#he was literally like. hermione. you're cool and all but it's not the same as ron :

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Listen listen listen I don’t have an addiction I’m just a Ravenclaw who thinks Hermione is cool and Ron is cute ok I don’t have a problem (I probably do) but like I was imagining a couple months down the line when Ron and y/n are more comfortable they start hugging in public, Ron has his hand on y/n’s back when they’re walking together, etc, and Hermione’s like NOT IN MY WIZARDING ACADEMY and scares the everliving shit out of ron when his hand “wanders” a bit too low (again, a problem is likely)

Getting Handsy

Literally been having such a shitty week and these are what's keeping me alive- if you have a problem so do I.

I LOVE IT WHEN THEY GET ALL COMFY- like don't get me wrong, the awkward beginnings are adorable, but when they finally feel 100% comfortable with each other its so cute!

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Requested by: @mailmango

Ron Weasley x Male!Ravenclaw!Granger!Reader

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Dating (Y/N) had felt like a dream to Ron, and the same going for (Y/N). They had been dating for almost six months when they started doing more PDA in public. Holding hands, hugging, kissing, all of it.

Ron couldn't keep his hands off (Y/N), mostly because physical touch is his love language, but also because he felt comfort whenever he could feel his boyfriend.

It didn't bother (Y/N) in the slightest so they would often be seen doing PDA, much to Hermione's dismay.

It was the last week of school before summer break, and Ron was getting clingy. He couldn't stand not being able to see (Y/N) everyday and would miss him dearly, so he wasn't planning on missing an opportunity to love his boyfriend in person.

They were at one of the last quidditch games, Harry as seeker and Ron as keeper, against the Slytherins. After they'd won, everybody began crowding the Gryffindor team.

(Y/N) and Hermione decided to stand outside the crowd, choosing life over being trampled. Suddenly they saw Ron and Harry squeezing through the edge of the crowd and make their way towards them.

"Ron, Harry! You both did wonderfully!" (Y/N) congratulated, pulling Ron into a hug. Ron's hands went down to his waist, pulling him close as he returned it.

"Thanks, (Y/N), seems like practice payed off," Harry laughed, eyes darting around as if he was looking for somebody.

Hermione brushed off his shoulders and fixed his hair in a sisterly way, patting his cheek after. "It wasn't all practice, you've got talent that brought you the rest of the way."

Harry smiled down at her, "Thanks, 'Mione."

He started to whisper something to her and they walked a little ways off, not that Ron and (Y/N) minded.

Lips locked, they rocked back and forth in their spot, gentle kisses placed on each others lips. (Y/N) pulled back and peppered his face in kisses, causing a giggle to escape his lips.

When the kiss became more heated, Ron's hands started roaming (and so did (Y/N)'s).

"Weasley, get your hands off my brother and have some shame!" Hermione completely interrupted her conversation with Harry as she started storming towards the couple. "You are in the middle of the quidditch field for gods sake!"

Having the sense to look embarrassed, Ron broke off of (Y/N) at her shouting, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck.

"As much as I enjoyed that," (Y/N) whispered to Ron, "Hermione's right. You need to get cleaned up and head to dinner," he finished loud enough so they could all hear.

Running his hands down Ron's arms, he took hold of his hand and pulled him along to the castle, looking back and laughing at how red his face was.

They could hear Hermione scoff in disgust as she walked beside Harry, glaring at their joined hands.

"Didn't take you as the overprotective type, 'Mione," Harry thought aloud, finding amusement in what had happened.

"I just don't get why they constantly have to run off to snog every five minutes, much less do it in front of me. Ron's getting very cheeky with his hands," she hissed, squinting at the back of his head.

"You're still friends with him, right?" Harry seemed a touch concerned, realizing he hadn't payed much thought to how their relationships had been going (he'd been so focused on his own).

"That's what's so weird about it! He's completely normal whenever (Y/N) isn't around, maybe a bit gloomy, but tolerable. He usually doesn't talk to me about (Y/N) after I threatened to use an unforgivable curse on him-" Hermione shrugged nonchalantly before she was cut off.

"You what?" Harry guffawed, knowing (more like hoping) she was joking. "You threatened him?"

"He's dating my little brother! I had to do something," Hermione shot back, glaring indignantly at him.

"Alright, as an only child I can't argue with that. And you and (Y/N) still get on without Ron there?"

"Of course we do. We still fight, but we'd fight whether he's dating my friend or not."

"Don't they both seem happier together?" Harry speculated, watching Ron bump his shoulder into (Y/N)'s as they laughed about something he said.

Hermione watched them too, her shoulders deflating some. "I just don't want to watch him get hurt. Either of them, really," she admitted.

"It's not your responsibility to pick up after them, Hermione. If something happened between them- they're big boys. They can figure it out themselves. Don't get me wrong, you can still support them both and comfort them, but it wouldn't be your problem to solve. They got together just fine on their own, didn't they?" Harry lectured wisely.

Staring at him like he had two heads, Hermione shook hers, "Where'd you pull that from, Potter? I've never heard be you so emotionally mature before..."

Harry just shrugged, a blush warming his face.

"Ohhh... this is about-"

"Harry!" A voice called from behind them, making Harry look back. A smile brightened his face and he patted Hermione's shoulder.

"I'll see you guys later, save me a seat at the table!" And he was off.

Great, now she had to third wheel.

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That night Hermione stumbled sleepily down the common room stairs, rubbing her eyes awake. She'd woken up in the middle of the night and wanted to go down to the kitchens for something to eat.

The crackling of the fire threw her off, someone must've been down there. Creeping further out of the shadows Hermione saw who it was.

Asleep and tangled around each other on the couch was her brother and best friend. (Y/N) was on top of Ron, drool dripping onto Ron's shirt and legs intertwined. Ron was holding (Y/N) with a blanket thrown over them (their feet sticking out).

Hermione stopped for a moment, taking in the scene in front of her. Harry's words came back to her, and instead of worrying she smiled, pulling the blanket over their feet and adding a log to the fire.

Sneaking out quietly she made her way down to the kitchens, running into someone on the way there...

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Okay I'm giving Hermione one too, but it's gonna be a little different than these!

This one was oddly emotional?? Don't ask me why-

-Author Max <3

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[greenerteacups]

I'm "cool about Lionheart" in the same way Draco is "cool about his relationship with Hermione" in Lionheart, which is to say, not at all... it's freaking epic! You're doing an epic service to the Dramione fandom and you should know!

I want to ask so many questions about what's coming up in your rewrite of canon but I know that would be asking for spoilers so I won't...

Instead, as I'd also love to hear your thoughts on canon as this story is such an amazing canon rewrite, I want to ask at what point in canon, based on the way his character is portrayed, do you think Draco could have realistically had a turning point and switched sides / become friends with the trio / fallen in love with Hermione etc.? Or do you think that Draco in the original story wouldn't realistically be able to change enough for that to happen? I'd love to hear your thoughts on this as a Dramione fan and writer as I think it's something a lot of people struggle with with his character in canon.

this is such a wonderful ask! i am happy to discuss anything about the fic, and i will do my best to talk about its future without spoilers! questions are an indulgence for me, not a task. (fun fact about this question in particular: originally, when i was thinking of the idea for Lionheart, i wanted to do something with a draco-switching-sides rewrite starting around book 5 or 6, only to realize that the way I wanted to write draco in that fic just wouldn't be in-character without a lot of backstory that would be terribly clunky to try and exposit in media res. which prompted me to start thinking about ways that his character could be changed to reach that point, which made me think... you get the idea.)

To your point, I think Draco is a highly reluctant Death Eater — he's a pureblood supremacist, sure, but he's not dedicated to the cause or anything. mostly he's just a selfish fifteen-year-old kid who does what he's told and gets swept up in his parents' mistakes. if there's one thing about draco, it's that he does not make calls based on a moral compass: he makes calls based on what is best for Draco Malfoy, and possibly a very small circle of people beyond that (all of whom share his last name). it's one of the fundamental tenets of Draco's character: he's not a humanitarian. Even four years of relentless moral reformation in Lionheart can't really beat that out of him. It's just not how he thinks.

But that's actually a pretty convenient thing, if you want to start a redemption arc, because the thing is: if at any point the Order of the Phoenix had been able to offer Draco a better deal than the Death Eaters could, I think he'd have jumped on it. Draco does not want to be part of the war. he doesn't want his parents to be part of the war. arguably Lucius does, but by the time we see them in Book 6, both Narcissa and Lucius seem to be clearly horrified and regretful about the situation they've put themselves in. this is why I think fics like Disappearances and A Season for Setting Fires are such natural springboards for Draco's character — because both of their premises are fairly simple: "what if we just let Draco leave the Death Eaters?" That's all it takes! And that could happen at any time. Realistically, it probably wouldn't happen until Book 5 or 6, because that's the first time the Malfoys are actually called upon to serve Voldemort. But I think if anyone had been willing or able to put Draco in witness protection, he would've changed a lot as soon as he was removed from an environment where performing an earnest and violent belief in blood supremacy was literally necessary to his survival.

For instance, I've sometimes toyed with the idea of a canon divergence AU where Draco goes into Witness Protection at the end of Book 5 — Bending Light kind of has shades of this, though the sequel takes it in a very different direction — and ends up doing what he's doing for the first act of Disappearances, which is bumming around Grimmauld Place and basically annoying everyone until the horcrux hunt kicks in and his Black lineage creates a pretext to haul him along on the quest. That kind of environment is really easy to do redemption arcs in, because the characters are in a constant pressure cooker of stress and hormones and near-death experiences, which will trauma-bond the fuck out of them really quickly and get them fairly comfortable having Big Conversations after like, the third or fourth time they save each other's lives. It also makes for a much easier environment to fall in love, because it removes them from the normal context of Hogwarts and pureblood society and makes the stakes of socializing across class/House lines much, much lower — both for Hermione and for Draco. In fact, talking about this has kind of made me realize why Disappearances is such an incredible fic for me; I think it's possibly the most realistic Draco arc I've ever read. But anyway, if it were to happen earlier, then I think it would have to be outside the Hogwarts context — or maybe a Hogwarts where Draco's not in Slytherin. (Hey, speaking of which...)

