#it was with witch and draco and I barely remember what the plot was but it was gay

[heavenlysphere]

I had a fic idea last night why do I not write things down in like. an outline.

#shut up maverick #it was with witch and draco and I barely remember what the plot was but it was gay #I think witch describing draco in ppt2 is really fucking funny #but I do not pay attention to their dynamic much so. whoops.

[drabsyo]

I was wondering...I was always confused about Narcissa’s hair. It’s been a while since I read the books. Did she color it blonde to show her now belonging to House Malfoys. Or was it naturally blonde? Movies confused me a bit I guess.

Yes, this had me confused too! I've agonized and toiled over it, more than I probably should, about how I should draw her hair because people have generally different views, which is totally understandable! 💕

And I've always wanted to discuss it, so now that I've been given a reason to... Well.

If you take a look at some of my Narcissa fanart, you'll notice the different ways I'd color her hair. I was so confused. Is she a light blonde? Dark blonde? A mix of raven hair and blonde hair? If she has blonde hair then why does her family have (mostly) dark hair? And WHY does she have blue eyes?! This woman is absolutely confusing! (Which is kind of, you know, fitting because Narcissa always loves to be a mystery to literally anyone lol)

So I did my homework, asked around, and scoured every bit of information, canon or otherwise, that I could find about her. It led me to this:

In canon, this is what the Black sisters look like. You can find the page here. Narcissa is a child here, and already has blonde hair. So we can go ahead and safely assume that she was born with natural blonde hair. But in the films, Narcissa has black and blonde hair. I don't actually know why they gave her that hair color, maybe so that the audiences wouldn't question her blood relations with the Blacks--I don't know. I really don't. But now we have a book version Narcissa, one who has full blonde hair. And a movie version Narcissa, one who has raven and blonde hair. At least, that's how the different hair colors started: a movie version, and a book version.

So... here's where it gets confusing.

To my knowledge, it isn't actually explained why her hair color is the way it is in both the movies and the books. Having blonde hair does raise many questions, how is she the "only" blonde in a family of dark hair and dark eyes? To top it all off, it gets even more confusing, because fanon writes and draws her either as a full blonde or a mix of raven and blonde hair. We just have this large pile to sift through of her having either hair color. No one actually explains anything. She's just... infuriatingly there. She's either blonde or raven haired and blonde. BUT fanfiction writers, as I've observed, give their own reasons why Narcissa's hair color is the way it is in their respective stories. And it's actually pretty creative and interesting! It adds even greater depth to her character, and it fits the narrative of the story even better. Remember, the character we're dealing with is Narcissa Black. One of her main traits is "she won't do anything unless there is a clear purpose behind it." This character is deliberate, meticulous, and she makes sure to plan ahead at all times. And so, some fanfiction writers decide to play on that.

You can skip this part if you want to avoid spoilers but I've compiled a small list of instances in (Cissamione) fanfiction where Narcissa's hair is mentioned.

🔹 In Extinction by rubikanon in Chapter 10: Build and Break, Hermione asks Narcissa about it. Here, Narcissa has black and blonde hair. She explains that she only decided to dye it blonde to "fit in with the Malfoys." We can gather two things from that alone, which resonates with her character perfectly: 1.) Narcissa is loyal and 2.) Narcissa purposefully wants to show the rest of the world how loyal she is by committing to having blonde hair. The woman has some serious commitment, and it shows. But now, the way that it's slowly growing back into her natural black hair color, hints that perhaps Narcissa no longer wishes to fit in with the Malfoys. However, if we take an even closer look, we can safely assume that Narcissa isn't the kind of person to just leave her hair color "unattended" like that. Remember, she's meticulous. And this is a big deal for her, the fact that she's just kind of letting it grow back instead of either fully dyeing it back to black, or dyeing it back to blonde. It suggests that perhaps she's a little unsure this time, perhaps it is her uncertainty that is the reason why it's now a mix of both. Another grey area? Or maybe it's actually something more deliberate? Maybe now, she likes that it's a mix of both. That other half now being solely for Draco, and not to fit in (completely) with the Malfoys any longer. Who knows why Narcissa does things the way she does? We can speculate to the ends of the earth, or be as smart as Hermione Granger (or with the case of Extinction, see Hermione's thoughts), but something tells me we'd still be a good step behind.

"Which one is your natural hair color?" I wondered aloud.

(Narcissa) She glanced up at the unexpected question. I was relieved she hadn't sensed my attention yet. It's not like I meant anything by it, I told myself. She was so beautiful, one couldn't help but notice. And feel physically drawn to her. And want to see her two-toned hair fanned across her back, slipping over the bare skin, silky beneath my fingers...

"Why do you ask?" Her query brought me back to reality, and I hurriedly corrected my imagination to include a pretty dress covering the rest of her.

"I don't know." I chewed the inside of my cheek, suppressing my other thoughts. "I'm just curious."

Her gaze returned to the fire. "You've seen enough of my relatives to guess which color is genetic. The blond is something I added to fit in with the Malfoys, after Draco was born." She was quiet for a moment. "He looks so much like his father. I suppose I wanted to share some resemblance."

🔹 In Killing Me Softly by Looktotheedges in Chapter 4: Nagging, Hermione suggests that perhaps Narcissa is part Veela because of her blonde hair and very attractive features, like Fleur. Which is this whole other theory/plot that's very interesting, but won't be discussed in this post. Narcissa tells Hermione that Sirius has always been blonde, and that it isn't out of the question for her to be blonde either. Sirius Black. A blonde. I know! Maybe it's there because it's funny that Sirius is actually blonde like Narcissa. Prissy, haughty, lady-like Narcissa. Arguably the 'girliest' cousin that he has. No, no, no. He doesn't want to be anything like Narcissa. Anyway, if that's the reason, I think that's hilarious and cute.

Narcissa turns away. 'I am aware my appearance is frightfully drab. Work has been…'

Hermione holds back a disbelieving scoff. 'Narcissa. You always look beautiful. And you’re talking to the witch with grass in her hair who practically lives in her office all week.'

Narcissa just leans further over the crib. 'A blonde little boy. It has been so long since… I can almost imagine…'

Hermione stands next to her. Looks down at the peacefully sleeping Louis. He does look remarkably like Draco. 'Are you sure there’s no Veela blood in you? You weren’t secretly switched at birth?'

'Like a changeling?'

'It would explain your blonde hair.'

'Sirius was also blonde, it is not completely out of the question for us Blacks.'

What?!

(...) 'I know. But it is the truth. He was blond until he was about seven… then it began to darken. Mousy. Dull. He wanted to look cool and brooding instead, so he got his hands on some kind of charm right before he set off for Hogwarts. A new, edgy Sirius. It was around then he forbade us from calling him Siri. Said it sounded too girly.'

🔹 In Fixed in Time by TheWorldsaBeastofBurden in Chapter 9: Sisters and Saviors, it's also tackled a little humorously. Andromeda let's a little comment slip while they're in the middle of trying to heal Hermione. Something funny, something that suggests Andromeda and Bella, when they were children, have always wondered why Narcissa is blonde unlike them.

The first words spoken occurred after they’d risen and attempted their casting. Andromeda’s preparedness to take on their task had been clear in her mind so Narcissa rose with her sister, wrapped an arm around her waist and held her near as the woman raised her wand to draw up the rest of the injury she’d dropped, half a slash across Hermione’s hip bone…

That remained half, as Andromeda growled out, “...it isn’t working.” she looked to Narcissa, “Why aren’t you powering me?”

What nonsense? “I am!” she insisted. She was! Or “I- I am trying to!” Her magic was active and alive, pulsing to rise from her skin and transfer into Andromeda’s but it- it wasn’t working! “Could...could it be that you were disowned?”

“Disowning doesn’t take away the fact that we share blood, our magic is directly related. Ugh, Bella always said you were adopted!”

“Oh ha- oh.”

“...oh?” Andromeda returned.

“...it’s not an issue of power. It is what I intend to aid in casting,” Narcissa slowly worked out. Oh, it was most blessed Mister Goyle could be brought to assist the present Hermione. If her present self had been brought to aid Andromeda? “...I cannot harm Hermione.”

Andromeda sighed with some frustration. “I understand you are so tenderly in love-”

“It isn’t- I’m avowed! I- when we arrived from the future we had to escape Malfoy Manor, I couldn’t bring Hermione through the wards without...I couldn’t add her directly, that would be visible. I had to...attach her permission to mine.”

🔹 In Glass Silence by Zarrene Moss (Menzosarres), which probably gives one of the most interesting backstories for Narcissa's hair, for why it's blonde. I can't put a clip of the scene here without hogging up a huge chunk of space on your dash, so I'll try to explain it as best I can instead.

Understand that these come with serious 🛑spoilers🛑 so please do read it at your own risk.

In Glass Silence, Narcissa's hair and eye color was black at birth. But after an accident with raw magic, something Bellatrix wasn't able to control when they were children, Narcissa almost dies. Bellatrix, using even more raw magic, tries desperately to pull Narcissa's "life force" back, but at the cost of losing the eumelanin that made Narcissa's eyes and hair black. Narcissa survived, but now has very little eumelanin left, which is why she's so pale, blonde, and has blue eyes. Every time Narcissa looks at a mirror, her reflection is a reminder of the day she almost died. Bella, on the other hand, is reminded of that day every single time she looks at Narcissa.

So! These are only a few fanfictions I could think of at the top of my head that tackles the issue of Narcissa's hair. In the books, to my knowledge, she is described as having blonde hair and very pale skin.

