eva for short. "Why did you name your cat Evangeline, that's complicated." Draco asked on their way back to the manors front gates. "It was my mother's name and it's Eva for short Mr. Simple." She retorted and Draco scoffed, "You're comparing your mother to a ferocious man eating thing." This time it was Brooklyn's turn to scoff, "She's just a kitten, you don't like her because she scratched your arm."                                                                                                 *** "Dad, I'm home," Brooklyn called. She rushed over to her Dad's study and found him asleep at his desk. She smiled slightly and shuffled his paperwork to the other side of the desk and took off his stiff looking hat before grabbing a jacket and putting his head on it like a pillow. As she left the room she rushed to her own and gushed to her cat at how awesome this new chapter of their lives is going to be. She turned to her wardrobe and picked up a picture of her friends and her at the last winter ball. Smiling she snuggled up on her bed and dreamt of the last ball when her and Draco had to dance and they ended up falling on top of some old wierdos and they bother burst out laughing. That was a good day and Hogwarts will be even better. Hopefully. Little did she know this was going to be the biggest challenge she'd ever have to face. A/N: This is my first fanfiction and I am so excited, please comment any ideas you have for helping this fanfiction grow. Also, as a birthday present, please like, comment and all the rest of that stuff. :D

Brooklyn Fudge/ Daphne Greengrass/Draco Malfoy/Blaise Zabini/ Theodore Nott/ Vincent Crabbe/Gregory Goyle/Millicent Bulstrode/ Pansy Parkinson/Lola Flint/ Freya Newman/ Felix Newman

Disclaimer: All rights go to J.K Rowling except my OC's and some of the plot.

#draco malfoy #quotev

[writer-dreams]

Love Potion (Part 4) (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Part 4 is here! I hope all of you enjoy!

Prologue / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / End

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House: You choose

Blood Status: You choose

Warnings: Near-death experience, murder attempt (though that's a harsh way to put it), bullying (Not too graphic), possible swearing, mean Pansy

Note: The reader in this story hates Quidditch. The reader in this story is female / uses female pronouns.

Word Count: 2,632 words

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3rd Person POV

Day 4:

Y/n walked with Draco down the hallways, enjoying the unusual silence of the large castle. They were roaming through one of the (usually) busiest hallways which was now dead silent. It wasn’t an unsettling silence, it felt more like a comfortable quiet. Really, it was rather refreshing to not be suffocated by the noise of bustling teenagers trying to get to class. Suddenly, Draco gasped slightly, as if he had remembered something before turning to her.

"Love, I wanted to ask you something." Draco started, clasping Y/n’s hands in his. She raised an eyebrow, prompting for him to continue. "There’s a Quidditch game today with Slytherin and Gryffindor. I was hoping you would come along and watch me?"

Immediately, Y/n started shaking her head. She had never gone to a game and never planned to go to one, not even when Fred and George had begged her to watch. The game was a waste of time, in her opinion, and she had much better things to do. Nothing was going to change her mind about the game and she was especially not going to change it for Draco Malfoy.

"Love, I need my good luck charm with me." Draco pleaded, attempting to give her puppy-dog eyes.

Y/n rolled her eyes, still unconvinced. She could be spending time studying or reading instead of watching her classmates pit against each other in a highly competitive game. Quidditch did nothing other than fuel the houses’ rivalry (especially Slytherin and Gryffindor) and for players to show off how much better they are than everyone else. It was ridiculous how people could actually enjoy such a violent game.

Draco frowned and pulled her into a hug, still attempting to persuade her. He pressed light kisses all over her cheeks but Y/n was still adamant about her choice. He wasn’t going to change her mind anytime soon with just affectionate hugs and kisses. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted two heads of bright red hair around the corner. She focused on them and saw that it was Fred and George. The twins were smirking and nodding, signaling for her to agree to go. She glared at them and focused back on Draco, who was still desperately hugging her.

"I said no, Draco. I’m sorry but I really hate Quidditch. Not even you could change that for me." Y/n said firmly. Draco released the hug, hurt evident in his eyes.

"Oh. I’m sorry for bothering you then. You know that Quidditch has always been a part of my life and I was hoping that you cared enough to see me in one game. I just always thought I had your support and love. I guess I was wrong." Draco said bitterly, nodding sadly before walking away.