#greenteacup asks #dramione

[retvenkos]

am i slowly turning into a harry girl because of that one time you shipped me with him? yes, yes i am-

omg,,,, this has the exact same energy as me stanning percy weasley because you shipped me with him, once. i love that for us,,,,, but honestly, harry is who you deserve, cass.

#mutuals #asks #i mean..... you and harry would just fit so nicely together! it kind of gives me harry x hermione vibes but with the added fact that #harry actually likes you a whole lot. #because side note but my main beef with harry x hermione is that in the books harry didn't like spending lots of time with hermione #he was literally like. hermione. you're cool and all but it's not the same as ron :/ #so that's why i can't ship it tbh #BUT BACK TO YOU #you have the same studious vibes and you have the sweetness of movie!hermione and you also have so much of #book 1 harry's wonder! you truly believe this world is amazing and those are the vibes i'm manifesting for harry so......

[forthehpfanboys]

Broken Stitches

Pair: Hermione Granger x Reader; he/him.

Summary: Hermione usually gripes about your dirty clothes being everywhere.

Warnings: SMUT (MDI), oral (female receiving)

Smut Prompt 40: “Is that my (shirt/uniform/jersey- this has so much potential it hurts)?”

Notes: I have never written hetero smut before so I’m starting off light (please go easy on me, I'm trying). I’m gonna save the big smut for the next request. Lowkey think this is terrible but uh, ya know. And word count wise? This should probably be a fic but I got carried away-

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Usually, when you leave clothes around, Hermione nagged about it. She’d grumble for hours- literal hours- about how you have a dirty clothes basket for a reason, how she’s not your mom and shouldn’t have to clean it up, even though your dorm is shared with a bunch of dudes who each treat it like their person clothes bin, and literally no one asked her to clean it up.

Lately, she’s been quiet. She hasn’t been shrieking or nagging or threatening to hex you unless you clean it, she’s been leaving it be, which was very uncharacteristic for your girlfriend. Another weird thing was that your quidditch jersey was completely missing and you needed it for the game coming around. You asked everyone in your dorm, and not a single one knew where it ran off too.

It wasn’t until you walked into her own shared dorm and saw Hermione laying across her bed, reading a book… In your quidditch jersey, which looked cleaner than usual. You stared at the baggy shirt laying against her skin. You couldn’t see the title of the book, but you could tell by the white cover and the big cursive red letters that it was clearly a romance novel- and it was getting to the good part, you could tell because she kept shifting her legs and pressing her thighs together.

“Babe?”

Hermione almost jumped out of her skin. She slammed the book shut and shoved it under the blanket, crossing her arms over her chest. She quickly looked over at you, the heat spreading across her cheeks like a typhoon of red. Her bubblegum pink tongue dragged across her lips quickly, her knees coming up to her chest.

"Oh, hey, love! How-um-how are you?" Hermione smiled, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear. She was blushing, you could see it in the dim light of her dorm. No one else was in the room-- the rest of the girls opted for spending quality time together in the warm spring air.

"Is that my jersey?" You asked, pointing at the loose (h/c) t-shirt clinging onto her chest. She stammered over a reply, her cheeks brightening in color when your point drifted to the rectangular shape hidden under the blankets. "And are you reading porn?"

"It isn't porn!! It's a romantic novel filled with drama and heart stopping romance suitable for any young witch!" She huffed out, crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes stared into yours.

"That may be true, but.. Does it have porn in it?" You smirked, leaning against one of the four posts holding together her bed.

Her jaw dropped at your cocky tone and said, "No! It's romance, (Y/n)! A man like you wouldn't understand."

"Really, cupcake? That hurts my feelings." You let out a laugh, watching her with dark eyes as she stretched her legs out. "So, you're not wet because of the story right now?"

"(Y/n)!!" Hermione picked up her pillow and threw it at you, but you managed to catch it and threw it back.

"What? Is it so bad to check on my baby girl?" You were grinning again-- her thighs kept rubbing together and her hands gripped the end of the blanket. You could practically smell her arousal.

"Fine! Yes! It has porn in it! Bugger off!" Hermione squealed, putting the pillow back into place behind her back so she didn't have to look at you.

"That's all I wanted to hear, lovely." you pulled out your wand. You shut the door, locked it and used a silencing charm all at once before throwing the stick off to the side and gripping the thick, red blanket

Yanking the blanket off the bed, and haphazardly throwing it to the ground, you crawled onto the foot of the bed and grabbed her ankles. You tugged her closer and ignored her squeal due to the sudden movement. From the fast bounce of her tits and the bare skin that got exposed as the jersey rode up when her body slid toward you, you could tell she was naked, except for one thin, piece of fabric.

You licked your lips, trailing your hands up her legs to her smooth thighs. You felt pure excitement when her legs naturally fell open, exposing the thin piece to you. It was hiding just one of your favorite features of her and it had a small wet patch right in the middle.

"Merlin, 'Mione.. You know just how to get me goin', don't you?" You spoke up, watching her face carefully as her eyebrows furrowed and her lip became trapped between her teeth. She gave you a nod, a few fuzzy strands of her hair falling into her vision. "Planned this yourself, didn't you?"

She nodded again, reaching for the end of the jersey and began to pull it up to her chest, revealing what you already knew. Her skin was bare. You saw her nipples harden from the cool breeze in the room and groaned again.

"My pretty girl. My wonderful darling, fuck." you laid yourself flat on your stomach after spreading her legs and your eyes were magically drawn to the wet spot against her panties.

Without hesitation, you dragged your tongue along her cloth covered sex, a needy groan leaving your lips at her taste. It was a flavor you had no issue devouring whenever she asked. You pulled her thighs farther apart, your nails digging into the flesh with another drag of your tongue. Her soft whined didn't go unnoticed, either. You raised yourself up, dragging your panties down with your teeth before sliding your hands to her pretty pussy lips.

Your thumbs carefully spread them so you could watch her walls clench around nothing. Another needy groan left you when her clit throbbed and you immediately latched your lips onto it, enjoying her squeal of surprise. Your eyes locked with hers and your own sex twitched against the mattress. Her eyes were completely fucked out- pupils swallowing irises the same way you ate her out.

Your tongue dove into her deeper expertly forcing a strangled moan from Hermione's lips. Your eyes fell half shut when your legs wrapped around your head but your tongue kept up a strong pace inside of her. Your hand not putting pressure against her clit went around to her ass, grabbing a cheek in hand and giving it a squeeze. The thumb on her clit began to draw those strong circles again and you enjoyed the way she bucked up into your face.

Her hands tugged at your hair in a feverous attempt to either get away from the onslaught of pleasure or get more. She moaned your name again with her thighs shaking around your head. You let out a moan, your own hips dragging across the sheets to give your hard on some relief, before you pulled your tongue free.

You dragged it across the folds once, twice, three times before spitting on her clit. The gasp she made was worth it. Your thumb went back to work while her head went back against the pillows. "That good, huh, darling?"

"Shut it." She moaned, her shin pulled you closer, practically forcing your face against her. You smirked against her before attaching to her clit again. It didn't take her long to cum--especially when you were humming against her. You helped her ride out her orgasm and pulled off with a chuckle once the overstimulation set in.

The only sound in the room was her frantic panting. She pulled the jersey back down and you carefully pulled her panties up after licking her clean.

"How do you do that?" Her voice was soft and winded, but it brought you joy. You smiled and kissed her knee.

"Magic, love." You did jazz hands at her, ignoring the way she rolled her eyes. You let out a giggle and sat up. If it wasn't for her pointing it out, you would've forgotten about your dick throbbing between your legs.

"Need help with that?" Hermione was already trying to put her chaotic hair into a ponytail- who were you to refuse a queen of what she wants?

"Yes, please."

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[ubemango]

Year after year (after tear after tear)

note 1: I wrote this last semester after watching deathly hallows for the one hundredth time... I got mad that Ron/Hermione were a thing instead of Harry/Hermione ANYWAY that’s not the point of the fic but U know that feel when Ron/Lavender were together and Hermione was crying the whole time??? Yeah that’s the point of this fic. Also based off a drabble I didn’t reupload; this is the revamped version ig

+ thank you Luna and Miss Minnie for helping me out and reading through this <3

note 2: “Ella will u ever write anything other than college au” Nope die mad about it

PAIRING. jeongguk/being in love, reader/crying, taehyung/being a good friend:( GENRE. sad romance. it’s college angst RATED. T WORD COUNT. 3.4k WARNINGS. I don’t mean it. SUMMARY. Taehyung just wants you to have a good birthday.

let me go, let me stay, let me live in oblivion...

cehryl, sway

(1) 

He doesn’t even need to say she’s there. It’s the same succession of movement every time: his spine will go rigid, then his eyes will light up. Maybe he’ll twiddle his thumbs under the table too. He fidgets like he is.

“I really like her,” Jeongguk sighs.

“That’s good,” you answer.

You stab at the margins of your notebook with your pen. Taehyung doesn’t say anything. He sits across you, unwounded and wholly unbothered, taking another bite of his messy sandwich. At least he cares enough to send you a look that says he understands your vexation.

“Why don’t you go talk to her then?” Taehyung says.

Jeongguk fidgets a little more. He sends another forlorn look past Taehyung’s shoulders. “She hasn’t texted me back.”

“When’d you text her?”

“Like two hours ago.”

“Hmph,” Taehyung grumbles. Instantly you think of Jeongguk waking up with the urgent need to text Jieun. You resist making the disturbed noise that itches at your throat.

“Maybe she’s just too busy,” Jeongguk argues.

“Well she is carrying a billion textbooks,” you chime in. And you’re not wrong. Jieun stands near the pizza station, contemplating lunch choices with the burdens of fourth-year organic chemistry and animal physiology in her tiny hands. She’s dainty in that pretty way. If you had the gall, you’d be green with jealousy, but even you can’t deny her charm.

“Maybe I’ll go help her—“

Taehyung slams his hands across the table on his arm. “Do not.”

“She’s so cute.” Jeongguk resigns, sitting back down.