But let's take another deep dive, if you're up for it.

These are mostly theories, which are largely unconfirmed, but I think they're interesting to think about.

There's this description in the wiki:

"Narcissa Malfoy is described as tall, slim, "nice looking", and very pale, with blue eyes, long blonde hair, and a clear, cold voice. Her hair colouring thus differs from most of the House of Black, who generally have dark hair, though Narcissa does possess the arrogant good looks characteristic of her family."

There's also this pinterest photo of the Black sisters being compared to each other side by side, descriptively and physically. I'm so sorry, I don't know who drew it, but here's a link to the post on pinterest.

"Narcissa threw back her hood. She was so pale she seemed to shine in the darkness... long blonde hair streaming down her back."

Which is interesting because this hints that she's... different. It's a bit literal in this sense--she comes from a pureblood family, arguably the most influential and notorious one, the Blacks, who mostly have dark hair and eyes, and yet her physical appearance directly contrast that. There's also the matter of her namesake. She's the only Black to be named after a flower instead of a galaxy or a star. We aren't really given any explanation why she's the only one who's different. Even Sirius, who fought and died for the side of the Light, is named after the brightest star in the sky. Even Andromeda. It's been said that this is actually meant to be a parallel of some sort to Lily Evans. Narcissa and Lily are both named after flowers, even Petunia (Lily's sister). And I know there's this thing where it's a tie up to how Harry was ultimately saved by a mother's love: Harry lived at the beginning because of his mother's love, and Harry lives once again at the end of the books because Narcissa, a mother who wanted to save her own son, saved him.

If you read that scene in the books where Harry is saved by Narcissa, the whole scene is actually... pretty soft? There's that sort of disarming softness about Narcissa in that moment, where Harry expected to be callously dragged and prodded for a heartbeat. Instead, he gets a surprisingly gentle touch, a curtain of long blonde hair shielding him from the darkness, and the kind of tenderness he wouldn't expect from his enemies, "Is Draco alive?"

It's almost like Narcissa's appearance is something of a "tell". With Andromeda, she's described to have kind eyes, open, unguarded. She inherited her family's dark eyes and dark hair, and she even looks like Bellatrix's twin. I suppose we could say, Andromeda wants to fight that in any way she can by being openly kind. Narcissa is quite literally the opposite--guarded eyes, stoic expressions, cool and calculated emotions. We're veering into this fine line between fanon and canon in terms of their characterization (but only due to lack of canon materials) but personally, I think Narcissa having blonde hair and blue eyes is somewhat more fitting for her character. Again, this line:

"Narcissa threw back her hood. She was so pale she seemed to shine in the darkness... long blonde hair streaming down her back."

It's like that one glaringly obvious hint that everyone overlooks simply because... because it's the most obvious one. "Me! I'm different! I'm the last person you'd expect, but it really is me!"

Anyway. I've rambled on long enough. Hope this clears up some of that confusion, anon. Hoping it didn't ADD even more confusion... 😂 At the end of the day, this is just me speculating, gushing, and being One Big Fool™. So.

But either way, blonde hair, dark hair, mix of both, I adore her. Pretty much.

#narcissa black #narcissa malfoy #cissamione #anon #HAIR TALK #drabstuff #stupid ramblings

[iliveiloveiwrite]

Idol

A/N: I’m back to writing after my little break; I just needed this week to get back to enjoying writing again and I definitely am so here we are! I have so  many requests and yet here I am writing out a Draco fic. This is inspired by a conversation I had with the always lovely @dreamer821​ who loves Cassandra Clare just as much as I do - our conversations are making my day and I think you’re amazing. But it got me to thinking and this is the end result. I hope you all like! And yes, requests are still being written!

Summary: Bookshops, book signings.��

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none - fluff.

Word count: 2.3k

You unzip your jacket the moment you enter the warm shop. Draco copies your movement, unbuttoning his suit jacket underneath it too.

You shake your head at him fondly. Only he would dress so formally to an event such as this one.

The welcoming scent of old books and worn pages washes over you as you step further into the bookshop. Your stomach had been full of butterflies all day for you were finally meeting your favourite author after being a fan for so long. Draco had surprised you with tickets to the event for your birthday knowing how much you adored her books but how rare it was for her to travel to the UK.

Draco follows you to where chairs have been set up in expectation. He leans close to your ear, murmuring, “Where are we sitting then, love?”

“I don’t want to seem too eager by sitting right at the front, but I’d like to have a good view and be able to hear her.”

Draco smiles, “What about the third row?”

You nod, letting him lead you to two seats furthest from the aisle. You sit in the final seat; turning your body diagonally for a better view. Draco sits in the seat beside you, carefully placing your bag of books down on the floor in front of him. He had insisted that he be the one to carry them as you had piled six hardback books into the bag after long consideration over which books you would take to be signed. Eventually, you decided on the original hardbacks of the series that made you fall in love with the author in the first place. Nostalgia and sentimentality winning the battle of choice.

A hand on your knee makes you realise that your leg was bouncing with nerves and excitement.

“You okay?” Draco asks, eyes searching your face.

“Nervous. Excited.”

Draco chuckles, watching you fondly. From his happier moments at Hogwarts, he remembers you walking around with your nose permanently hidden away in a book. There was always one series that you would return to over and over again – rereading the first books then reading the new book when it was released. He never stopped noticing how much you adored this author, even after you fell in love with him. He didn’t need to understand your love for this particular muggle author; he just accepted it as part of you. So when he caught wind that she was visiting the UK on a book tour for her most recent work, he immediately bought tickets and surprised you on your birthday.

It was the hardest secret he has ever kept from you. It was the only secret he has ever kept from you.

“Are you happy with your choices of books?” He asks, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You nod, grinning, “Very happy. And I get doubled signed thanks to you coming with me.”  

“What better use of your partner is there?”

“Very true.”

“Have you thought of any questions you’d like to ask her?”

You bite your lip, “I have but I don’t know if I want to ask anything.”

“Why not?”

“What if I mess up and make a fool of myself in front of her?”

“Then I’ll have to make a bigger fool out of myself to take the attention away from you.”

You sigh, sliding further into your seat, “I can’t help but wonder how you’d do that.”

“I won’t need to,” Draco reassures, “You aren’t going to mess up.”

“You astonish me with your faith in me.”

“As you astonish me, dear.” He takes your hand in his, tangling your fingers together. “Now, let’s meet your idol.”

Quiet falls over the expectant crowd as the interviewer and your favourite author take a seat at the front of the room.

Your hand tightens on Draco’s as you take in the sight of finally seeing your idol in the flesh.

Draco leans towards you, whispering, “Can you see okay?”

You nod at him as the interviewer greets the crowd and the event begins.

The latest book in her series wrapped up the previous plots from past books before bringing in new issues for freshly introduced characters. Angels and demons were using Earth as a battleground and it was down to a group of misfit teenagers to stop it.

A cliché plot but when you first read the books as a misfit teenager at Hogwarts, you fell in love with the world-building and character development. You had also formed somewhat of a crush on the sarcastic blonde-haired character that as you sit next to him, reminds you of Draco.

He hadn’t read the books, and he didn’t intend to, but he was happy to sit through the interview for you. Anything for you.

You sit entirely enraptured by the author as she details her inspirations for the novel as well as her hopes for the series.

You couldn’t be certain you weren’t dreaming.

Soon enough, the interviewer opens up to questions from the floor. Hand after hand shoot up, all wanting an opportunity to ask a question, to talk to the author.

Draco nudges your side with his elbow. You turn to him, catching his eyes. You stare at each other for a moment before he mouths, ‘go on’. Your hand raises itself in the air.

“Yes, you in the corner next to the blonde-haired man.”

Your eyebrows fly into your hair; you point down at yourself checking the interviewer meant you.

“Yes, you. What would you like to ask?”

You clear your throat. Draco squeezes your hand in support, reminding you that he’s here. “Erm… well my question revolves around the lore that runs through the series. It’s so heavy with mythology and that’s essential to the plot, so I was wondering where you got your inspiration from?”

Your favourite author smiles at you; she smiles at you and you are certain you stop breathing. “That’s a really good question. There’s a lot of biblical references throughout the series given that it’s angels and demons, but I drew inspiration from everywhere. Greek mythology especially, I love the story of Hades and Persephone, so I wanted to include that in some format. But I also enjoy researching the lore and history surrounding witches and wizards such as witch hunts and knew I had to involve magical lore somewhere. The series really is an amalgamation of those interests. Thank you for your question! Thank you for coming!”

You settle further back into your seat as the interviewer takes more questions. You sit there in disbelief at the conversation you just had with your favourite author. Your heart pounds from the adrenaline. You could cry from happiness right now.

Draco’s arm wraps around the back of your chair; he leans in to whisper in to your ear, “You did good, love.”

“I did?” You mouth.

He nods, smiling at you before turning his attention back to the Q&A session. You let your mind wander slightly, taking it all in. Her books had been your lifeline through Hogwarts where you felt lonely and invisible; they had been your comfort through exam stress, and teenage stress. You knew you could return to her books and feel as if you were being welcomed home.

You didn’t know that Draco had noticed you.

It was the perfect relationship, really. You both adored books; Draco loved his non-fiction and latest journals in the advancement of potion making and medicine. You loved your fiction; transporting yourself to different worlds for hours at a time.

The library in your home was split down the middle; your books taking over one half, his taking over the other half. In the middle of the room was a couch where you would both spread out on a weekend and either read or catch up with work.