All Y/n could do was watch his figure grow smaller and smaller until he turned the corner and was out of her sight. Her gut twisted in guilt but she held strong, not allowing it to show on her face that she was regretting her decision. Why was she even feeling this way, it’s not like his feelings mattered to her, right? The twins walked out from where they were watching with mock sadness on their faces.

"Aw, trouble in paradise?" Fred teased, "How cold of you to not offer your infinite support to your boyfriend."

"I agree, brother!" George glanced at her, "What kind of girlfriend just lets her boyfriend play a dangerous sport and not be there to watch it?"

If looks could kill, Fred and George would have already died. The death glare Y/n sent them was chilling but the twins simply laughed. No matter how much she hated what they were saying, the two mischievous twins were right; what kind of (fake) girlfriend doesn’t offer her boyfriend support for something he loves? She still had 3 days left of this relationship, the dare wasn’t over yet. The terms of the dare was to act as Draco’s girlfriend for a week. She was technically not acting like a real girlfriend and therefore not doing the dare. Y/n sighed and rubbed her temples at this realization.

"Fine. I’ll go." She begrudgingly said.

"Yay! Y/n is finally going to see us beat those snakes!" George cheered while Fred did an odd victory dance.

"I hate both of you." Y/n shook her head at their idiocy.

"You love us." Fred grinned widely.

"Keep telling yourself that." Y/n smiled.

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Y/n ran around the long corridors of the school, searching desperately for a head of platinum-blonde hair. He couldn’t have gotten far. Where is that git?! She was nearly ready to give up, she swore that she had searched the entire bloody castle twice. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally saw Draco by his bleached hair. Y/n let out a relieved sigh and approached him. Draco raised his head at the sound of her footsteps, only to scowl and look away.

"Hey, Draco." Y/n greeted cautiously. Draco didn’t answer and instead kept his gaze on the floor. She couldn’t blame him for being upset with her. If her significant other refused to watch her do something she loved because of their pride, she would be pretty pissed as well. She cleared her throat, trying to ease the tension between them.

"I-I changed my mind. I’m going to watch the game." Y/n stated. Draco finally made eye contact with her, however his eyes were filled with anger.

"Oh? I thought you hated Quidditch so much that nothing could change your mind, not even me." Draco sneered at her. Y/n felt even more guilty, seeing how clearly hurt Draco was.

"I know what I said and I’m sorry. I should’ve understood that regardless of whether or not I like the sport, I should support you, especially if you’re one of the players." Y/n apologized as sincerely as her mind would allow her. She forced a tear to slowly drip from her eye for dramatic effect. Wiping it away hastily, she pulled him into a hug. She needed for him to believe her, or else the dare would be called off and she would become the chicken of the school. Merlin, she still was not going to allow that to happen.

Draco’s hardened glare softened slightly, understanding that she was serious and she really was going to the game to watch him. He flashed her a small smile as his angry expression was wiped away.

"Apology accepted. Besides, how could I stay mad at you?" The smile faded as he looked deeply into her eyes. "You don’t have to go if you really don’t want to. It’s not my place to force you to go. If you truly don’t want to go, I shouldn’t get mad at you for it and respect your decision."

That’s cute. He’s apologizing even though he’s not the one at fault. Although Y/n was tempted to take up the offer, she suddenly remembered the consequences of what would happen if she didn’t go. Shaking her head, she cursed herself for her pride and looked back at Draco.

"No, I want to go. It’s my job as your girlfriend to support you as much as you support me. I need to respect your hobbies like you respect mine. You’re not forcing me to go, I’m choosing to go." Y/n nearly gagged at the last words. This dare was going to be the death of her, it was forcing her to go to a Quidditch, a bloody Quidditch, game by putting her reputation on the line.

Draco’s smile was instantly back on his face as he beamed in happiness. "Thank you, Y/n."

For some reason, seeing him smile made Y/n’s heart melt slightly. Why does this keep happening? Was there something wrong with her? The more she tried to ignore it, the more the feeling grew. This was ridiculous, she refused to acknowledge the weird feeling as love because....it wasn’t. This was all fake. That was all it would ever be. This was a temporary feeling that would dissolve the day this all ended. At least, that’s what she told herself.