If you were kinder to yourself, you’d excuse your presence for the sake of finding solace in your homework elsewhere. There’s a weird mixture of pity and rapture that keeps you glued to your seat though; while you loathe to sit out one more second of Jeongguk foaming at the mouth for annoyingly-pretty-Jieun, there’s also the anchor in your heart that weighs you right back down to him. 

In a less metaphoric translation: he cut his hair and he looks really good.

“So are you… talking talking?” Taehyung asks through mushy bread.

“Sorta,” Jeongguk says. “I mean—she and I talk through Snap.”

“Does she save your messages?”

“Nope.”

“Jesus,” Taehyung says again.

“I do,” Jeongguk interjects.

“Christ.” Taehyung snorts. “Do you guys have any classes together?”

“A-level anthropology. She needed it for her degree requirement.”

It makes sense. “So she was the fourth year you had to talk to for group discussion,” you recall.

“Yeah.”

“And now you’re in love with her.” (Taehyung gives you a sharp stare.)

“Well—sure,” Jeongguk replies. “I don’t know. She’s cool. The other day she was watching a stream of someone playing Resident Evil and my heart was so—big for her.”

You scrunch your nose. He says this like you didn’t come over the second it came out and took turns playing it with him but you won’t bring it up. “Cute,” you say instead.

“Oh.” You watch his phone light up on the table. “It’s—she messaged me back.”

Jeongguk stays preoccupied tapping furiously on his screen. Taehyung finishes his sandwich with a gulp, offering you one more glance of understanding. Your chest hurts.

(2)

There’s a movie playing in the student lounge tonight. Some high-definition, revolutionary take on pop culture you haven’t watched the trailer for yet. It’s Jeongguk who invites you.  

He’s saved you a seat next to him on the couch, buttered popcorn hot on his lap. “You’re late,” Jeongguk complains when you fall into the cushion next to him.

“I don’t like movies.”

“But you like me.”

You know it’s a joke. But offence comes in the form of a shiver that runs right down your back, and if he was any closer he probably would have felt it. “Sure,” you answer instead. “Taehyung not here yet?”

“Nah.” He tips the bucket in your direction in offering, and you scoop a handful of kernels. “He had some band rehearsal or something. He’ll probably come later.”

The opening scenes drone into a buzz you pay half-attention to. A lot of people are here tonight, and the convention of silence isn’t something they really care about because you can barely hear what you’re not even trying to listen to. Jeongguk groans. “So loud,” he says.

You shrug. “Are you sad about that?”

“Shut up.” He clicks his tongue. Spreads his legs and leans back attractively, and you cross your legs to distract yourself from the sudden track of desire that makes a course through your head. Literally any boy could do the same douchey thing and you’d find it gross, but Jeongguk was never any boy. Jeongguk is clumsy and knocks his knees against yours and apologizes quick under his breath, and you notice he hasn’t looked at you once.

You don’t put it past him. You probably shouldn’t be so preoccupied with your messy love life when the one it concerns is right next to you. But it’s easy to get lost in the lull of the movie you’re not here for, seeking out Jeongguk’s presence, because it’s what you do when you don’t care about the consequences.

You turn to him when he nudges your shoulder.

“Hey,” he whispers. 

“Yeah?”

“I see Jieun.”

Of course he sees Jieun. You know how it works. The signal that blares the second you notice something’s right about the room, your periphery shrinking into the one thing, and it was Jeongguk sitting on this couch. You didn’t even need to search for him because he was just there. Now Jieun is just there and and you’re here but not to Jeongguk. 

Never for Jeongguk.

You nod in agreement. “Yeah. Up front?”

“Mhm.”

The glow of the screen surrounds her, almost like she’s some holy deity. Trust Jieun to make the back of her head just as pretty as her face. There’s bitterness, but there’s also acceptance, and that’s what’s mashing at your insides. “She’s alone,” you remark.

“She says she likes going to the movies here,” Jeongguk says, and it clicks.

“So you’re here for her.”

He scratches his chin, frowning. “I—maybe. Yeah,” he flounders.

You're quiet for the sake of being polite, but a million derisive words jumble quiet in your head. Like you’d said earlier, you don’t even like movies. But it meant an hour and a half of wondering if his thigh would touch yours. An amalgamation of all the sweetest things you could imagine happening in this two-seater, and he won’t spare you one glance. 

You find your words before you start floundering, too. “So are you gonna talk to her?”

“I want to.”

“You should if you want to.”

“I just—“ he pauses when the dialogue continues loudly on-screen— “I… have a question.”

“Sure.”

“Friend to friend.” Your insides freeze up. For a strange couple seconds, you contemplate laughing. “I just—I feel so clueless. I like her a lot but it feels like it’s going nowhere. One second I’m texting her and it really seems like it’s going somewhere and then she doesn’t talk to me for two days.”

“Sounds rough,” you offer. 

“It’s annoying. I don’t know. I mean we’re nowhere near exclusive but I’m still sorta hurt, y’know? Is it—is it wrong for me to feel like that? Am I allowed to feel this sad?”

Jeongguk takes the pause for your initial thoughts to dump a handful of popcorn in his mouth. You both stare forward, and you know who he’s looking at. “Is that your question?” You mumble.

“Yeah.”

You stick your hand in the bucket. Jeongguk takes his hand out. “You’re allowed to be sad.”

“Hm,” he huffs.

“It’s a bad feeling—like you’re going somewhere with someone when you really aren’t,” you continue. You bring your knees up to your chest, and if your shoes scuff the couch you don’t really care. “It’s not your fault. I get it. You get the—the hope that she’ll keep talking to you, because if she’s not then it feels like she doesn’t care, right? And it all just blows up in your face when you don’t talk but when you do it feels good again. You know. Like a cycle.”

Jeongguk nods fast. “A dumb cycle,” he snorts, and you can’t help but agree.

“You’ll be fine,” you say.

“Thanks.” He bumps his elbow against yours in an effort to lighten up the mood. “You know. Whoever you end up with? They’re really lucky.”

Ouch. That’s literally the last thing you’d planned on hearing tonight, but you’ll take it anyway. “You’re too nice to me.”

“I mean it!”

“Thanks.” You’ve never doubted his sincerity—never will. But when it works against your favour, it’s hard to hide being terse. Especially when you have nothing left to say. 

On-screen, a couple shares a passionate kiss.

“I don’t like this movie,” you decide.

Jeongguk hums. “Sorry.”

The moment is done. You had come for loveless possibilities; watched them disintegrate with every word Jeongguk spoke. The rational part of your brain reminds you it isn’t his fault. 

It’s always yours.

“You should go sit with her,” you encourage.

“Really?”

If Jeongguk’s trying to hide his excitement, it’s not working. He sucks in his bottom lip. Something he does when he’s contemplating anything nerve-wracking, and with the awful feeling stabbing your stomach, you remember how hard it is to forget the small things about him. “Go. I’ll save this seat for Taehyung.”

“Alright,” he resolves. He hands you the popcorn bucket. Gives you one last hopeful look and bounds off to the front without warning. 

You watch him whisper to get Jieun's attention. She adjusts fast, it seems—he slides in the couch right next to her in an instant. When his shoulder touches hers, your heart shatters.

Taehyung doesn’t show up. When the movie’s done, Jeongguk and Jieun are nowhere to be seen. 

At least you got the popcorn to yourself.

(3)

“You’re such a masochist,” Taehyung declares.

“Maybe.”

"Stop talking to him."

"Stop talking to our best friend?" No one really comes to the library on weekends. It's a void you signed up to volunteer in, shelving books in peace. But this time Taehyung insisted he come by to help you out. Really he'd just felt bad that he couldn't make it to movie night last week, and he'd listened to the failed outcome with kind ears—and unkind advice. "I can't just—do that."

"I mean like taking a friendship break," he suggests. You hand him the generous weight of a British literature anthology to slot in. "What the fuck. This is so heavy. Anyway go join a club or something. Distract yourself."

"So much work."

"Yeah but would you rather die every time J-word comes around?" Taehyung frowns when you push the trolley ahead without him. "Priorities. Priorities!"

His volume is a touch higher than the acceptable whisper, and you make sure his foot falls victim to the sudden stop of the wheels. He grumbles when it scuffs his shoe. "It's not easy!" You scold tightly.

"Neither is sticking around him all the time! It's been three years. We graduate soon. And I don't want to sound mean, but you need to deal with all of this better."

What he means? An honest effort. What you take from it? Nothing, because dealing with it means confronting your feelings with a rationality you don't have. You'll never be poised enough for that. 

"It's not easy," you repeat.

You're getting restive, rifling through the spines of books with unsteady hands. You want to blame the coffee you had before coming in, but the more you succumb to Taehyung's comfort, the more you unravel. He does nothing but watch now. "Are you okay?" He asks. "Like really?"

Easy question. You still hesitate. "Nope."

He sighs like he didn't want that answer. "It's been a long time, huh."

Of what, he doesn't say. He doesn't need to. You know what the context is—Jeongguk became a constant the minute you'd exchanged hellos in first year. Your friendship was never an extravagant affair: just something you'd pursued with no romantic prompt whatsoever, because statistics isn't the easiest for people who are only doing it for the credit. He's always been good at easy things.

It's all about happenstance. How saying hi to a kind face in a cold classroom means unfolding three years worth of tumult. You think of all the fairytales you’ve lived: fifth-grade harbingers of cheek kisses, high school promises that would bring you to the ends of the Earth. Now, a lost cause, because college isn’t grounds for fair endings, and the authors of your fate are not kind. How easy it would be to just pick it up and shove it along with the other books you push into the shelf.

You can't help but mirror Jeongguk's anguish. "I'm stupid," you confess, rounding the next aisle to crouch and stock the bottom of the bookcase. 

Taehyung hums. "You're not."

"It's my fault."

"It's not your fault," he argues. "You're just good at loving someone. But that doesn't mean it feels good. Don't be mad when I say what I'm about to say."

"Okay," you caution.

"Sometimes I want to punch your head," Taehyung explains. He tuts when you make a target of his ankle with the hardcover in your hand. "You know? Pinch the I love Jeongguk nerves till they go away."

"You're very nice.”