Draco’s hand on your shoulder brings your attention back to the room, “They’re moving onto the signing. Are you ready to meet your idol?”

Excitement bubbles in your gut, “Never more ready.”

You both the join the queue where you give your names to the worker waiting with sticky notes to put in your book. Draco says your name when asked; you look up at him questioningly, but he shrugs it off.

You’re practically bouncing in your spot in line as you amble closer and closer to your favourite author. You can see her head over the top of the line where she signs book after book, personalising each one.

The line gets shorter and shorter and it isn’t long before you’re standing in front of her, “You asked the first question,” she says, recognising you.

“I did,” You say, somewhat in shock, “I’m (Y/N).”

“Well (Y/N),” she starts, signing the first of your books and pulling the second towards you, “I loved that question, so thank you for asking it.”

“Thank you for writing these books; they meant the world to me through high school.”

“I’m glad they mean that much to you. Thank you for coming today!” She says, signing your last book with a flourish before handing the pile back to you.

You smile at her before turning away; watching Draco as he walks up to her with his pile.

“Another (Y/N)?” She chuckles.

“Not really, she’s my partner. I’m getting them signed in her name.”

She looks taken aback, “That’s lovely.”

Draco shrugs, “She would read these over and over again in high school. I never saw her without them. I couldn’t let her miss this at all.”

“That’s… really very sweet.”

Draco smiles, “Thank you.”

She takes her time signing his final book, saying to Draco that she’s writing a special message to you. She hands it back to him with a smile and a ‘thank you’. Draco nods his head before walking over to where you’re waiting for him with barely concealed tears in your eyes. She cannot help but think Draco looks exactly what she pictures the protagonist to look like.

“Love?” He asks, taking your pile of books from you and putting them carefully in the bag.

“Oh Draco,” You say, wrapping him up in a hug. Your face hidden in his chest; arms wrapped around his middle. “Thank you,” You utter, words muffled by his clothes.

Draco chuckles, placing the bag of now signed books on the floor, and running a hand through your hair, “You’re very welcome, love.”

You look up at him, tears still in your eyes, “You’re the best, I hope you know that.”

“I do, but it’s nice to hear it sometimes.”

You step back, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your jacket. Draco picks up the bag of books in one hand and holds your hand with the other. You walk out of the shop, taking a moment to fasten coats and jackets against the chill of the evening air.

“You asked a wonderful question, love.” Draco compliments.

“Thank you, darling. I wonder if she knew we’re a witch and wizard.” You muse.

Draco hums, “I do wonder myself. Is there a lot of witches and wizards in the books?”

You shake your head, “Not really. Though there is one figure that reminds me of Dumbledore in his description.”

Draco chuckles, “It wouldn’t surprise me at all if he met her once upon a time.”

You laugh with him, “No, I suppose it’d make sense.”

You fall silent as you walk down the street; hands swinging between your bodies.

“What did she say to you?” You ask Draco after a moment, “You looked to be having a good conversation.”

“She mentioned that I was the second person with your name, so I said that I was your partner. She thought I was very sweet; I’ll have you know.”

You lean into his arm, “You are very sweet. The sweetest.”

“I’m about to be even more sweet. Shall we get some dinner while we’re out?”

You groan in happiness, “Yes, please. I don’t feel like cooking tonight.”

Draco barks a laugh as he leads you into a nearby restaurant. You’re seated in a small booth and are given menus before ordering your drinks.

“Thank you for taking me, Draco. It means the world.” You say as the waitress goes to grab your drinks.

Draco smiles at you softly, “Anything for you, you know that.”

“I love you.” You grin.

“I love you too. You want to look at her signatures don’t you?”

You squirm in your seat, “I really do. Is that nerdy? It’s nerdy, isn’t it?”

“It’s not nerdy at all. I know that she wrote a special message for you in one of them.”

Your mouth drops open, “What? Really? You’re joking? Don’t joke about this.”

“I wouldn’t joke about this. She really did write a message for you.” Draco states, handing you the bag.

You pile the books onto the table, moving the ones she signed for you to one side. Focusing on the books that she signed for Draco. You run a hand over her signature; still not truly believing you met your favourite author.

“I can’t believe we met her,” You whisper in awe.

“You best believe it, love.”

You smile at him before flipping open the last book in the pile. The first two had simple signatures addressed to you, but as you turn the pages to the title page, you see her message inscribed in ink:

“To (Y/N), Few find a love like you have with him. He’s a keeper.”

And underneath is her shining signature. She had seen it so clearly; his love for you, and your love for him. It radiates from the both of you.

You show Draco the message and he laughs at it in disbelief, taking the book from your hands to read the message.

Draco eventually hands the book back to you, “I have to say I’m rather inclined to agree.”

“I think I agree with you. You are a keeper.”

His eyes shine with love and adoration as he holds your hand across the table.

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Aaaand we’re back!!! I can’t believe it’s been a year since the last time I found myself typing one of these, but here we are, and WHAT. A. YEAR. Full of the highest ups and the lowest downs and through it all, so, so many wonderful stories that have made this my best reading year in fandom, ever. If you’re interested, in no particular order, I’d like to share some of my absolute favorites with you ❤️ Banner art is by the immensely talented @upthehillart and with nothing else to add, here’s my

FAVORITE FICS I READ IN 2019 PART ONE

1. Grounds for Divorce - @tepre - 122k - Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter. A story about histories, a story about families. A story about a lemon tree somewhere in Upper Egypt.

This is the only thing on this list that is actually in order because DAMN. Because HOLY SHIT. This is my absolute favorite fic of all time and that’s not... I’m not exaggerating. I have INFINITE things to say about it, and actually, I have. Let me refer you to my long, gushy rec specifically about this masterpiece and just BEG you again to read it because it’s beautiful and it will change you and and and-

2. amid this warm and steady sweetness - warmfoothills - 21k - Harry is not living in a period drama, no matter what his friends or his new house or Malfoy’s sudden affinity for horse-riding might suggest, and if one more person uses the word courting, he’s going to start hexing people.

This is just beautiful. Every word feels like it’s been laid down with gentleness and the entire setting is vibrant, sweet, so lovely it’s almost palpable. I had never read anything for this pairing that was modeled after a period drama, and it was perfectly done, it made me laugh at the outfits and the teasing and the ridiculous situations all around, and go “awww” when it became sweet and now I just want to keep it close inside my heart. You simply have to read this. 

3. Star Quality - who_la_hoop - 118k - Two years after the war, and Harry’s content with his life. OK, so it’s a little annoying that he keeps winning Witch Weekly’s Most Eligible Bachelor award, and he’s really not looking forward to the unveiling of an enormous gold statue of himself, but he loves his friends, and he loves being an Auror. And if he yearns for something more, something he can barely bring himself to think about, well, he’ll probably get over it. No one’s happy all the time, are they? But then everything changes, and Harry’s thrown into a new and dazzling world he’s not sure he can actually escape from. And as time goes on, he starts to wonder: does he actually want to?

Incredibly creative and executed so masterfully that I couldn’t stop reading and finished it in a day. Features a fed up Harry (always appreciated in this house), alternate realities, concerts, retail jobs, wishes upon stars, balloons, boys not knowing how to communicate but still inevitably falling in love, and just hours and hours of FUN. 

4. And One To Play - @tackytigerfic - 21k - Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are the best team in the Auror Department, even when they're driving Gawain Robards up the wall. When Malfoy is injured on a mission, it causes Harry's magic to go haywire. Meanwhile, a mysterious criminal is draining people's magical cores and turning them into Squibs. Can Harry stop blowing Malfoy away in time to solve the case? And will Malfoy ever stop trying to get the last word?

GUYS THEIR DYNAMIC IN THIS ONE IS JUST PERFECT. The author wrote this absolutely incredible relationship where they trust each other and have so much fun and are so perfectly attuned to each other and I just sucked it right up because it’s so good. The case is interesting and engaging, Harry’s little predicament makes such a mess, and still their dynamic and friendship is the backdrop of it all. This fic is a really, really good time all around. 

5. That Old Black Magic - @bixgirl1 - 77k - Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy.

Reading this was one of the best moments of my entire year. I read it in a day, couldn’t put it down because the writing and the pacing and the dynamic are so incredibly good it blew my mind a little bit. It’s a slightly different take on the arranged marriage trope than what I was used to, and I loved it so, so much. It might be my favorite fic of Bix’s, ever. 

6. On a Clear Day - saras_girl - 41k - Draco Malfoy is waiting for his real life to begin, and it appears that he’s not the only one. Coffee, charity, and the wisdom of the elderly.

!!!!!! That’s all I can think to say!!!! In trying to read ALL of saras_girl fics I have found such ABSOLUTE GEMS and this is definitely, definitely one of the best of them in my opinion, it’s just so incredibly lovely in every way and I’m so weak for when they slowly let themselves be vulnerable with each other the more they get to know each other, and help each other be brave and !!!! again. This paints it so beautifully I just want to read it again and again. 

7. Renaissance - dysonrules - 33k - Harry awakens after a long sleep to find things terribly changed. He's not in an alternate universe... it just seems like it.

Surly, moody Harry is a weakness of mine, and the way he navigates the extremely difficult situation he finds himself in in this one was so interesting to read. I always do love Draco being capable and good at what he does, trying to become a better person through his work. A really, really good fic with fantastic characterizations and a plot that kept me on my toes the whole time. Definitely recommended. 

8. At the End of the Day - sara_holmes - 7k - No brooms, a distinct lack of balls, no comprehension of the offside rule and a Malfoy who apparently has magic feet. Harry never knew this stupid game could be so much fun.