"So, I’ll see you at the game then?" Draco grinned.

Y/n nodded, pushing aside the heartwarming feeling that his smile had awoken. Draco pressed a kiss to her cheek before heading off to his next class. Y/n touched the cheek he kissed with her hand, fully aware that her whole face was red.

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The stands that surrounded the Quidditch pitch were filled and extremely noisy. Y/n groaned, this was exactly one of the reasons why she didn’t go to games. She squeezed past a couple of students and took a seat in a random spot.

Suddenly, a blur whizzed past her as people screamed loudly at the object. It slowed to reveal Draco, smirking towards the crowd. All the Slytherins rose to their feet and cheered as loudly as they could for the blonde-headed seeker. His eyes landed on her and he teasingly blew a kiss at her before flying away. Y/n rolled her eyes at the gesture, disregarding the fact that her cheeks were turning bright red.

As more players flew out into the field, the crowds were going wild to their respective houses (the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws simply cheered for their favorite players). Soon the Slytherin and Gryffindor players had taken their positions and the game was about to start. George and Fred were waiting patiently and saw Y/n. They began to wave their bats in the air, showing their childish excitement at her presence.

Madam Hooch shouted "Brooms up!" as she threw the Quaffle into the air. Y/n watched Draco mount his broom and wait by the pitch for the snitch. All she could do was sigh and think to herself; ‘This was going to be boring’.

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The snitch was released and the Slytherins were losing badly to Gryffindor; 100-40. Draco was fighting with Potter, both looking around wildly for the fast-flying ball. Draco seemed to finally have spotted it, as he began to speedily fly towards something. Unfortunately, Potter also noticed this and began to quickly follow after Draco, hoping to steal the snitch away from him. Before Y/n could watch anymore, she was shoved so she was leaning over the edge of the stands. She tried to get back up but a hand was pressed against her back, preventing her from escaping this terrifying situation. All she could see was the 50 feet drop to the ground and she imagined what it would look like if her body hit the floor. She wanted to scream, but a hand quickly covered her mouth.

"I told you, L/n." The sound of Pansy’s voice sneered in her ear, "You really need to watch your back, or else you might slip and fall to your death."

Y/n wondered how the hell people weren’t seeing this happening, though she figured everyone was too focused on the game. It wasn’t like she could make a sound to get their attention either. She began to panic, cursing herself for leaving her wand in her dorm room. She tried desperately to escape Pansy, but the Slytherin girl wouldn’t allow it.

"Ah ah, no escaping." Pansy clicked her tongue, "I wasn’t finished with you in that hallway. You stole Draco from me and now you’ve brainwashed him into loving someone as stupid as you. Once you’re gone, he’ll snap out of it and realize the truth; that you are a worthless piece of trash and that he should be mine."

Y/n’s heartbeat thundered into her ear. Why was nobody noticing this? Was she really going to die because of a jealous, pug-faced twat? No matter how hard she tried to resist, the wench was too strong. Pansy leaned closer to her ear, whispering one, horrifying word in her ear; "Goodbye."

Y/n couldn’t even comprehend what happened next. Pansy shoved her over the edge of the stands, sending her falling to her death. With her mouth now free, Y/n screamed in horror, feeling the wind whip through her hair. Her loud cries finally caught the attention of everyone, even the players. However even if they tried to help her, it was too late. Draco’s head turned towards the sound and she could see his grey eyes widening in panic as he saw her fall. Immediately, he turned his broom and began speeding towards her, the snitch long forgotten. Y/n looked at the ground below her and looked back at Draco, whose hand was outstretched in desperation. The grass below was coming closer and closer, the wind howling even louder in her ears. Her screams had stopped, finally accepting her fate. Draco wasn’t going to make it in time, he was still across the pitch and she was mere metres from the ground. Draco’s eyes were wide in fear, seemingly speeding faster towards her. Y/n could see his hand inches away from hers before the ground rushed up to her and everything went black.

"Y/n!"

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Y/n awoke in one of the comfy beds in the infirmary. She was alive. Y/n released a soft groan as she felt how sore her limbs were. She heard rustling beside her, causing her to look over. Next to her, Draco was nestled in a chair, shifting over a bit to look at her.