He runs a hand along the spines of the history of the Middle Ages. "I just don't like seeing you so hurt all the time,” he says. He walks on ahead wordlessly. You stare at the boring carpet of the floor, and think of how nice it is to have Taehyung as a friend.

(3.9)

There’s something particularly amazing about the drive to do well in school: the hyper-sensitive awareness of your dwindling sense of self, because late nights and dehydration have pretty much become personal traits at this point. You’ll look online for ways to do self-care later. It’s a fatalistic time of year, studying for exams. Maybe you should straighten your back, but no one’s in your room to scold you this late at night.

It takes two seconds past midnight for Taehyung to bulldoze through your text notifications.

[12:00:02 AM] taehyubg: HAPPY

[12:00:04 AM] taehyubg: BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [12:00:09 AM] taehyubg: Sorry u have to study about profit margins or whatever [12:00:15 AM] taehyubg: Take it easy 👌🏼

[12:00:30 AM] You: thank you :)

[12:00:38 AM] You: fhdfkjhsfkjf i’m tired!!!!! buy me coffee tomorrow as ur gift

[12:01:09 AM] taehyubg: Yeah

[12:01:13 AM] taehyubg: Maybe

[12:01:15 AM] taehyubg: :P

[12:01:29 AM] taehyubg: Ok I’ll let u study. Seriously though. good luck!

[12:01:40 AM] You: thank u:) again lol

You lay your phone down flat. Too many temptations to consider if you keep the screen within your periphery, but that doesn't stop you from leaving the ringer on.

In the thoughtless state of staring at your loopy handwriting, you think of Jeongguk.

Maybe he’s hunched over his desk, too. Contemplating his own writing, because they’re incomprehensible and he’s too proud to give up the faux-cursive he’s learned for fast lecturers. 

Or maybe he’s lying down in bed, considering sleep with tired eyes. Maybe he listens to the ticking of his clock. The seconds trailing past midnight, and maybe, you hope, maybe it’s still too early, because he's never forgotten your birthday before.

The shrieks of your phone scratching the wood on your desk ring loud. You try not to sink into sad possibilities. So you grab for it, and the split second before you swipe, you see Jeongguk’s face, and you sigh in relief. 

“Hi,” his voice filters through the line. "Is it—am I too late? Is it late?"

"No. Not at all," you answer a little more breathlessly than you want to let on.

"Oh. Cool. Ha. How—how are you?"

Not an uncommon greeting but you thought—”I’m good."

"Good. You're studying too right? You have your exam tomorrow?"

"So you just called to check on me?"

"Sure."

"Ah. Okay," you whisper. 

"Actually, no—I. I called because I just wanted someone to talk to. If that's okay."

The screen is strikingly cold on your hot cheek. If you focus hard enough, the atoms inside you might collide faster and burst into complete hysterics. You think the drama is warranted. 

Of course he forgot your birthday. 

"It's fine,” you mumble. “Are you okay?"

"I just—ahhh… Just nervous is all. Jieun, she—we’re seeing another movie tomorrow night, so."

"Well you're just watching a movie."

"Yeah but. I don't know. I don't have you, this time."

You could analyze the irony of that sentence but then you'd really explode. The softness of his words are stifling. "Sorry."

"I just want it to be perfect," he says.

"That's good."

Jeongguk makes a rough noise. Stretching, probably. "Are you sure I'm not calling too late?"

"Positive," you answer. Rigid in your posture, like how he changes his stance when he sees Jieun. Now, you don't really see anything. Just the blur of the oddities of your messy notes and the very real truth of the boy who knows nothing, sitting in his room, oblivious to the pounding of your heart. Your head. It hurts to keep your eyes open.

"Cool. Thanks," he sighs. "Thanks for—uh. Listening. I keep talking about... her. Don't I?"

"Yeah, but. We can't help who we like, can we."

"Right."

Tonight he talks about her pretty fingernails, and her shiny hair. The buzzing in your ears cuts him off thirty minutes into the phone call. You think you might convince yourself to spew the polemic sitting ugly under your tongue, so you bid him a hasty goodbye with the excuse of covering content you haven't gotten to yet. 

He hangs up first. You feel much, much older. 

(4)

There’s a bench on the east side of campus, across the iron statue of a revered professor. It’s decorated with a dandelion flower crown. A bird alights on its head. Taehyung meets you with a medium coffee, and a muted smile. 

"You did good," he says. 

You give him an attempt at a grateful look. Today, nothing sits right: the exam was hellish, and the skin of your ring finger throbs red from writing too hard. The loom of your headache threatens a siege but you sip at the heat of your coffee before you can think about it. “Thanks.”

Taehyung sighs into his seat. “Nice weather,” he jokes. He points at the chubby swallow currently chirping high noises of delight. “It’s saying happy birthday.”

“That’s cute.”

“Speaking of a little birdie,” he clears his throat, “heard our little fledgling was psyched for another date soon.”

You are very aware. And it’s not like he had to be cautious about bringing the subject up—Taehyung’s as much of an insider about Jeongguk’s love life as much as you are victim. Friendship codes are complicated. Taehyung knows how much you hurt. “He called me last night.”

“He did?”

“Oh yeah. Told me all about how he wanted everything to be perfect,” you recall. You feel the daggers of Taehyung’s gaze on your face. “I—I don’t know anything anymore.”

He shrugs. “You’re smart.”

“He didn’t remember it was my birthday.”

“So did you remind him?”

“No,” you admit.

“You’re smart,” Taehyung repeats. “Letting him get all in his head. Makes his downfall that much better.”

You take refuge in his aggressive comfort, the dying warmth of the cup in your hands. The grip you have, tightens. “So what I’m hearing is that you’re on my side.”

“I don’t give a fuck about Jieun this, Jieun that.” He clicks his teeth. “Maybe I do. I don’t know. But if all that it does is make you so small like this…”

The swallow has been pecking at the professor’s glasses. It takes a moment to reflect, twisting its neck in a robotic staccato. Then it flies off. Up, up—flapping and struggling, and it soars right past the windows of the student lounge.

Jeongguk and Jieun make a very pretty pair waiting in line for free popcorn. Taehyung lets you squeeze his arm.

“Is it supposed to feel like this?” You falter in the question. 

“No,” he says. He accepts your tears with his hard shoulder. “It shouldn’t. But happy birthday anyway.”

#bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #bts #jungkook #ubemango fic #f: year after year

[malfoymania]

LOYALTIES | 2 | D.M

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CHAPTER TWO

LILY KINGSLEY

"Are you going to come and do the next charms essay with us?" Hermione asks me as we leave our last lesson.

"She wishes. She's got detention with Malfoy" Ron smirks. Harry's standing next to him trying to suppress a giggle, but fails. I groan and throw my head back.

Hermione is quick to shut him up, smacking him with her potions book. "Ronald be quiet, or I'll find a way for you to join them."

Both boys raise their eyebrows and quickly stop their sniggering.

"I'll join you guys later. Wish me luck." They all shoot me sympathetic looks before I turn and head to Flitwick's room.

As I walk, I can't help but rewatch the events that played out earlier in my head.

"Oi, Potter! Who did you have to suck off in the Ministry to let you walk free then?"

Harry, Hermione and I are walking towards the great hall for breakfast when we hear the one voice it's too early to deal with.

"Fuck off Malfoy." Harry responds, still walking trying to not acknowledge his presence.

"I expect there's a cell in Azkaban with your name on it."

I can normally take it when Malfoy has something to say about me, but I can't stand when he has something bad to say about my friends. I turn on my heel and stomp up to the boy and he stops in his tracks.

"Will you fucking stop talking for once? Literally no one wants to hear what you have to say."

I try to stand tall against him, but he always seems to have grown every time we have an altercation.

He sucks in a breath and his mates laugh and do the same. I give them a glare and even though they'd never admit it, they had a look of fear in their eyes. As they should.

"I don't recall anyone asking for your opinion Kingsley." Malfoy folds his arms and tilts his head to the side. He's trying to mock me.

"Well have it. Maybe fucking learn from it too." I spit back, his eyes lighting up at the response he's getting.

"Bite me Kingsley" he smirks, leaning forward trying to intimidate me. Just you fucking wait.

"Come on Lily, don't waste your breath on him" Harry mumbles, taking my hand ready to pull me away.

"Go on off you go, back to the house we'd all rather you be in."

That's when I snap. I lurch forward ready to grab Malfoy by the collar, but Harry grabs me and holds me back before I can. I'm struggling in Harry's grip when the blonde stumbles back in shock, bumping into Professor McGonagall as she is walking past.

"You two, my office. Now."

I lean back against the cold brick wall that's just outside of Flitwicks room. I'm tired, hungry, and sick of wearing uniform and detention with Malfoy is not going to help.

"Kingsley. We meet again."

I slowly open my eyes and see the smirking blonde i've been dreading since first period.

"Don't talk to me Malfoy." I stand up slightly taller, not wanting him to see that I'm tired. If he knows i'm tired, he'll think i'm weak. If he thinks i'm weak, he'll taunt me more.

He chuckles slightly as Flitwick opens his door. The professor has boxes in his arms filled with books.

"Come in you two. I need to go and run these back to the library, so I'm hoping I can trust you both to carry on from where you left off reading this morning?"

We both nod and head into the classroom. I take a seat in the far left corner trying to keep my distance from Malfoy. He follows me and sits on the table next to mine, obviously. If he can find a way to piss me off he will.

"There's at least 30 chairs in this classroom. Why would you chose the one closest to mine?" I snarl, pulling out my book.

"I thought we weren't talking."

His quick response angers me. Purely because he didn't answer me, it was quick thinking and now I can't think of a response.

I scoff and try to ignore the fact that he just took a small win by having the last word. At least this might mean he stays quiet for the hour that's ahead of us.

"You're pretty feisty by the way Kingsley. I actually thought you were going to lamp me one earlier."

Oh here we go.

I don't look at him, but I can feel his stare burning into me. It feels really weird it just being him and not having the rest of his crew lingering behind. He's alone and still an asshole. There's no hope for some people.

"Yeah? Well I would have if Harry didn't hold me back."