This fic is so light, so lovely and young that I went back to it over and over again during the year. It carries that feeling of tentative new beginnings, letting go and reconnecting with those around you after going through terrible things, all of that in a way that never loses sight of the fact that they’re still teenagers and still deserve some fun and light in their lives. So, so cute.

9. take my hand once more - @candybarrnerd - 8k - Harry finds himself standing in front of the door to the Room of Requirement with no memory of having walked there or having walked past the required three times either.-Everything feels like it's falling apart, his second marriage is failing, and he would actually kill for a decent nights sleep, which must be why the Room of Requirement provides him with the solution of a bed when Harry steps through the door. When he wakes though, he finds it's so much more.

Oh god I ache just remembering this. It’s so, so good. Every word paints every feeling so effectively that I felt it etched into my chest and all of Harry’s love for Draco was mine and his sorrow was mine and what he felt after the Room of Requirement gives him what he needs is what I felt too and I was just broken and repaired completely in 8k words in the best way ever. You MUST read this now. 

10. Eternally Consistent - @alychelms - 44k - Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter assumed they would never be anything but civil enemies, until Potter lands on Malfoy's doorstep, bleeding, covered in curses, and acting very strangely indeed.

THIS IS EXCELLENT, REMARKABLE, EXTRAORDINARY!!! Omg every word, I swear every word had me on the edge of my seat and you see that time turner tag? Do you see it? It’s played in the BEST possible way, the case is so freaky and incredible and the work with the destroyed time turners and those... wizarding physics applied to it were so incredibly interesting. The characterizations are delicious, every moment Draco and Harry work together is fantastic, and in the end, when everything falls into place, it’s perfect. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. 1000000/10. 

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Each of these fics is incredibly close to my heart and I enjoyed them immensely. I hope they bring you all joy as well, and I’m ALWAYS here to gush about any of them ❤️ Happy holidays!

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pairing: draco x slytherin!reader

request: yes! i’m combining 2 slytherin!reader requests because they’re rather similar and i feel weird putting two nearly identical ones out, but i swear the storylines aren’t altered.

summary: draco has a teasing relationship with the reader--they playfully argue and go back and forth but never acknowledge the fact that there may be something more. draco notices her pulling back and becoming more reserved. he follows her out of the dining hall one day to find her having a breakdown over a dark secret.

warnings: breakdown (and not the dancing kind), if the summary didn’t already explain that. swearing and potentially suggestive argumentation. also ooc draco and i say “fuck you” to canon in this one

a/n: this is the first time i’m merged two requests together, so i’m feeling a little wacky but i hope it turns out to what you guys wanted! i’m so so lucky to have readers. i’d love any comments that you may have on my work, even if they’re constructive criticism!

music recs: peach pit is what comes to mind but i’m listening to scary stories as i write this lol because i live on the edgeeeeeee

word count: 2,924

Y/N was an organized girl, no doubt about it. So organized, in fact, that she never lost anything, and she most certainly never lost track of her wand.

So when she noticed in Charms that her wand was not stowed away in her cloak pocket, she immediately knew who did it.

Without even as much as a hello, Y/N strode over to her “friend” and fellow house member Draco Malfoy and shoved her hand into his pocket, wiggling it around.

“At least buy me dinner first.” Draco had started at the sudden sensation, but once he smelled the perfume of the witch behind him, he knew exactly who it was, not bothering to give her much of a reaction.

Y/N fished around his pockets for a bit before grabbing his shoulder and yanking him around.

“Where is my wand, Draco? I know you have it.”

He smirked evilly down at her, his eyes glinting with mischief. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sweetheart.”

“Yes, you do!” She pulled him towards her by his green and silver tie, trying to look as menacing as possible. “I swear to god, Draco, I’m gonna hex you into oblivion if you don’t give it back.”

“With what wand?” He laughed. “And let’s be real here, Y/N, you wouldn’t anyways. You love me too much.”

Y/N’s cheeks grew red at the suggestion.

“As if, Draco! Give me my wand back, or I’ll throttle you with my bare hands!”

“Ooh, kinky.” 

She let go of his tie, shoving him away. Who was he to suggest these things to her? He’d never been interested as long as she could remember--no matter how many subtle hints she’d dropped, he remained oblivious, instead choosing Pansy’s incessant fawning.

Pretending like it didn’t hurt when he was ignoring her was easy. Pretending it didn’t hurt when he was inches away from her face and fake flirting with her was a whole other deal. 

“Give me my wand, you git,” she commanded, holding her hand out. Perhaps if she was animated with her hands, he wouldn’t notice her blush. 

Draco raised an eyebrow, one side of his lip rising along with it. 

“Ask nicely.”

“May I please have my wand back?” she spat, each word filling her mouth with venom.

“We could work on your tone a tad, but I guess I might as well,” he responded, nonchalant and ignorant of the searing look she sent him. Digging through his satchel, he retrieved her wand, pressing it into her hand.

Y/N sent him a syrupy sweet smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. In the corner of her vision, she could see Pansy watching her with a sour look on her face.

She was never one to disappoint an audience.

“Thank you, Draco,” she cooed, taking a complete 180 from her previous demeanor. Throwing all caution to the wind, she stood up on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. 

When she settled back down to her usual height, she noticed that his eyebrow was still arched, but his evil look was replaced with one of inquisitiveness. 

“I knew you were in love with me,” he crooned.

“No, I’m just a big fan of charity work,” she shot back, spinning around and walking back to her desk.

It was, after all, just another Tuesday.

♥♥♥♥

“Are you still hopelessly obsessed with Draco?”

“Huh?” Y/N diverting her attention from her studies to what her roommate, Millicent, had just asked her. “Sorry, I was deep in a passage and didn’t catch that.”

Millicent rolled her eyes, crossing her legs on her bed. 

“I asked, are you still into Draco? I remember you talking about him in 4th year when we were getting dates for the Yule Ball arranged.” 

“Oh.” Y/N let her eyes fall back onto her textbook. “I don’t know, Mills. I think he’s kind of an arse. He totally knew that I was into him and asked Pansy instead.” 

Millicent chuckled sourly at that.

“Yeah, he was kind of immature back then,” she offered, resting her chin in her hand. “But, I don’t know, don’t you think that you guys have chemistry?”

Y/N thought for a few moments.

“I can’t say,” she responded. “But chemistry doesn’t really mean anything if they don’t care about you, you know? I think he messes with me just so he can feel like I’m still on the hook.”

“How do you know that?” 

“How do I know that he’s just using me?” Y/N rolled her quill over in her hands a few times. “I can’t say for sure, but I’m normally good at reading these situations and I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“So you’re saying that you do have hopes that he’s interested?” Y/N didn’t have to turn to know that her roommate was plotting. 

“I’m saying that I really don’t have time to be worrying about it right now,” Y/N opined. 

Before she knew it, a hand was taking her quill out of her hand and closing her textbook.

“Hey! You can’t--”

“It’s been too long, Y/N,” Millicent whined. “We need to have a good gossip, and now that midterms are over, we can catch up. Please?”

Y/N couldn’t help a smile from creeping into her stony expression. While she had had reservations about her roommate at first, she soon learned that they brought the best out in each other.

“Okay, okay, but I’m not making any rash decisions, alright?”

“And when would I ever let you do that anyways?”

They both erupted in giggles while Y/N allowed her friend to pull her onto the bed.

“So, for starters,” Millicent began. “I heard that Draco and Pansy are going through a rough patch right now.” 

“And who did you hear that from?”

“Irrelevant. But if you care, Blaise, and Theo confirmed it as well. And I would’ve found out without their help...they’re acting weird. Pansy looks like she’s ready to slit his throat at a moment’s notice, if you haven’t been paying any attention for the past 4 hours.”

Y/N laughed nervously. Of course she had noticed...but she didn’t want anyone to realize how much she actually cared.

“Yikes, I hope they figure that out. Their parents are going to be mad if they break up, right?”

“No, probably not. His parents really want him to end up with a Greengrass...something about settling a deal from a few generations ago.”

“Oh.” Y/N swallowed any other hope that she had left. “That sucks for Pansy. I know how much she likes him.”

Millicent paused for a moment, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t act like you haven’t been feeling bad as well,” she said, her tone softening. “I’ve noticed the pain in your eyes whenever you see them together.”

“And it doesn’t help when he seeks me out to mess with me!” Y/N exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “I try so, so hard to forget about him and pretend like he doesn’t matter to me, but he finds all of these ways to keep butting back into my life and it always works...”

Her roommate began rubbing her back, allowing the few tears being shed to fall in peace. 

“You’re worth so much, Y/N,” she told her firmly. “And unless I’m wrong, which we know is impossible, I think he kind of likes you too.”

“I don’t think you understand, though,” Y/N whispered. “Why would I ever want to be with someone who thinks of me as a second choice?”

Millicent was silent for a few breaths.

“Yeah. Maybe his parents pushed him to date her, though? Maybe he has a good excuse?”

“I don’t know, Mills. I’m just not going to think about it anymore, alright?”

♥♥♥♥

Draco was sitting across the breakfast table from Y/N, watching her sip her tea, waiting for the moment to throw another comment her way. 

The screech of owls interrupted his thought process, signaling that the morning post had arrived. A snowy owl landed gracefully next to Y/N’s plate, bearing a letter with a red wax seal on the back.

She shook herself out of her daydreams--she had been up late the night before cramming for an exam and had burnt through an entire candle. Stroking her owl, she whispered a genuine thank you and instructed it to fly on home.