"Thank Merlin, you’re awake." He said in relief.

"Wha-What happened?" Y/n asked groggily.

"You blacked out during your fall. If it weren’t for Mister Malfoy here, you would’ve died. You were lucky he was fast enough to save you." Madam Pomfrey interrupted Draco before he could explain.

Madam Pomfrey gave her one final checkup before allowing her out of the infirmary, warning her to take it easy. Draco walked with her back to her common room, where she gave him the password to allow them both in. The whole time, he didn’t say anything and instead focused on making sure Y/n was comfortable. He sat her down on one of the various couches and took a seat next to her. Once he was sure that she was alright, he pulled her into a hug.

"Merlin Y/n, you scared me. One moment, I’m about to catch the snitch, the next, you’re falling off the bloody stands. What happened?!"

Y/n immediately thought of that pug-faced twunt named Pansy. She wanted to tell Draco but didn’t want to make it seem like she couldn’t fight her own fights. Plus she wasn’t a snitch. She would deal with Pansy herself.

"I-I just fell off. I wasn’t paying any attention and I put too much weight on the edge. Before I knew it, I was tumbling over and free-falling towards the ground. I’m sorry, Draco."

Draco’s hug became a little tighter. "Just be more careful next time. I don’t know what I’d do without you."

Y/n’s heart fluttered at his words. Though she immediately squashed the feeling before it could spread. She really needed to remember that this wasn’t real and it never would be. Draco Malfoy was a cocky, arrogant prick and she hated him. This loving side of him didn’t exist. She was believing in, to put it simply, a lie. She was going to be so happy once this preposterous dare was over.

"Thanks for saving me, Draco."

"I already told you Y/n, I’ll always be there to protect you, no matter what. I’m not going to back out of that promise any time soon."

Y/n smiled and hugged Draco back. That stupid feeling was back but she didn’t care. It wasn’t love because love was felt with true feelings. Once this was over, everything that happened this week would be forgotten. Even if this side of Draco was fake, she was going to cherish it while she still had it.

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Thank you for reading part 4 of Love Potion! Sorry if the psychotic Pansy and the falling triggered anybody. I'm also sorry for the long wait, I had some technological issues. I know the ending was a bit rushed but I wanted to get this part out as soon as possible. Hopefully all of you enjoyed it anyway. If you have any requests, feel free to ask! Until next time.

-Jade

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[seductresses-temple]

Blame It On The Alcohol

Sooooo, I was looking for some Blairon inspiration and @secretlycrazyhummingbird hit me with an idea:

“Ron chilling out of a party because he needed air and was feeling meh”

It took me a while to get it done but I love how it turned out. 

Special thanks to hupsoonheng for beta’ing this for me and giving me some really great constructive criticism that helped take this from 657 words to 1,357 words. And I’m tagging @rose-grangerweasleyisbae cause she’s just a lovely smol bean who asked to be tagged!

Also, the title is totally the title of a Jaime Foxx song lol.

Blame It On The Alcohol 

Pairing: Blaise Zabini and Ronald Weasley

Rating: Teen

Tags: Drinking, questioning sexuality, first kiss (kinda)

Also available on Ao3

The cool night air was a welcome reprieve to Ron’s flushed skin as he sank down onto a bench outside Harry and the Ferr- Draco- Harry and Draco’s flat. He was still getting used to that bit. Being on speaking terms with the git was one thing but actually being on a first name basis with Draco sodding Malfoy was something else altogether. Still, he was Harry’s boyfriend after all.

Fiancé.

Ron was still getting used to that bit too. Apparently six shots of fire whiskey and two glasses of some concoction Luna had dreamed up were terrible for his memory. Luna Lovegood being allowed anywhere near alcohol should absolutely be illegal! Ron was positively sloshed, not that he was complaining. He definitely needed to be sloshed if he planned on making it through the rest of the party that was in full swing upstairs.

It was...hard, seeing Hermione with Pansy. Sure, their breakup had been mutual, they were still best mates, and as of late Ron had no idea what his sexuality was, but it still stung. It was ‘Mione. There was still some young, naive part of him that thought they would have...rode off into the sunset together or some other nonsense. He’d told everyone he just needed a breath of fresh air: too much whiskey, too much dancing, and way too many people in Harry and Draco’s flat.