"Sure." I hear the creak of his chair, indicating that he's leaning back in it. I don't move my head but I move my eyes to see that his feet are resting up on the table.

"Don't fool yourself Malfoy, you nearly shit yourself when you thought I was going to."

"Nah, I actually thought it was kinda hot."

My head snaps up and I look at him for the first time since we entered the room. His hair is resting against his eyebrows, floppy and messy.  He looks so at ease. Cocky. Me on the other hand am getting increasingly hot and red. A mess.

"I beg your pardon?"

"What Kingsley? Can't take a compliment?" He pushes the gum he's chewing on against his cheek and bites his tongue, adding to the cheeky demeanour that I hate so much.

"Not from you, no."

"Why not?"

"You're horrible Draco. Nice things don't come out of your mouth."

He smiles when I say that. More sincere than before.  "What?" I snap. I'm trying to stay cool but it's not working. I'm not sure if my heartbeat is quickening or has stopped completely, but either way I don't like it.

"I've never heard you call me Draco before." He says with a slight softness unlike before.

My head spins slightly. I run a hand through my hair whilst trying to ignore the flutter that I just felt in my stomach.

"Well it's your name isn't it?"

He doesn't respond this time, he just looks at me before pulling out his book and turning to the right page. I look back down at the parchment in front of me, but I'm reading the same line over and over again whilst my head keeps replaying what just happened. The silence in the room is quite frankly making me feel sick.

I don't dare look up for the rest of the detention. Flitwick arrived back into the room a few moments after the painful silence fell between Draco and I, meaning he couldn't say anything else to make me sweat profusely or blunder up my words.

By the time it turns 6pm, we're both dismissed.  I take as long as I can to put my book in my bag, leaving enough time for Draco to leave the room before me. Once I hear his footsteps fade into the corridor I head to to door too. The whole hour that I was supposed to be reading, not one word actually processed in my head. All I could hear was Draco calling me hot. To say it was disturbing is an understatement.

"That was fun."

I let out a yelp as a tall figure emerges from next to the classroom door. It's Malfoy.

"Merlin! Don't do that Malfoy." I seethe, trying to catch my cool again whilst tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I hear him chuckle which infuriates me even more, but I ignore him and carry on walking trying to follow McGonagall's advice.

"Oh come one Kingsley! Was I not good company?" He asks, following me down the corridor.

"No you were not. Now leave me alone." I spit.

"Wait Kingsley, hang on" Malfoy's hand lightly grabs ahold of my shoulder making me stop in my tracks. His eyes are looking directly into mine. They're holding less cheek than before; now they're softer- warmer, even.

Before he gets chance to continue, Goyle and Blaise call for the blonde haired boy from down the corridor. The look that was in his eyes only moments ago disappears and now hold pure ice and darkness.

"It wasn't hot, it was psycho behaviour. Don't try and threaten me again" he growls lowly, but loud enough for the two boys to hear as they approach.

"How was detention with with Slytherdor?" Goyle asks, mock dripping from his words.

"Horrendous. I can't even bare the thought of spending anymore time with her." Draco mumbles whilst turning away from me. The persona he was acting out right now was not what I had just witnessed in detention, and i'm not sure which confused me more; the way he was acting in Flitwicks classroom, or how quickly he was able to switch to the Malfoy we all know and definitely don't love.

In any other situation I'd be able to fire a witty remark back, but in the current moment i'm in too much shock and confusion of what just happened to even think about fabricating a response. Instead i'm left standing there speechless watching the three boys pace away, with Draco's peculiar gesture burning into my skin.

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[0606-hyuck]

nct dream as your best friends

hellabts? i don’t know her lol. in this house we support nct.

this is probably one of my most favourite things i've ever posted tbh, this was so fun to make and i could have made them way longer but i suppose there may be a 2.0 version in the future. i tried to make it a best friends version but honestly it could also be “nct dream as your boyfriend” lol anyway enjoy!

ps i also tried to make it as gender neutral as possible so please tell me if i've accidentally used a female pronoun :)

masterlist: here!

MARK

you probably wouldn't hang out often bc you’re both busy 

but you’re still super close friends

he would message you every five minutes to tell you what he was currently doing

you're his #1 hype man/woman and this would definitely make him blush

he 100% had a very obvious crush on you and no one would be surprised if he still does

gets super shy when the members ask about you

he just thinks you're so great 

whenever someone asks him what he likes about you he just goes speechless because there's so many things he could list

lowkey writes you letters about how much he appreciates you but never gives them to you because he thinks you'll find them weird or silly

when you were first introduced to haechan you thought he'd hate you lol 

but he respects that you've been there for mark when he couldn't be and he knows that mark would be devistated if his two best friends didn't get along

lowkey like to gang up with haechan to tease mark

so he knows he’s in trouble if you’re hanging out with haechan

“nooo haechan is corrupting you! he’s turning you into the devil!1!1″

always sharing food with you, will go out of his way to buy you snacks and act like it wasn't a big deal even if he had to go far to get you said snacks

likes sharing his headphones/music with you because you're always enthusiastic to hear what new tunes he's listening to lately

also shares his class notes with you even if he doesn't understand the content

he will literally write notes in his best pen and make them look pretty because he knows that you'll ask to see his notes lol

RENJUN

always teases you about not having a boyfriend/girlfriend even though he’s single himself like boi what

"look, that person looks nice, why don't you go say hi? or, even better, i can be your wingman and introduce you to them!"

bad idea, don't let renjun be your wingman. not only does he embarrass you (maybe accidentally or intentionally, at this point you can't even tell), but the person will probably be more interested in getting his number than yours (but it's okay, the single life is treating you well)

but if you were to get a significant other he would be like "lol nope this isn't happening i cannot deal with this!"

he wouldn't be able to stand you paying more attention to someone else than him

he'd try to be cool about it, he'd convince himself that it's fine, but the members would constantly ask him why he's so cranky lol

he'd try to convince himself that he doesn't need to see you 24/7 anyway, but the next minute he would be triple texting you asking whether you wanted to hang out

he’d be really jealous but if the person made you happy he would be okay with it. we love a supportive friend

same thing if you were to have an argument, he'd be salty for like an hour tops but then he'd get bored and text you as if nothing happened

likes to send you really unflattering selfies

he'd teach you chinese if you asked him, but he wouldn't teach basic phrases 

he would teach you swear words and insults and words you'd never use like "socialism" or "beekeeper" 

“renjun i’m never going to need to say this though”

“but what if a beekeeper tries to get you into socialism? at least you’ll know how to say 去你妈的. bet you didn’t think of that one”

JENO

basically a married couple tbh

you both share common interests and you could spend hours talking to him about them

people think you're weird because of the amount of time you and jeno talk about cats/similar interests but it's okay because you both enjoy it

barely have any arguments but if there is it's likely about what movie you guys are going to watch or how he shouldn't pat his cats so much because of his allergies

always thinking of you

"jaemin, what do you think of this coat? i think i'll get this for y/n's birthday, is it their colour?"

"we can't buy that if we're watching movies with y/n, y/n doesn't like that flavour, pick something else"

will cook for you not even if you're sad or sick, just if he's bored and you have some ingredients

you'd try to help him but in the end you'd just watch him while he listened to you rant about a lady that pushed in front of you at the supermarket 

likes to sing to you/play instruments for you. it’s real cute

halloween costumes! you guys make your outfits every year and always do couple/matching outfits

your favourite outfit was when you went as harry potter and hermione but you made jeno go as hermione

real cheesy jokes/puns? like his members groan out loud whenever he tells a joke but you always find them really funny because they're so bad

his members actually leave the room if you and jeno get into a pun war, it's just that bad

HAECHAN

super loud duo

people think you hate each other bc you're constantly arguing

and tbh you thought he was really annoying when you first met him, don’t tell him that though lol

low blow insults that make the members think you or haechan will get offended but you both just laugh 

"damn that was a good one"

talks shit in a joking way but if anyone else was to do the same he would be the first person to defend you

"um excuse me, who do you think you are lmao i'm the only person allowed to be mean to y/n"

buys you birthday gifts ironically eg something you hate but will have a backup present to give you that you'll actually like

"haechan, this is a minions key chain. you know i hate minions with a burning passion"

"sike i actually got you that thing you'd been wanting for ages, no need to thank me i already know i'm great"

you get told that you and haechan are too mean to each other, but you know it's all in good fun

full on photoshoots

like he will invite you to hang out just so you can take real aesthetic photos of him and vice versa

he’s a real fan of the golden hour selfies 

your favourite moments are the early hours in the morning when haechan sometimes calls and is really honest about his feelings

"i know i don't say it enough but i really appreciate you, i'd be such a miserable old grump without you"

"if you tell anyone i just said that i will have to kill you" 

JAEMIN

people probably think you're dating

actually scratch that, everyone thinks you’re dating

even the dreamies have to remind themselves that you’re just friends with jaemin

insists on taking selfies together whenever you go ANYWHERE

his instagram is just filled with pictures of you and him captioned “GO BEST FRIEND THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND”

your parents love him because he's such a charmer, you have to remind them that he's just your friend not your boyfriend

jaemin doesn't mind though, he likes how flustered you get when people insinuate you're dating

you guys have a pact that if you aren't married by the time you're thirty then you'll just get married to each other

you know this kid is 100% going to flirt with you

but he ONLY uses really bad pick up lines

"are you a banana? because i find you appealing"

"damn it not this again"

"if you were a triangle-"

"jaemin no"

"you'd be acute one"

"that was your worst one yet"

whenever he travels he makes sure to buy you really tacky but cute soft toys

"jaemin i appreciate this, i really do, but i physically can't fit another soft toy in my room"

a really good listener?

like you can talk to him about anything and you know he won’t judge you

he just listens to what you’re saying, nodding often, and then when you’re done he will offer really good advice

ugh i think we all just need a jaemin in our lives tbh

CHENLE

the loudest!!!

the members try to separate you guys when playing games but it doesn't work because chenle will just yell at you from across the room

literally thinks you're an angel and is so thankful for you

you make him so much happier

like sometimes he catches himself and he’s like “ew when did I become such a softie for y/n, gross”

major uwu for you, constantly teasing you because he thinks your reactions are so cute

constantly talking about you because it makes him happy

"omg this reminds me of that time that y/n and i went to the arcade and were kicked out because we were way too loud"

“okay it was actually just me but like y/n didn’t try to stop me or anything, they’re just as guilty as i am”

individually you are the most cowardly people ever like this kid will just stand and scream his head off if he sees a spider

but when you're together you somehow gain heaps of confidence to do the thing™️

like you'd tease him for being too scared to ride a rollercoaster and oh would you look at that suddenly he wants to ride the rollercoaster to prove you wrong

and then you'd join him to prove that you're also no wimp

and you'd both be scared shitless the whole time 

but when you get off h'd be like "that wasn’t as bad as i thought it would be” 

“you were screaming like a baby though, lele"

"no u"

likes to teach you chinese and really likes that you're interested in his language and culture

you thought he'd tease you about your pronunciation but he's actually so supportive because he knows how hard it is to learn a language

brings snacks to your study session as a reward but ends up getting distracted and eating them himself

JISUNG

comes to you for your opinion first

"should i post this selfie to instagram? the others said i look a bit funny"

"um are they blind? you look great jisung!!"