Y/N picked up the letter, fingering the parchment. It was clearly from her parents--the wax seal bore the mark of her family’s crest. Confused, she ripped open the envelope and began skimming the letter.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Her vision began to blur as she folded the parchment up, shoving it back into her pocket. 

“Hey Y/N, what’s going--”

Before Draco could finish his sentence, she was already halfway down the aisle, moving quickly to the exit. He watched her go, wishing that he could follow but knowing that it wasn’t a good idea with the tension regarding Pansy.

It was high time to break up with her anyways--no reason to keep up appearances when he didn’t desire her.

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As the week went by, Draco noticed more and more changes in Y/N’s demeanor. She was eating less and spacing out more. Her skirt was wrinkled on Friday, something that rarely ever happened, and she was no longer sending him bitter remarks in response to his flirty ones. On Saturday, she stayed in her dorm instead of joining her friends for a day in Hogsmeade, something he had never seen her miss before.

Something was clearly wrong with Y/N, and for some reason, this twisted something in his chest more than breaking up with Pansy did. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw her messing around in the common room, either. It was unnerving, really. The witch had no business worrying him like that.

So, when he passed by her during a free period and saw her walking ahead of him, he made the executive decision to finally do something.

“Y/N!” he yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify the sound. “Y/N, wait!”

She halted, turning around slowly. When she saw who had called her name, she stiffened and made to continue on her path. 

Draco, anticipating such a reaction, had already begun to jog towards her, lightly pushing past the rest of the students going the same direction.

“Y/N! Please, I need to talk to you!”

 She picked up the pace, but Draco’s long legs caught up to her as he slipped a hand into the crook of her arm, startling her.

“What do you wa--”

“Can I please talk to you? It’ll just take a second. I promise.”

Her expression was unreadable, but he could tell that she was considering her options. 

“Fine,” she finally said. “What is it?”

“Not here,” Draco quickly said. “Somewhere private. The common room, maybe?” 

“If you wanted to off me, I doubt anyone would notice if you did it right here,” Y/N said, waving her hand dismissively. “But if you would really like to talk there, then I guess I’ll comply.”

Without another word, Draco led her down to the dungeons, keeping his hand tucked in her arm, not trusting her to stick by him. It felt strange--normally he was the one holding his arm out, but then again, this entire situation was out of character for him. 

Once they had reached the common room, Draco waved his wand and lit the fire, sitting down in front of the couch to watch the green flames lick the stone.

“Sit,” he instructed, patting the space on the couch next to him. 

Surprisingly, Y/N did as she was told, folding her legs up on the couch and sending Draco a death stare.

“Get on with it.”

“I just...I wanted to make sure that you were alright,” Draco faltered. Playing therapist was not something he had experience with. “I’ve noticed you acting strange since you got that letter at breakfast and it’s making me worry. Can you just tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it and we can be normal again?”

Y/N was silent for a while.

“You can’t fix this. Not this time. I’m sorry.”

“What do you mean I can’t? Just tell me, Y/N, please.”

Silence again...except for something else. Draco stole a glance at Y/N and was stunned to see the firelight illuminate tears rolling down her face. 

“Oh, no, Y/N, what’s wrong?” 

The question only made her gasps for air louder as Y/N curled herself into a ball.

“I’m sorry,” she managed. “You should go. You can come back later when I’m calmer, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, don’t apologize,” Draco murmured, bringing up a hand to steady her shoulder. “Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll make it better, alright?”

“My parents are forcing me into an arranged marriage,” she whispered, hugging her knees to her chest. “He goes to Durmstrang. I hate him. They offered my hand in marriage because they want his father to be more amiable to mine in this business deal, and since I’ve never been in a relationship, they think it’s the only chance I have anyways at finding a life partner.”

The sobs had stopped. Her tears fell silently now, staining the whites of her sleeves.

Draco himself had to process the information. Y/N, married to someone else? No, he never could’ve imagined that.

Without anything particularly useful to say, Draco just opened his arms.

“C’mere,” he awkwardly mumbled. 

Y/N studied him for a few seconds.

“I’m going to get snot on your shirt.”

“I don’t care.” 

With that settled, Y/N released her knees from her hold, instead crawling into his lap. He stroked her hair as she wept into his shirt and clung to him.

Oh, how this was embarrassing for her. She supposed that there was a reason why her parents were so desperate to accept an offer for her hand. 

Draco suddenly stopped, moving his hands to tap her shoulder.

“Y/N,” he began, “Would they make you marry him if you were already in a relationship?”

She sat up, blowing her nose into her handkerchief before answering.

“No, probably not. Why?”

“Well...” He pondered for a second, wondering if he was really going to be brave enough to say what he wanted to. “What if I was in the picture? They wouldn’t care to pass you off to some random Durmstrang boy if you had a Malfoy instead, right?”

Y/N stared at him.

“Er... probably not. That’s nice wishful thinking there, Draco.”

“I’m being serious!” He wasn’t expecting it to go this direction. 

“How do I know that you’re not joking?” she queried, scootching further away from him and trying to ignore the pain that flashed across his eyes.

“I let you cry all over my dress shirt,” he reminded her, motioning to the stains on his chest. “Do you think I’d do that for any girl?” 

Y/N just shrugged, hiccuping once before she stuffed her handkerchief back into her pocket. 

“I wouldn’t.” Draco answered his own question, reaching up to gingerly brush her hair out of her eyes. “I know it must be weird seeing me with Pansy.”

“Yeah, no shit,” she mumbled. “I didn’t even think about that. My disbelief was due to the fact that you’ve never been interested.”

Draco flinched. 

“I don’t think you’re completely right there,” he said, his hand pausing to cup her face. 

“Are you forgetting the Yule Ball ordeal? How you knew how much I liked you but you still went with Pansy instead?”

“You don’t understand,” he responded hastily. “I didn’t know--I was 14 and an idiot. I couldn’t tell if you liked me or not and I knew that she did, so I wasn’t afraid.”

“And so you dated her for another 2 years?” Y/N answered in disbelief, seemingly forgetting the fact that she had just been crying her eyes out.

“At first it was to make you jealous,” Draco explained. “But then Pansy’s parents began to expect a lot out of us, and I was waiting for the right time to break it off, and it just didn’t....ever come around.”

Draco jumped as Y/N smacked his shoulder.

“You’re an idiot,” she snapped. 

“I know.” Draco gulped. “And I’m sorry about that, Y/N, I really am. Let me make it up to you. Owl your parents and tell them that you had forgotten to mention that you’re already in a serious relationship with me.”

He curled an arm around her waist, highlighting the fact that while she wasn’t lying on his chest, she was still nestled into him.

“Under one condition,” Y/N told him, an elvish glint in her eyes.

“Yes?” He reached up his free hand to boop the tip of her nose.

“What was that?!” Y/N jerked her face away from his.

Draco smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry, I’ve always wanted to do that. You were saying?”

Her mouth was parted slightly in confusion as her brain tried to recall what she was about to say.

“I--just don’t be a pill, Draco, alright?”

“C’mon now, when have I ever been one?” He smirked down at her, wearing the expression that he adopted whenever they teased each other in class.

Y/N was trying her hardest to stay composed, but a genuine smile fought its way onto her face. It only widened when Draco leaned forward, pressing his lips to her forehead.

Pulling away, he uttered the words that would lead to her lightly smacking him on the shoulder again:

“I told you I could fix it.”

final a/n: kindaaaaaaa mad that i took on this request at this point because i totally could’ve turned this into a series where the reader and draco don’t admit feelings this early and instead decide to “fake date” so both parents would be happy but i have a lifeeeee grossssss

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Written In The Stars LXX (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: I’m currently back in school and I’m not happy– Also, I’ve been re-reading the whole story bc I need to see if I’m not fucking up my plot and shiiit the first books just plain suck with all those typos lmao I’m suffering -Danny

Words: 2,983

Warnings: None!

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Chapter Five: Bulgaria vs Ireland.

Once the night sky was setting, they strolled around the field to look at the souvenirs several wizards were selling.

"Wow, look at these!" said Harry, hurrying over to a cart piled high with what looked like brass binoculars, except that they were covered with all sorts of weird knobs and dials.

"Omnioculars," said the saleswizard eagerly. "You can replay action... slow everything down... and they flash up a play-by-play breakdown if you need it. Bargain — ten Galleons each."

"Wish I hadn't bought this now," said Ron, gesturing at his dancing shamrock hat and gazing longingly at the Omnioculars.

"Four pairs," said Harry firmly to the wizard.

"No way you're buying me those," Mel frowned, pulling out her own money and buying her own pair, which technically left her without money to spare, but she wasn't going to admit it. "No, don't even try to insist. This year you won't outdo my Christmas present and that's final."

"Don't bother," Ron also tried to reject Harry's offer, but it was too late for him.

"You won't be getting anything for Christmas," Harry told him, giving Mel a pointed look. "For about ten years, mind. Hear that? If you had accepted my gift, Mellow, you would've had ten years to outdo me."

"Fair enough," said Ron, smiling down at the Omnioculars.

"Oooh, thanks, Harry! And I'll get us some programs, look —" Hermione walked over to the next stand.

"I know you're lying," Mel whispered once Ron and Hermione were far from earshot. "There's no way you'll stop giving them presents, you're too nice."

"And you're too stubborn," He replied with a smile. "But I'll find a way to outdo you, anyway."

When they went back to their tent, Mel threw two little green pins at Fred and George.

"I got you those, considering you wasted all your money on a stupid bet."