It hadn’t been a total lie.

There were way too many people upstairs and Ron was happy to escape it all. Especially Zabini.

“Gods,” Ron exhaled loudly, relaxing back against the bench and staring up at the sky. At least he’d picked a pretty night to be semi-wallowing in his own self pity and confused sexuality because Blaise Zabini had been driving him round the bend all night.

Not that Harry’s flat was massive or anything but every time Ron had managed to slip out of Zabini’s line of sight, he’d blink and there the git was again.There was something so deliciously unnerving about Zabini’s stare, the way his dark brown eyes bore into him as if every bit of who Ron was -his insecurities, his strengths, his weaknesses- was on display. It was maddening. Then there was that cologne of his. He smelled like wood, whiskey, and leather, with the slightest hint of something sweet that kept Ron guessing and wondering. Pair that with Zabini’s handsome, chiseled face, that cocky, smug little smile, and the man was built like a Greek God!

It was grossly unfair.

“There you are.” An accusatory voice practically made Ron jump out of his skin.

Twisting around to see who had interrupted his solitary pining made Ron want to curse every single nargle in existence. Nargles...He had been spending way too much time with Luna lately and he singularly blamed nargles for somehow managing to bring Zabini outside.

“You alright there, Ronald?” Under the dim yellow lights of the lamp posts, Zabini’s skin looked damn near golden, his vibrant blue suit a beautiful contrast. He almost looked...worried. It was probably the alcohol talking. Liquor had a funny way of making Ron read too far into things.

“Just sitting here is all,” Ron muttered trying to force his foggy brain to stop checking Zabini out and actually act like a normal, functioning person.It was difficult to do when he felt like he was coming undone under Zabini’s unwavering gaze.

“I’ll keep you company then,” Zabini said, his lips slowly parting into a smile. He strode over to the bench and sat down close enough to Ron for their shoulders and thighs to touch. Warmth radiated between them and that was enough to send Ron’s hyperactive, inebriated brain into overdrive thinking thoughts he definitely should not be thinking about with his crush literally right next to him.

Oh Merlin. The thought slammed into Ron with such force, he was vaguely reminded of when he and Harry had ran headfirst into a brick wall. Only this time, the realization wasn’t that the portal for Platform 9 ¾ had been closed, but that he had a crush! On a Slytherin!

“Oh fuck me,” Ron groaned miserably under his breath.

“Only if you’re offering,” came the instant reply.

Ron froze, realizing he’d said it out loud about the same time he’d realized what Zabini had said, his brain chugging along like The Little Engine That Could. Words couldn’t express how badly Ron wanted to get up and Disapparate on the spot and pray to whatever deities may exist that he splinched himself along the way. Merlin’s saggy tit how could he say something so stupid in front of Zabini!

“Oh relax,” Zabini laughed, knocking his shoulder against Ron’s to lighten the mood. He smiled again and Ron was pretty certain about two things.

Blaise Zabini had the most beautiful smile Ron had ever seen, gorgeous even.

His drunk brain was hellbent on embarrassing him.

“I was worried you had left,” Zabini said after a while of watching Ron internally self destruct.

It was driving Ron completely up a wall to be so close to him. He tried to convince himself it was just the drinks making him all hot and bothered but he knew it was a lie. It wasn’t the liquor making heat bloom across his face and down his neck either. And it certainly wasn’t the liquor’s fault he thought the way Zabini kept toying with his signet ring was positively adorable.

Gods. He needed to speak more words before he embarrassed himself so badly even an Obliviate wouldn’t be enough to wipe his shame from his memory.

“I doubt anyone would have cared if I left,” Ron threw out casually trying desperately to stop staring at Zabini’s long, slim fingers.

Zabini raised a eyebrow at him, as if to remind him that they were at a party for their respective best mates.

Sure, it was technically Harry and Draco’s housewarming party, but Ron had been over loads of times before they actually decided to celebrate. Hell, he’d even helped them find the damned place to begin with. Which hadn’t been easy because they were both so bloody picky. He’d definitely done his part as far as being a good friend was concerned.