"i was going to post this dance routine to instagram but i messed up a step, i just want to show my best to nctzen"

"are you kidding??? i'd like to report a missing wig. ugh michael jackson could never"

he hates having his photo taken but the minute you ask him for a selfie he’s already getting into a pose lol

this kid will literally do anything for you

you're sick but he had plans? sorry looks like he's cancelling his movie date with chenle

your significant other just broke up with you? um jisung is an idol but who says he actually needs to do live stages hah

you're moving cities/countries? lol jisung packed his suitcase weeks ago

real talk though jisung hates to see you upset or sick but he's also real awkward and doesn't really know how to make you better

so he just comes over and you watch stupid youtube videos together

most times he'll force you to take random quizzes like "we will tell you which cartoon character you actually are based on the cereal you put in a kiddie pool"

he will then spend the next twenty minutes ranting to you about how your result was pink panther only because you chose the strawberry flavoured cereal

and you'd be adamant that pink panther actually reflects who you are on the inside, and that buzzfeed quizzes wouldn't lie to you

"omg jisung i AM pink panther you just don't understand, why can't you accept me for who i truly am" 

in the end you wouldn't know what you and jisung were even talking about anymore but hey at least you don't feel as upset/sick as you did before 

you also say a lot of stupid stuff (whether that's on purpose or not is entirely up to you lol) and jisung always pretends to be embarrassed by you 

he will literally let out the biggest sigh ever and pinch the bridge of his nose, as if being around you is the most stressful, testing thing ever 

but he's only kidding because he's well aware that if you weren't his friend he would definitely be a hermit in the mountains or something lol

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[greenerteacups]

Following up on the side characters ask -- hi same person -- thank you for the thorough answer and honestly I admire the background stories (and research!) You've done for them!

Idk if this would matter, but really I was curious to get a little peek at your brain when writing these characters as I really thought you're doing a consistent job on their voices because really it is hard! I'm actually working as a show runner/writer for - uh - a published tv show and even when doing a second season right now me and my coworker in my writers room would get confused once in a while when writing in different voices and we have 11 people on our team!! That being said I really really think aside from talent, you're just a really hard and consistent worker in your writing. Please know you're doing an amazing job.

Wow! First of all, congratulations on being a showrunner/writer and on landing a second season — you're doing an amazing job, man. Game recognize game. And thank you for the kind words! It's a special treat to get a compliment from a fellow artist.

For me, side characters got a lot easier to do when I started thinking of voice in kind of clinical terms. I get stressed out when I think about big concepts like Voice and Plot and Atmosphere, and my brain works better when I think hyper-technically: it's not Voice capital-V, it's just — what type of contractions do they like? Do they stutter? Are they wordy? It's not Plot capital-P, it's: set up Element A, hit Reinforcement B, hit Payoff C. Cool. You've got a subplot. It's not Atmosphere capital-A, it's: how much attention are you gonna pay to the weather in this scene? How much time have you spent talking about light, temperature, noise? Literally, CTRL+Shift+W, what are your word counts? Is the pacing of a conversation wrong? Cool, CTRL+Shift+W again, check the ratio of gesture/narration to spoken dialogue, that's probably it. If your normal writerly gutfeels aren't helping you out, fuck em, we can brute force this shit with Rules.

Specifically, and I don't know if this works for everyone, but I picture voice as essentially a set of parameters: Ron uses slang a lot, Draco will generally say "that isn't" instead of "that's not" (sounds older/more formal), Hermione speaks in full sentences unless interrupted and likes her run-ons, Daphne's overfamiliar and loves an endearment. I just give them these things I can lean on. And then, when I want to have a Character Moment, I can have one of them break those parameters, and the audience goes !!! because it's surprising but the trend is so consistent that it feels real and earned — for instance, Draco doesn't swear a lot, at least out loud (in the early books anyway), so when he says "fuck" for the first time in Book 4, it underscores the moment. Anyway: best of luck from one writer to another, I can't wait for your project to come out, it's gonna rule.

#greenteacup asks #writer stuff

[forthehpfanboys]

You're An Idiot

Pair: Draco Malfoy x Reader; he/him.

Summary: Draco is being a brat.. Again. No one's surprised when you run into him after getting back late from Hogsmeade. Also, the reader is Hermione's older brother.

Warnings: SMUT (MDI). Just- get the holy water. Swearing, oral, Sassy Hermione?? Still doesn't follow the movies or the books or anything. If I forgot any, please dm me.

Note: Requested! And Bottom Draco-I was up all night typing this. God, I am so sorry for the grammar and crap when I first posted this. I fixed it up, so it should be better!

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

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Being Hermione's older brother meant you usually had to deal with a lot of shit, especially since she'd drag you on adventures with the Golden Trio. She'd always use the promise you made to your parents in your face. Yeah. You had sworn you'd protect the younger Granger when she first started going to the school. At the time, you didn't know that'd mean every single bloody year.

Since you were a year older then the Golden Trio, you ended up resolving problems and fixing some of their mistakes and reminding them to sleep during particularly stressful days. You could've swore the four of you just attracted problems better than magnets attract metal. Of course, you wanted them to be safe and healthy, but one little bleached ferret always made it hard. That ferret, of course, was Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.

Stupid Draco Malfoy who always managed to look top notch in anything he wore and Godric what you'd do to get that ferret on his knees, ruin his pretty hair and- You probably shouldn't be thinking this in the dinner hall, especially since you were sitting next to your sister. Speaking of your sister, she turned to you, a smile on her face.

"So, (Y/n). I was curious if you wanted to come with us to Hogsmead this weekend? Harry got Sirius to sign for him and Professor Magonagall accepted it under the circumstances." Hermione's voice rang through your skull as she spoke, your head already nodding up and down. It'd be a nice little break, especially during your 7th year.

"Of course I'm down, Mione!" you wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to her side. "You know I'll use any excuse to be with my favorite bunch of idiots." you messed up her hair, causing her to smack your hands away and almost shove you off the bench.

You let out a laugh, completely oblivious to the Slytherin staring at you from across the room with the most desperate expression on his face. You shoved your sister back, a smirk growing on your face as she fell from the bench.

"Haha! Payback!"

"Not funny, (Y/n)!"

"Yes it is, Mione! You should know by now I'm always gonna get revenge!" you ran a hand through your hair, shooting her a smile. The two boys who sat across from you nodded in agreement.

"He's right, Herman. (haha, reference-) It is pretty funny." Ron smiled, holding his fist out for you to bop.

The week seemed to pass with ease, allowing the weekend and it's snowy fun to arrive without hesitation. You trudged out in the snow, leading the trio of 6 years to Hogsmead. You hummed a muggle Christmas song deep in your throat as you walked, looking up at the snow covered signs.

"Where should we go first, children? Hogs Head? Honeydukes? What ya kids feeling?" One thing you absolutely ADORED was teasing about the age difference between you and the trio.

"We're not children!" Ron shouted, his arms crossing over his bulky winter jacket.

"Yeah! Besides, even if we weren't totally responsible adults, we'd wanna go to the Hogs Head, right guys? Get a butter bear or two?" Harry spoke up, moving his scarf down to speak properly before putting it back over his mouth and nose.

"Uh Huh. Sure." You snickered, your hands shoved in your pocket of your pants. You'd given Hermione your jumper, leaving you in a scarf, fingerless gloves and your long sleeve t-shirt.

The four of you got interrupted by a line of people literally blocking your path. It was none other than the stupidly pretty Draco and his 'gang' stood in front of you, arms crossed like a bunch of wanna be badasses.

"Well, well, if it isn't Potter and his 3 little blood traitors." Draco spoke, his voice filled with smugness and his face dragged in a cocky smirk.

God, did you wanna get revenge against that stupid smirk.

"Oh, please Malfoy. You do this almost every week. Just admit you have a crush on Harry and move on." You spoke, taking a step toward him. The ferret's smirk faltered and turned into a scowl.

"Oh please. As if I'd stoop low enough to like someone like Potter." Draco all but gagged at the idea of dating the messy haired rival and you wondered what he'd look like gagging on your stick. It suddenly became a little warmer in the winter atmosphere.

"Then you have an unhealthy obsession, mate." Ron spoke up, his arms crossed. "Might wanna get that fixed and leave us be."

"Yeah, Malfoy. We're trying to have a good day and you're ruining it with your ugly mug." Hermione spoke up, causing you to feel nothing but pure pride. She'd changed a lot from the shy girl she used to be in 1st year.

Crabb or Goyle, you didn't care to learn their names, stepped forward, causing you to instinctively step in front of your friends. Malfoy scoffed again, looking you up and down before turning his head.

"Whatever." the blonde pureblood spoke as he began walking away, his posse turning to follow, but not without shooting you one last glare.

"Yeah, you... You better leave?" You spoke, confusion clear in your voice. Usually you'd be inches from his face, shouting about the shit antics his father pulled before he backed down. Turning to the other three, you shrugged and led them to Hogsmead, hoping to escape the cold.