"It won't be so stupid once we win," George said, pinning the souvenir to his jersey. "Then you'll feel stupid."

"I'm looking forward to it," She grinned.

And then a deep, booming gong sounded somewhere beyond the woods, and at once, green and red lanterns blazed into life in the trees, lighting a path to the field.

"It's time!" said Mr. Weasley, looking as excited as any of them. "Come on, let's go!"

They walked for about five minutes (Mel convinced Charlie to give her a piggy back ride) and talked animatedly about the game and their expectations. In front of them, there was the biggest stadium Mel had ever seen.

"Seats a hundred thousand," said Mr. Weasley. "Ministry task force of five hundred have been working on it all year. Muggle Repelling Charms on every inch of it. Every time Muggles have got anywhere near here all year, they've suddenly remembered urgent appointments and had to dash away again... bless them!"

"Prime seats!" said the Ministry witch at the entrance. "Top Box! Straight upstairs, Arthur, and as high as you can go."

So they climbed all the way up, Mel caught a glimpse of some annoucements that were magically appearing across the field.

'The Bluebottle: A Broom for All the Family — safe, reliable, and with Built-in Anti-Burglar Buzzer . . . Mrs. Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover: No Pain, No Stain! . . . Gladrags Wizardwear — London, Paris, Hogsmeade . . .'

"Look at that!" Mel said in amazement, taking a seat next to Harry.

But Harry was no longer looking at the field.

"Dobby?" Harry asked loudly.

Mel turned around, behind them there was a creature tha looked a lot like a mix between a very big doxie and a really ugly cat. It had huge brown eyes and a big round nose.

"Did sir just call me Dobby?" The elf squeaked.

"Sorry," Harry replied, "I just thought you were someone I knew."

"But I knows Dobby too, sir! My name is Winky, sir — and you, sir —" Its eyes fixed on Harry's scar. "You is surely Harry Potter!"

"Yeah, I am," Harry smiled awkwardly.

"But Dobby talks of you all the time, sir!"

"How is he?" said Harry. "How's freedom suiting him?"

"Ah, sir," said Winky. "Ah sir, meaning no disrespect, sir, but I is not sure you did Dobby a favor, sir, when you is setting him free."

"Why? What's wrong with him?"

"Freedom is going to Dobby's head, sir. Ideas above his station, sir. Can't get another position, sir."

"Why not?"

"He is wanting paying for his work, sir." Winky replied in a very low, very frightful whisper.

"Paying? Well — why shouldn't he be paid?"

Winky looked quite horrified at the idea and closed her fingers slightly so that her face was half-hidden again.

"House-elves is not paid, sir!" she said in a muffled squeak. "No, no, no. I says to Dobby, I says, go find yourself a nice family and settle down, Dobby. He is getting up to all sorts of high jinks, sir, what is unbecoming to a house-elf. You goes racketing around like this, Dobby, I says, and next thing I hear you's up in front of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, like some common goblin."

"Well, it's about time he had a bit of fun," said Harry.

"House-elves is not supposed to have fun, Harry Potter. House-elves does what they is told. I is not liking heights at all, Harry Potter," She gulped. "But my master sends me to the Top Box and I comes, sir."

"Why's he sent you up here, if he knows you don't like heights?" Harry frowned.

"Master — master wants me to save him a seat, Harry Potter. He's very busy," said Winky. "Winky is wishing she is back in master's tent, Harry Potter, but Winky does what she is told. Winky is a good house-elf."

"So that's a house-elf?" Ron examined Winky carefully. "Weird things, aren't they?"

"Dobby was weirder," said Harry.

"They have their own charm," Mel said absentmindedly.

Ron pulled out his Omnioculars and played around with them for a bit.

"Wild!" He said, turning the replay knob. "I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again... and again... and again..."

"Oh, stop it," Mel pushed down his Omnioculars, though she was grinning.

" 'A display from the team mascots will precede the match,' " Hermione read aloud her program.

"Oh that's always worth watching– National teams bring creatures from their native land, you know, to put on a bit of a show." Mr. Weasley added happily.

After a while of waiting and watching the stands get a little bit more crowded, the Minister arrived to their booth, he introduced a few people to Harry, holding a fatherly attitude towards the boy.

"Harry Potter, you know," He was talking to the Bulgarian Minister. "Harry Potter... oh come on now, you know who he is... the boy who survived You-Know-Who... you do know who he is —"

The wizard saw Harry's scar and pointing at it excitedly.

"Knew we'd get there in the end," said Fudge. "I'm no great shakes at languages; I need Barty Crouch for this sort of thing. Ah, I see his house-elf's saving him a seat... Good job too, these Bulgarian blighters have been trying to cadge all the best places... ah, and here's Lucius!"

The whole Malfoy family arrived at that moment. All wearing the same sneer.

"Ah, Fudge," said Mr. Malfoy. "How are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco?"

"How do you do, how do you do? And allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oblansk — Obalonsk — Mr. — well, he's the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and he can't understand a word I'm saying anyway, so never mind. And let's see who else — you know Arthur Weasley, I daresay?"

"Good lord, Arthur," Mr. Malfoy said in what sounded like the most false kindness she'd ever heard. "What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?"

"Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest." The Minister said almost at the same time, not really listening to the man.

"How — how nice," said Mr. Weasley.

"Guilty, that's what he is," Mel leaned to whisper in Harry's ear. "That man thinks he can fix anything with money..."

Harry barely nodded, his eyes fixed on Mr. Malfoy.

After they moved along, it didn't take long for Ludo Bagman to appear, looking rather excited and jolly.

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!"

The spectators screamed and clapped. Thousands of flags waved, adding their discordant national anthems to the racket. The huge blackboard opposite them was wiped clear of its last message

(Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans — A Risk With Every Mouthful!) and now showed BULGARIA: 0, IRELAND: 0.

"And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce... the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!"

The right-hand side of the stands, which was a solid block of scarlet, roared its approval.

"I wonder what they've brought," said Mr. Weasley, leaning forward in his seat. "Aaah!" He suddenly whipped off his glasses and polished them hurriedly on his robes. "Veela!"

"Excuse me?" Mel leaned closer to the edge, alarmed. "Those aren't mascots– those are women!"

But after looking at them for about five extra seconds, Mel understood that those couldn't possibly be just women. They were too similar, same skin color and hair– they moved as if time went by slower around them. They were, in the most fascinating way, extremely ethereal, like the fairy godmothers of her fairytales.

The veela started to dance around the field; something warm spread over her chest. She felt at ease. She felt too at ease, actually. Something was wrong.

She remembered what Dumbledore had told her on one of their many lessons, 'Beauty in magic almost never equals good or safe.' Things that shone too brightly were often that way so it would blind you from its actual intentions.

She shook her head, blinking rapidly and noticing the movement on her left. When she turned she saw Harry, trying to climb the wall that protected them.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione asked harshly.

Mel reached for the back of his shirt and forced him to sit down. Beside him, Ron was sitting stifly on his place, and he was destroying his Ireland hat.

'Sirens' was the first thing she thought. Even though she now knew that mermaids didn't look at all like a veela, she was pretty sure the effects were meant to be similar. Luring humans to their deaths... and Harry had fallen right into their trap.

"Honestly!" Hermione rolled her eyes, sinking further on her seat.

"Really?" Mel frowned. "Is that all it takes for you to lose your mind?"

"What?" Harry looked at her in a daze.

"Nevermind," She groaned, directing her gaze towards the field again to watch the veela stand aside.

"And now," roared Ludo Bagman's voice, "kindly put your wands in the air... for the Irish National Team Mascots!"

Next moment, what seemed to be a great green-and-gold comet came zooming into the stadium. It did one circuit of the stadium, then split into two smaller comets, each hurtling toward the goal posts. A rainbow arced suddenly across the field, connecting the two balls of light. The crowd oooohed and aaaaahed, as though at a fireworks display. Now the rainbow faded and the balls of light re- united and merged; they had formed a great shimmering sham- rock, which rose up into the sky and began to soar over the stands. Something like golden rain seemed to be falling from it —

"Excellent!" yelled Ron as the shamrock soared over them, and heavy gold coins rained from it, bouncing off their heads and seats.

"Leprechauns!" said Mr. Weasley.

"There you go," Ron shouted, giving Harry a handful of gold coins, "for the Omnioculars! Now you've got to buy me a Christmas present, ha!"

The great shamrock dissolved, the leprechauns drifted down onto the field on the opposite side from the veela, and settled themselves cross-legged to watch the match.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, kindly welcome — the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I give you — Dimitrov!"

A scarlet-clad figure on a broomstick, moving so fast it was blurred, shot out onto the field from an entrance far below, to wild applause from the Bulgarian supporters.

"Ivanova!"

A second scarlet-robed player zoomed out.

"Zograf! Levski! Vulchanov! Volkov! Aaaaaaand — Krum!"

"That's him, that's him!" yelled Ron, following Krum with his Omnioculars.

"And now, please greet — the Irish National Quidditch Team! Presenting — Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mullet! Moran! Quigley! Aaaaaand — Lynch!"

"They all have Firebolts," Mel gasped. "There's no way Bulgaria can beat that!"

"And here, all the way from Egypt, our referee, acclaimed Chairwizard of the International Association of Quidditch, Hassan Mostafa!"

"Theeeeeeeey're OFF! And it's Mullet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Back to Mullet! Troy! Levski! Moran!"