“They would have gotten over it. At best, Harry would have sent me a Howler in the morning before I took a Pepper Up just to be a complete-”

Ron had fantasized about kissing a guy before. Okay, he had fantasized about kissing Zabini before but nothing could have prepared him for the real thing. Nothing could have prepared him for the softness of Zabini’s lips or the gentle but persistent way he dominated the kiss. It made Ron’s heart flutter. He never knew kissing someone could make him feel like this. The way Zabini’s fingertips caressed across the freckles on his cheek before resting so delicately against his face as his free arm snaked around his waist and held him close. It sent a shiver down Ron’s spine to be held so intimately by someone he’d wanted for so long.

Ron had wanted Zabini for far longer than he cared too admit.

Then, all too soon for Ron’s liking, Zabini pulled back and stared down at him with a satisfied little smirk on his face.

“What’s so funny?” Ron sounded way more childish than he meant to but he would blame that on the alcohol wholeheartedly.

Zabini’s smirked widened “I have been trying to get your attention all damn night, you silly, drunk, oblivious ginger.”

Oh.

Oh.

Ron’s cheeks were burning and he couldn’t blame that on the alcohol. He’d been so focused on ignoring Zabini all night he hadn’t even noticed he was being intentionally sought out. He felt butterflies flapping around in his stomach and he tried to keep them at bay, scooting a little closer to Zabini. “Should I kiss it better, then?” he asked,

“Better make it a long one,” was all Zabini got a chance to say before Ron was practically in his lap. Ron was definitely beginning to see why whiskey was called ‘liquid courage.’

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Living in London, all of your life should have made being late for a train an inexcusable crime. And while Juliet was not late - technically - because she didn’t miss the train, boarding instead it as steam started pouring forth, firmly closing the door behind herself as it began to pull out of the station... It had been very close. 

It suggested perhaps a certain lack of priority for the journey and... That suggestion was not entirely wrong. While Juliet knew she had to go to school - her reasons for not wanting to return had evolved over the summer. And it was beyond that of a teenager's normal apathy towards learning. 

Before her first year, when she had gotten her letter inviting her to attend Hogwarts - which explained a great deal of strangeness that had happened - she had not wanted to go. She had not wanted to leave her friends, her mother, her dance lessons to travel across the country and learn magic in what was essentially a boarding school (which sounded so incredibly posh and nobby it made her skin crawl). 

She had not been wrong - she had been sorted into a house where the other students seemed posh and nobby and all their families seemed to know each other and while - by coincidence only - her own lineage had not been touched upon (the question had just been raised - attention diverted - and luckily did not return) she quickly learned that it was a secret she’d need to keep. Nothing had quite hammered that home like her second year where she - and many other students - had lived in perpetual fear. 

Her fourth year had cemented her place as an actual friend of the four girls she shared a dormitory with - having always been hesitantly on the outskirts before - but it had also brought the news that a dark wizard had returned. The ramifications were not, perhaps, as clear as they could have been - she hadn’t been raised with the shadow of you-know-who (alternatively she had not read the daily prophet over the summer, choosing instead to wring every last second of enjoyment out of her time, and therefore was not aware of the quiet smear campaign against Potter, Dumbledore and the truth..) but she knew enough to know that she should be worried.

And returning to school allowed that worry to resurface from where she had buried it.

Also - with her mother absent that morning (she had a wedding on, which meant she was out the door before the sun rose) there was no one to nag her to get going even as the minutes ticked by.

She supposed, as the train pulled out and she fought briefly for her balance - she should try to find somewhere to sit. Pansy would likely be with Draco - but Milicent and the others would possibly not shun her should she find them... But that could take forever... 

So, she supposed, hoisting her trunk up - she better start looking or find someone else to sit with... She’d not gone far (three compartments, in fact, one filled with what looked like first years, one filled with red and gold wearing Gryffindors and one filled with what looked like seventh years) when she spotted a compartment - devoid of occupants save for one.

Five years of sharing classes and a common room with him meant she recognised Corvus - and knew his name - even if they weren’t exactly friends... He might be saving spaces for others, but if that was the case - well... He might know where the other girls were. Tapping on the glass of the door before sliding it open, she offered a small smile and a greeting. 

“Got room for one more?”

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