Once inside, you all ordered a warm glass of butterbeer as you picked a table by the fireplace. Taking your first sip immediately warmed you up, a sigh leaving your lips.

"Godric Gryffindor. I haven't felt warmth in what felt like forever." You said cooly, smirking to your sister. "I wonder why I would be oh, so cold."

"Ok. We get it. I forgot my jacket. Stop it." The brunette responded, causing Harry to almost choke on his drink and for Ron to snort. You faked a gasp, your hand going to your chest in mock shame. You'd been teasing her about it almost the entire way there.

"Such sass!" You shook your head. "What would mom and dad say?"

"They'd say you deserve to shove it."

"Oh, come now, sister of mine! Don't be a stick in the mud!"

The two friends sitting across from the Granger siblings sat in silence. This was some of the best entertainment they get during the week and they always savored it.

"I'm not being a stick in the mud, you're just being a dick."

"Well you know what they say. You are what you eat-"

Ron and Harry didn't even miss a beat. They broke out laughing together as Hermione shouted, her face a pinkish color.

"(Y/N)!!"

"What? We all know it's true!"

"Merlin's beard you suck."

"That's the point, sis."

"Go- stop. Please. I'm begging you."

"Ok! Ok." you chuckled out, raising your hands in defeat.

You and the trio managed to keep up the conversation easily, but as time went on, it was time to go back, well, that's what you told them. It was time for the kiddos to go back and finish their homework so they had tomorrow to actually relax. Of course, this caused Harry and Ron to groan and whine, but Hermione finally convinced them, saying she'd help.

You let out a sigh and leaned back in your chair, your eyes falling closed. The stupid blonde hottie has been raging in your head for what felt like forever, so you weren't surprised when he popped up behind your eyelids again.

You truly didn't want to admit it, but you'd liked the jerk since he popped up randomly in your second year. He was a twat to your sister and her friends, but somehow he slithered into your heart and head all the stupid time.

Over time like turned to crush, crush turned to yearned, yearned turned to lust, because it certainly wasn't love. That's what you convinced yourself as you tossed your head back, swallowing the last of your fourth butterbeer.

You sat in front of the fire for a few more minutes before you stood up, placed some coins at the end of your table to pay for the drinks and left the restaurant, venturing out into the snow.

It was colder before, thanks to the sun setting over the castle. Shrugging off the cold, you walked down the familiar path back to Hogwarts. You tightened the scarf around your face as a particularly cold breeze blew past you. Once the entrance of the castle came up, you all but jogged to the door, ripping it open. The inside was warmer, thank Merlin.

You were suddenly grateful for the 7 years you'd spent at Hogwarts. You were able to mindlessly walk the halls and make it to the staircase leading up to the Fat Lady's portrait. As you were trudging up the steps, you noticed a A flash of a shadow duck past a knight.

"Oh, ok. Cool. Filch’ll just kill me. Awesome." you grumbled, hurrying up the stairs as quietly as you could, but we're quickly halted. The shadow wasn't Filch or his crazed cat. It was Malfoy.

Of course it was Malfoy. We gotta get to the good stuff somehow, right?

...

Anyway, you sensed he was up to no good considering he should be in the Slytherin Common Room probably sleeping and not sneaking around by the Gryffindor one. You crossed your arms over your chest, watching the blonde keeping his head turned to watch his back as he climbed the same steps you were on.

"Malfoy."

"AAH-"

You all but lunged to cover his mouth with one hand, the other going to the back of his neck to keep him still. "Shut it, you git! Do you want to get caught?" your eyebrows furrowed together as you pressed him to the stairs railing, trying to intimidate the younger male.

What you didn't know was that this was waayy to hot for Malfoy to comprehend. His back went rigid at your touch and his breathing all but stopped as he stared into your (e/c) eyes.

"Well, do you?"

Your hushed voice snapped Draco out of his trance, causing him to shake his head.

"Good, then keep your voice down. What are you doing out here anyway?" you spoke, moving your hands away from him, much to his dismay. He was just grateful you didn't back away. He liked your body against his.

"I was uh-well, I was trying to.. Find the bathroom." He usually kept his composure, but he was failing miserably. He usually kept it together so well but now.. Now Draco was struggling. He was not going to admit he was on his way to sneak into the Gryffindor common room and leave you a love note. No. Why would he do that??

"The bathroom? It isn't up this set of stairs, ya idiot." you grabbed his arm, leading him down the stairs. "Besides, you should have a bathroom on your side of the school, so what are you really doing here?"

"What does it matter?" he spat out. "You obviously think you know everything." you rolled your eyes at his brattiness and walked over to the corridor glancing down it before pressing your back against the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"Shut it Malf-"

"No. I don't ha-"

"I said shut it or I will gag your mouth with your own fucking tie." you covered his mouth again, pressing him back against the wall. "Godric. Just put your ego away for 2 seconds."

Draco desperately wanted to say 'Make me, Granger' but he was lost in the idea of your threat coming true.

Satisfied at his silence, you watched one of the patrolling professors walk down the corridor and right past you two. Not spotting anyone or anything, they continued on before you swept him down the entrance.

"Ok. Come on." You whispered to him as you walked down the corridor. You were taking him to that one girls bathroom that no one goes into, ya know, with Myrtle. You were just hoping she was gonna be literally anywhere but that bathroom.

"Where are we going?"

"You said you wanted a bathroom, idiot. I'm taking you to one where you can piss in peace and leave me alone."

"I.. What?"

"Forget it, Malfoy." You took one more turn and finally saw the opening off the bathroom. "Ok. We're here." Of course Blondie had a problem though. He shot the (h/c) male a glare before scrunching up his nose.

"This is the girls lavatory."

"Oh, you think I care. Funny." you grabbed him by the shirt covering his shoulder and pushed him inside, following after his stumbling form.

"Don't touch me, Granger. I don't want whatever germs mud bloods carry." Draco scoffed, fixing his shirt and brushing off his shoulder, as if dirt was there.

"Call me that again and I won't hesitate to ruin that pretty face you cherish so much." You growled out, grabbing his shirt by the collar and pulling him toward you. "One day that silver tongue of ours is going to get you in a lot of trouble." Pushing him away from your figure, you turned toward one of the many mirrors lining the wall.

You looked at your reflection and fixed a strand of hair, then took off your scarf. It was warm in this bathroom. You folded the scarf and looked back into the reflective glass to see Malfoy smirking in the background.

"What?"

"You called me pretty." He had his arms crossed over his chest. Your aggravated tone did nothing to his smirk.

".. You're dumb as hell, ya know that?" you turned to face the male and his confidence seemed to shrink a little bit. You advanced toward him and he stepped backwards. He wanted to keep distance between you two in case a fight broke out. He'd seen you fight other people bigger than you and remembered how they were sent to the Hospital wing. "You're a twat. You're a self centered brat who thinks he rules this school."

He gulped when he felt his back press against the wall. "Yeah? And what are you going to do about it Granger?" Draco could feel the blood rush to his cheeks. You must've noticed his face turning Gryffindor red because next thing he knew, you were pressed up against him, pinning him to the wall. He felt his breath catch in his throat when your eyes glanced at his lips for a brief second.

"I might teach you a lesson." Your hands came at either side of his head, a dangerous smirk drawing across your lips. You leaned forward, your lips ghosting over his. "You have been such a brat lately. A punishment is in order, hmm?"

Draco's hands tried to grip the wall, his nails scraping against it. Fuck, the way your voice dropped sent blood from his cheeks to his dick almost immediately.

With that, you slammed your lips to his, causing a breathy whine to escape Draco's throat. You tilted your head, your tongue grazing across his lips as your hand slipped through his hair. The blonde wrapped his arms around your neck as he opened his mouth, his tongue meeting yours. With teeth clashing, your bodies pressed together and a hand in his hair, you easily gained dominance.

You pulled from the kiss, causing Malfoy to let out a protest.

"Shut it, brat." You grumbled, a hand covering his mouth as you planted a kiss to the side of his neck. "Besides, we're out past curfew. Would hate to get caught."

He could feel you smirk against his skin, your hand in his bleached locks tugging his head to the side so you had more room. He jumped a little when he felt you bite down on his neck. The younger man's eyes fell shut as you attacked his neck with love bites and hickeys.

Your hand covering his mouth moved to his cheek as you placed a kiss on a particularly big hickey.

"You ok?" your voice was soft and sweet against his ear. He nodded quickly, not wanting this to end, which only caused you to snicker. Draco blinked a few times in confusion when you placed your hands on his shoulders and began to push him down to his knees.

"I'd rather not kneel on the floor."

"Why not?"

"It's filthy!"

You stared at Draco for a few seconds before rolling your eyes and you shoved him down to his knees.

"I don't care if it's filthy. You have magic, don't you? Clean your knees when we're done. Simple." you smirked down at him, joy filling your heart. God, it genuinely felt good to see the cocky pureblood on his knees, his head turned in a silent protest.

One hand stayed on his shoulder, the other moved itself to the bulge between your legs. The groan that left your lips caught his attention. The hand against your bulge grounded down, causing you to groan.

"Oh, now I've got your attention?"

"Shove it, Granger."

"Now, now. That's no way to talk to me, I am older."

Draco rolled his eyes so hard you were sure they were gonna roll straight out of his head. But since this whole event was anything but straight, you figured it wouldn't happen that easily.

The man on his knees swatted your hand away and wasted zero time unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down around your knees. He stared at the bulge in your galaxy themed boxers, the tips of his ears turning a bright pink. He noticed the damp spot right by the tip and realized it was from him.

Suddenly, his confidence came back, and the blonde quickly began mouthing at your erection. With a rough groan, you rested your hand on top of his head and used the other stabilizing you against the wall.

"Go on, then. Don't be shy." You chuckled, gently ruffling his hair. The 6th year reached up, quickly pulling down your boxers to reveal your hard length.

"I'm not shy." When he finally met your eyes, you noticed his blue ones burning with a lust that you'd only wished to see in your dreams.

"Uh huh, then why aren't you sucking my dick, hmm?" You smirked, pushing your hips forward.