Her heart was leaping every so often she could hardly remain still. They game was thrilling, she even thought that a person like Erick, who didn't like Quidditch that much, would enjoy a game like this one. One could tell it was professional players out there, they moved around the field which such simplycity that even caused her to long for flying.

She thought about it for a second. Maybe, just maybe, she could try to join their school Quidditch's team this year. Harry said she was good enough, perhaps he wasn't lying.

The veela had lost control after watching their team losing by a great amount and transformed into some type of harpies, Mel thought Dumbledore would've been proud of her deduction skills, having figured out the veela on her own.

Krum, Bulgaria's seeker, had been severly injured, but that wasn't the only thing happening.

"Look at Lynch!" Harry yelled abruptly. "He's seen the Snitch! He's seen it! Look at him go!"

Both seekers were now heading towards it at great speed.

"They're going to crash!"

"They're not!" roared Ron.

"Lynch is!" yelled Harry.

Right at that moment Lynch fell flat on the grass, Krum had suddenly flown up into the air.

"The Snitch, where's the Snitch?" Charlie yelled

"He's got it — Krum's got it — it's all over!" Harry yelled back.

Krum, his red robes shining with blood from his nose, was rising gently into the air, his fist held high, a glint of gold in his hand. The scoreboard was flashing BULGARIA: 160, IRELAND: 170 across the crowd, who didn't seem to have realized what had hap- pened. Then, slowly, as though a great jumbo jet were revving up, the rumbling from the Ireland supporters grew louder and louder and erupted into screams of delight.

"IRELAND WINS!" Bagman shouted, who like the Irish, seemed to be taken aback by the sudden end of the match. "KRUM GETS THE SNITCH — BUT IRELAND WINS — good lord, I don't think any of us were expecting that!"

Mel turned at the comment, locking eyes with George who sent a pleased grin her way. Those two, she couldn't believe they were so lucky.

"What did he catch the Snitch for? He ended it when Ireland were a hundred and sixty points ahead, the idiot!" Ron said in disbelief.

"I thought he was a genius," Mel snorted.

"He knew they were never going to catch up! The Irish Chasers were too good... He wanted to end it on his terms, that's all..." Harry explained.

"He was very brave, wasn't he? He looks a terrible mess..." Hermione said, peering to the field were the team was now standing.

"I love Quidditch!" Mel beamed. "Have you seen anything as impressive and breathtaking as that?"

"I don't think so," Harry replied, smiling.

He wasn't looking at the field, though.

"Vell, ve fought bravely," someone said behind them in a very thick accent.

"You can speak English!" said Fudge, looking at the Bulgarian minister with wide eyes. "And you've been letting me mime everything all day!"

"Vell, it vos very funny," said the minister.

"And as the Irish team performs a lap of honor, flanked by their mascots, the Quidditch World Cup itself is brought into the Top Box!" roared Bagman. "Let's have a really loud hand for the gallant losers — Bulgaria!"

One by one, the Bulgarians filed between the rows of seats in the box, and Bagman called out the name of each as they shook hands with their own minister and then with Fudge. Krum, who was last in line, looked a real mess. Two black eyes were blooming spectac- ularly on his bloody face. He was still holding the Snitch.

And then came the Irish team. Aidan Lynch was being sup- ported by Moran and Connolly; the second crash seemed to have dazed him and his eyes looked strangely unfocused. But he grinned happily as Troy and Quigley lifted the Cup into the air and the crowd below thundered its approval.

At last, when the Irish team had left the box to perform another lap of honor on their brooms (Aidan Lynch on the back of Connolly's, clutching hard around his waist and still grinning in a be- mused sort of way), Bagman pointed his wand at his throat and muttered, "Quietus."

"They'll be talking about this one for years," he said hoarsely, "a really unexpected twist, that. . . . shame it couldn't have lasted longer. . . . Ah yes. . . . yes, I owe you . . . how much?"

For Fred and George had just scrambled over the backs of their seats and were standing in front of Ludo Bagman with broad grins on their faces, their hands outstretched.

Next Chapter —>

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Reality V

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Author’s note: Heyyyy, I’m back!!! *lowers eyes in shame* Anyway, I am continuing this story thanks to the inspiration I received after reading almost all of @acciodracoo​ ’s stories (thanks, btw!) I don’t remember what my initial vision for this was, but I am pretty sure it’s quite different now, and that’s okay. Also, the reader is officially a Ravenclaw because it was necessary for plot. Thanks and enjoy reading!                            –Bernadine

Warnings: Swearing/vulgarity, not-canon-ness

Word count: 1636 :)

Series Masterlist

You needed to talk to Trelawney. Yes, you knew she was crazy and irrational and, maybe, probably, a bit of an alcoholic, but there wasn’t anyone else who could help. You briefly wished you could ask Marcus to go with you, but he’d been an absolute dick earlier, and there was no way you were going to approach him for help.  

But, now, you had to focus on dinner, and detention with Slughorn afterwards.

Malfoy, of course, would be there, and you were in no mood to deal with his moodiness or his bullying.

You head for the Dining Hall reluctantly, dreading the inevitability of seeing Marcus, wondering if you’d be eating alone.

You did have other friends, but none as close as Marcus. Until now, there hadn’t been a need for other people to talk to. Marcus knew everything about you. His parents had been friends with yours during their years at Hogwarts, and you and Marcus had grown up spending every summer alternating your time in between each other’s houses. You were so similar; you just clicked. Both the only child and both exceptionally intelligent, in your own ways.

So, when you trudged into the Dining Hall and locked eyes with Marcus, who’s expression looked notably apologetic, it was not easy for you to turn toward the girls you dormed with, and ask to eat with them instead.

“Hello. Do you guys have room for me to sit?”

Mandy Brocklehurst and Sue Li turned their heads and looked at you. Mandy met your eyes with glee as she scooted to make room for you to sit, “Sure, Y/N! Not sitting with Marcus today?” Her eyes shifted down the table, where Marcus was eating with a distinctive look of displeasure on his face.

You shook your head, and sat down, “No, we got into a bit of a fight earlier.”

Sue nodded knowingly, “I’ve noticed it too, Y/N. He’s distancing himself from you.”

You frowned at her a bit. Mandy and Sue were, like most Ravenclaws, a bit weird. You were, however, a bit weird as well, and willing to accept the weirdness and move on, so you just gave her a resigned shrug.

“Y/N would rather not talk about it Sue,” said Mandy, shooting Sue a not so subtle glance, “Anyway, how have things been with you? It’s been forever since we’ve chatted.”

You spent the rest of dinner talking gratefully to Sue and Mandy. Sue, a half-blood witch, was graced with silky black hair and kind eyes. She was rather short and thin, but you’d seen her casting spells in class, and she could clearly hold her own. Mandy, on the other hand, had wavy, chestnut-colored hair and hazel eyes. She was taller than Sue, and quite popular with the boys for her figure. Both of them were rather pretty, you noticed, and by time dinner was over, you were remembering why you hadn’t spent more time with them: they made you feel exceptionally average.  

“I was just about to jinx the bitch, but instead I tripped and fell at her feet. I was so embarrassed, and Sue just stood there and didn’t help at all!” laughed Mandy as she finished another story, and you laughed along, enjoying yourself quite a bit and successfully forgetting about both Marcus and Malfoy.

It was only when you happened to glance up and see Draco standing that you remembered. You watched him leave the room, robes billowing behind him, and excused yourself, “Ugh. I’ve got to go to detention with Slughorn…and Malfoy,” you said, rolling your eyes to Sue and Mandy.

“For being late today? Hm, rather harsh for Slughorn, don’t you think, Mandy?” asked Sue, a sympathetic look in her dark eyes.

Mandy nodded her head, expression scandalized, “Yes, I do. Though, I suppose he is rather traditional. And he doesn’t seem to like Malfoy much.”

“Hopefully Malfoy doesn’t murder me while we do whatever menial task ol’ Sluggy deems appropriate,” you mused. Sue and Mandy giggled, and you continued, “He seems a bit off lately, yeah?”

Mandy nodded again, “Draco has been a tad crueler than usual, yes.” You considered telling them about what happened in the hallway a few weeks ago, when you had seen him crying by himself, but something told you that it would be better kept between you and him.

“Well, anyway, I’ll see you later!”

They waved cheerily as you scurried away, nervous once again about the evening when the effects of Sue and Mandy had worn off.

You walked down the halls quickly, and by time you had arrived in Slughorn’s classroom, it was 7:30 pm. Draco was standing by Slughorn’s desk, and Slughorn was bent over, rifling through a drawer in his desk.

“I know I’ve put it in here somewhere, Mr. Malfoy, don’t worry,” he muttered as he searched frantically.

Draco, unsurprisingly, did not look a bit concerned with whatever object Slughorn was desperate to find. His blonde eyebrows were pinched and his lips were pursed, an expression that displayed mild annoyance with the professor.

As you approached, you called, “Why not try an accio spell, Professor?”

Draco and Slughorn turned toward you, Draco raised an elegant eyebrow and Slughorn looked perturbed, as usual.

“Oh, hello Miss L/N. While that is an excellent idea, this particular item is enchanted so that it does not respond to the accio charm.”

Draco huffed, as if you had been dumb to suggest this, and your cheeks tinted red, “Sorry, Professor.”

“No need to apologize, Miss L/N,” He stands upright, a small, rusty gold key in his hand, “I’ve found it! Alright then, let’s get you two to work.” With this, he shuffled to the back of the classroom, you and Draco following suit, where there was a door that you had never seen be opened before. He thrust the small key into the door’s lock, revealing a cramped room full of labeled vials that you recognized as various potion ingredients.