"I might bite it with the attitude you hold." The blonde spoke as he leaned forward, licking from the base to the tip in one, long swipe. You let out a sigh, your head slowly tipping backwards as his tongue grazed over the tip of your wood.

"You love my attitude. I bet you always have."

Draco wanted to mock you or laugh at you or something, but he knew you were right so instead, he sucked on your tip like it was a popsickle. He hallowed his cheeks and kept eye contact with you as he slowly took you into his mouth.

You let out a gasp at how hot it was. Visually and physically, it was so damn hot. Your grip tightened on his hair when his tongue ran along the vein on the bottom.

"Fuck- Ah, Draco-" You tried not to move your hips. After all, you didn't know how much experience he had, but it felt like he was pretty well off.

Draco, however, was focused on the way you said his name. It dragged a moan out of him. This might've been the first time he heard you say his first name and your gravely voice made it so wonderful.

The blonde on his knees suddenly wanted to hear you say it again. He closed his eyes, pulling back to take a breath before he pushed forward. The pureblood focused on trying to take you down his throat. His eyebrows furrowed together when he gagged and chose to ignore his tears.

"Oh shit!" you hissed out, your jaw dropping when you felt his nose press against your pelvis. "Draco, how the hell-?" you bucked forward when you felt him try to swallow around you. "Ooh, Godric!" you tossed your head back, your hand against the wall curling into a fist.

Draco pulled back and slowly went down on you again, a breathy whine leaving your throat.

"You are far too good at this, baby."

All too soon he was pulling off you completely, which causes you to whine and look down at him. He was looking down at his hands that rested in his lap.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" You asked, your head tilting to the side a little bit.

"No!" his head shot up to look at you, his eyes wide. "I mean.. No... No, I've just never been called something so.. Soft."

This caused your eyebrows to furrow together. "Huh. Well, let's change that. Come on." You stepped out of the pants pooled at your feet and held a hand out to him, which he took.

You gently led him over to the sinks, turning him around to face his reflection. "I got you." you whispered in his ear, causing him to shudder.

He nodded his head, looking down at the sink in front of him. The pureblood rested his hands against the porcelain. The 6th year's heart was pounding in his ears, his bottom lip becoming trapped between his teeth.

The blonde felt your hands run from the back of his neck, to his shoulders and down his back before finally landing on his hips. The wizard felt a heat pooling in his belly when he felt your hips press against his ass.

You reached around to his front, undoing his belt and slowly pulling it free from the loops before tossing it off to the side. He finally looked up at the mirror, taking in the reflection of his messy hair, swollen lips and your hands coming back to his front.

"I got you, Draco." Your voice was soft. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about anything." You smiled at him over his shoulder and winked before popping the button of his trousers open and allowed gravity to pull them down.

Malfoy gasped when you cupped his bulge, his hips automatically pushing forward. He'd been hard since you pinned him against the railing.

"(Y/n).." he whispered out, his mouth falling open when your thumb ran across the head of his cock.

"Yes, babe?" Your smile has turned into a knowing smirk. Blue eyes bounced between your hand and that devious smirk, Draco's brain conflicted on which sight was better. "Do you need something?"

He nodded his head, blonde locks bouncing.

"Please." his voice was barely above a whisper.

"Please? Please what?" Your fingers slipped past the elastic of his boxers, a false sense of innocence laced in your voice.

"Move- touch me- damnit, Granger, please."

You finally pushed his boxers down, your hands running along the front of his thighs before finally landing on what he wanted you to focus on. The blonde let out a sigh of your name when your hand finally wrapped around his dick.

A small smile stretched across his face once your hand started moving. The pleasure wasn't new, but was oh so welcomed. He was glad he finally got you.

You gave him a few pumps, allowing his precum to build up on your hand, making everything easier.

"There ya go, baby. So sweet." You whispered, kissing the back of his ear.

Draco brought a pale pink lip between pearly white teeth again, his hips pushing forward to get more.

The hand still resting on his hip came around to the front, gathered a bit of precum off the tip before slinking back around to the back. He used the pre like lube and pushed a finger into Draco's tight hole, causing him to emit a squeal and arch his back a little but.

"Oh, Godric. I'm so excited to wreck you, baby."

"(Y/n)!" he squeaked out as the finger went deeper. He bit his lip harder, the pain slowly dying out and being replaced with a burning pleasure.

You loved hearing your name being moaned like that, just like he enjoyed hearing his when he was suckin' on your lolli. You added a second finger, slowly thrusting them in and out to try and speed this along. You could only jerk someone off for so long anyway.

You licked your lips, a determined expression event on how badly you wanted him. Maybe eating his ass would've been more effective.

"Please hurry, I don't know how much more of this I can take-" his voice was higher in pitch, his hips pushing back against you. "Please-"

"Ok, baby, ok. No need to beg." you chuckled, removing your hands from their working positions. Gently rubbing your hand over one cheek, you spread it open enough to spit in it, just to be safe. "Ready?" your free hand grabbed your own dick pumping it a few times for good measure.

"I wouldn't be asking you to do it if I wasn't, now would I?" the blonde snapped back, glaring over his shoulder. How did he go from so innocent he's almost choking from one finger in him to being a demanding brat all over again?

You rolled your eyes and lined yourself up, carefully and slowly pushing in until you made it past the first ring of muscle. Both of you moaned at the feeling, your hands coming to rest against his hips as his head ducked down, his chin pressed against his chest.

You slowly pushed in deeper, a whine leaving his throat as the twisted pain came back. You reached around to grab his dick again and jerked him off a little bit more to try and counterbalance the pain.

Once you were all the way in, you just let him adjust. You kissed across his still clothed shoulders and neck, whispering encouraging words of praise.

The hand on his hip dragged itself upward, your eyes following it in the mirror. Once it made it to his chest, you cupped one of his pecs through the shirt, feeling his perky nipple pressing against your palm.

Grinding your palm down against his nipple and continuing to rub his dick, you slowly pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in with one sweep.

You literally left him breathless. He was staring at you through the reflection in the mirror, his mouth hanging open, his eyes glazed over with need, his hair a mess.

You built up a pave easily, deep and hard but slow and Draco loved every second of it. His toes curled in his boots, his back arched into your hands while his hips fought to figure out if they wanted to go forward into your hand or back into your dick. It truly was a conundrum for the twink.

"Such a good boy for me, aren't ya?" You spoke up after a while, your voice gravelly and rough and right in his ear. You let out a breathy laugh when he shuddered and moaned from that alone.

The two of you weren't concerned with the sound of skin hitting skin or your moans echoing around the hallow bathroom. You were busy, I don't blame you.

Soon enough, Draco was begging you to speed up, his release starting to creep it's way around. You nodded your head, resting your forehead against his shoulder as you spend your hips up, a grunt leaving your lips.

Draco let out a loud whine when your fingers pinched one of his nipples, his hands clawing at the walls as pleasure coursed through his veins.

"I'm gonna cum in you." You groaned against his back. "I'm gonna mark you as mine and you're gonna sit there and enjoy it."

Fuck yeah, he was.

Draco was nowhere near complaining. He'd been fantasizing of this and so much more for years. He, of course, blamed his hormones, but he knew the effect ran deeper than just lust.

Draco nodded his head. "Please-" he moaned out your name, his thighs trembling from the pleasure. He was getting closer and, honestly, so where you.

The pureblood was so warm and hugged you so right in all the right places and Albus mother-fucking Dumbledore where you getting more of this later.

This stupid cute blonde was so intoxicating it almost made you feel pathetic. Keyword is almost.

You sped up, chasing after your own release as it also reared its head around the corner.

"G-gonna cum-" Draco stuttered out, his voice cracking. One hand fell from the wall to the porcelain sink at his waist. "I-I'm.. Gonna-" he called out your name, loud enough for it to probably be heard by the Gryffindors, as he came.

He tightened and spasmed around you, his legs shaking and tiny moans leaving his throat as you helped him ride out his orgasm.

"Are you good?" You asked, rubbing his back and soon letting go of his soft dick when he deemed it was sensitive. "Do you want me to pull out?"

Draco shook his head, his ears noticeably red from behind him. "I want you to keep your promise."

He did not have to tell you twice. You went back to thrusting into him, both hands on his waist as you sought after your own orgasm. A few moans and groans from you later and you were cumming inside him.

You leaned into him, riding it out until his tight, hot ass became too much. You pulled out carefully, causing him to whine and twitch.

"Let's get you cleaned up, ok, Draco?"

The blonde nodded his head and allowed you to carefully and gently clean him up with a wet paper towel. It wasn't the lost romantic thing used to clean partners, but it was what you had.

After a few minutes of silence once you were cleaned and dressed you spoke up.

"So what.. Where are you doing by Gryffindor Tower, Blondie?" your hands ended up in your pockets again.

"Well I.." The pureblood reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out an envelope. "I was going to..."

"Draco, babe. I saw your 'o' face. Just tell me. You shouldn't be embarrassed." You snickered, obviously teasing the younger man.

He took in a deep breath and shoved the letter toward you.

"IwroteyoualetterexplaininghowIfeltaboutyouandhowIwassorryforhowItreatedyoursister-" he was going way too fast for you to understand anything.

"What? I can't.. I don't speak whatever this is."

"I.. Just read the letter!"

With that, you tore open the envelope. It was the love letter Draco was gonna leave by your bedside table.

The letter stated how he fell in love with you from a far over the years by watching you dominate in Quidditch, bringing light into the world with the Twins (let's be honest, imma throw them in this) and just.. Being you. Plus bickering with you was one of his favorite pastimes.

It also stated how he was sorry for treating Hermione so poorly and the citation with his dad and how he was raised.

The Slytherin was nervously wringing his hands together, a nervous expression on his face. "Umm.. Are.. You gonna say something?" his mental fingers were crossed.

You smiled, tilting your head a little bit.

"You're an idiot." You pulled him into a gentle kiss, your hand entangling with his. You casted him a genuine smile. "I like you too, Draco."

The blonde's face broke out in a matching grin and he all but jumped on you to give you another kiss. Once the two of you broke apart, your voice echoed in the bathroom once again.

"There's only one problem."

"What is it?"

"How do we tell Hermione?"

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