“Ah, yes. This is our master ingredient room, where Hogwarts stores all of the potions and potion ingredients not used regularly for classes. The regularly used ones, as you know, are stored in the cabinet just there,” he gestured behind you, “For your detention, I’d like you to condense these vials. There may be repeat vials with the same ingredients, I just need you to organize them into larger containers and sort them.”

Your eyes swept across the rows, there was no way you would have this finished in one night.

Just as you were about to protest, Draco spoke up, “Professor Slughorn, sir,” his grey eyes were clouded and his nostrils flared, “Forgive me, but I don’t see how we can have this done in one night.”

Slughorn nodded vaguely, “Yes, I suppose it might take more than a few days, it hasn’t been organized since before I started teaching years ago, as far as I know. Might teach you a lesson about tardiness, hmm?” He chuckled under his breath, “You can continue working each night until it’s done, then,” he made eye contact with you and Draco, “Well, get working, I’ll be in my office if you need me.”

With that he trotted off, leaving you standing in the tiny room with a clearly agitated Draco.

“Erm, I guess I’ll start on this side,” you pointed to the shelf closest to you, “and we can meet in the middle?”

Draco’s fists were clutched tightly at his sides, and his eyes were narrowed, focused away from you blankly at the shelf in front of him.

You cleared your throat, “Erm… Malfoy?”

His eyes shifted over to you. For a split second, you could have sworn his expression was panicked. Then, his brow hardened and he turned away, “Fine.”

The next half-hour was filled with only the sound of tinkling glass bottles being rearranged. You turned around, wondering how far Draco’d gotten. His back was facing you, broad and tall, robes perfectly ironed. His platinum hair was perfectly styled, even from the back.

He must have felt you looking, because he turned around and looked you up and down with narrowed eyes, “Spying on me again, are you?” His tone seemed less hostile than earlier, and you cleared your throat and turned back to your shelf.

“Of course not, just wondering how far you’d gotten,” you replied.

Your mind wandered as you worked, and you came to think about the box Draco had been lugging around during Potions. Silence filled the air a few minutes more before curiosity got the better of you, “So, what was the box for? Earlier, I mean?”

Draco tensed, and glanced back at you, not that you saw. Your eyes were locked on the shelf in front of you, which you had barely managed to condense in the 30 minutes you’d had already.

His tone flipped again, “None of your business,” he snarled.

“Well I’d say it’s my business if you getting it caused both of us to be stuck in here together,” you retorted.

At this, Draco turned around, “What’d I say about being nosey, L/N?”

You turned too, and were surprised to find him, once again, inches away from you in an attempt at intimidation. You could feel his breath hitting your face as his chest heaved dramatically.

Reluctantly, you backed down, “Fine. I was just curious. Seemed important.”

Draco emitted a grunt, and you both went back to working in silence.

Another hour or so later, Slughorn returned and bid you goodnight, allowing you to return to your dorms for the night.

Draco bowed his head to Slughorn in begrudging respect, “Thank you, sir.”

You followed him out of the classroom. He turned towards the Dungeons without looking at you, and rushed off.

This was sure to be a fun week.

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Raindrops on Roses - A Dramione One-Shot

Author's Note: So I posted this on Archive of Our Own originally and I will probably post it to FanFiction. net if I haven't already. It was just a kind of fun idea I had in my head that turned really—sad.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and the characters in that universe, only the non-canonical part of the plot is mine.

Enjoy! ❤

He was laying on my lap, and his hair was as fair as snow.

"I met you before, I think." Draco said quietly. "Your name was Juniper, then. My name was Astra. My mother was the bear—a queen, Ursa—and my father died in the war. You were a commoner but—" he inhales and closes his eyes. "—we were friends, I think. And I think I loved you then. Really loved you."

"I'm sorry I don't remember, Draco." I ran my fingers through his hair, so soft. So mine. "I wish I did."

"I wish you did, too." He whispered. He took my hand and kissed it, and he smiled at me.

I may not remember before, but I'll always remember you.

We were four.

Despite our close friendship throughout our childhood, Draco was particularly mean to me at school. He sent me letter sometimes, but that stopped during second year. But I remember him, and I remember a field of dandelions and grass so green it was like magic.

How is it that I'll never forget him? It seems like he's so eager to hate me with his disgusting blood purist ideologies that I know he doesn't believe in.

But I remember him from when we were children. Maybe he's changed his mind.

I'll always remember him.

After Ron ruined my night in fourth year, Draco danced with me in an empty corridor. We didn't speak a word but he looked at me, the way he probably did before.

He walked away without a goodbye.

I cried on the floor.

Draco was silent beside me as we went on patrols together. We were in sixth year, and he was awfully silent. He didn't go on patrols with the other prefects, barely showed up in class. I don't bring it up, and I pretend not to notice. He can have his silence, and I can have my peace.

Sometimes, he looks at me with so much pain. And I know, I know that there are so many apologies left unsaid. I'm sorry I don't remember and I'm sorry for being so cruel. I don't look at him when he looks at me like that—I can't.

He stopped me, that night. He stopped me from leaving. He grabbed my wrist and spun me around. We danced in the corridor without music, and we cried together. My boy, so broken. So mine.

"I wish you remembered." He had said. "I'm sorry for being so—I'm sorry, Hermione. I'm sorry."

He held me in his arms after curfew in a dimly lit corridor. I let him. "I'm sorry I don't remember, Draco. I'm sorry."

He held me tighter, he held my face in his hands, forehead on mine. Eyes closed. He looked so very much like the boy in the field of dandelions. "Just—just know that I love you, Hermione. And it's not because of—because of before, it's not. It's because of now and I'm sorry for everything I just—" he laughs, so bitter. I can feel my heart breaking just so, just like that. He's shaking like a leaf. "I love you. And I'm sorry that it's like this and I'm sorry for being such a dick and for not sending you letters anymore and for being a coward because it hurts, it hurts and I'm so sorry, Hermione."

"I can't promise you before—Draco, I can't. But after all of this is over—we can, we can be us again, like when we were kids and I can—I can't promise you after, Draco. I love you too, I do. I'm so sorry."

He just smiles so sadly, and I can feel myself breaking in his hands.

The headmaster fell from the highest tower.

The glass in the Great Hall broke.

Hagrid's hut was on fire.

My boy was gone.

"How many horcruxes?"

"There are six. The cup, the diary, the diadem, the locket, the ring, and the snake."

The battle was won. The light had conquered.

Instead of relief, all I felt was sadness. Crippling, crushing sadness and anger and regret.

Draco was dead.

And I remembered.

Juniper and Astra—and we were in love. And we were electric, he was a prince and he was blazing electricity and I was the most powerful witch of the age and fire and I remembered. And Draco was gone—dead, dead—gone.

Draco was gone.

I dropped to the floor.

My heart ached so much.

There were two ghosts in Malfoy Manor, they were lovers. One had hair as fair as snow, much like all the Malfoys before them, and one had the knowledge of the centuries.

Narcissa knew the first ghost very well. This was her Draco, her darling boy. The second ghost, she did not know very well, but she recognized her. This was the Granger girl.

Sometimes, late at night, there would be music in corridors. She always checked, and she always saw these two lovers dancing in the corridors.

And she asked them what their names were, and most days Draco would look at her with a cheeky smile and said, "You know who we are, mother." and Narcissa's heart would ache so much for her son, ached so much for both of them.

And some days, only sometimes, Draco would cackle with electricity and Hermione's hands would burn with fire, and Narcissa would ask them what they were called. They said Juniper and Astra, His Royal Highness Prince Astra and the Royal Oracle Miss Juniper.

She wrote their stories for everyone to read.

I'll always remember you.

The ghosts went on after that.

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[anothertinystory]

Do me a favour, will you? [ Part I ]

» "If you help me, I’ll help you, remember? You don’t want to fulfill your end of the bargain? Fine. But then don’t expect to hold me to mine.“ Draco sighs defeated. She knows she has him. "You are a disease, Granger.” «

New year, new story! Hello (again?) to anyone reading this. I wish you a year, that treats you kindly! I’ve started writing this in December and truthfully, I don’t have it fully plotted out yet. I’m just writing as I go, so enjoy this - or don’t, your call. 🤷‍♀️

*note: I’m not an english native speaker, so please excuse any grammar mistakes. I’ll gladly fix them, if you point them out to me.

It’s well after dinner time when Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy cross the empty corridor on the third floor. It’s a rather unusual sight. The witch is walking in fast confident strides while the Slytherin follows after her dreadfully. When they round the corner, he stops her, a nervous look on his face.

“You cannot seriously expect me to go through with your ridiculous plan. I won’t.” She takes Harry’s cloak and unfolds it. “Fine”, she says with an unbothered voice. “Then I’ll do it on my own.” Draco shakes his head, bewildered. “What? No, Granger. You shouldn’t do this at all. Just leave it.” She raises one eyebrow, as if to taunt him. “Or what? You’ll have your father hear about this?” “No”, he says incredulously. “In fact, I’d prefer it if he didn’t hear about any of it. I happen to value my life unlike some people.” His tone is mocking but she knows he’s nervous. It doesn’t stop her from proceeding with her plan however.

“If you help me, I’ll help you, remember? You don’t want to fulfill your end of the bargain? Fine. But then don’t expect to hold me to mine.” Draco sighs defeated. She knows she has him. “You are a disease, Granger." He takes the cloak from her hands and steps towards her, before enclosing them in the space of the fabric. He wonders how she even got it in the first place, but doesn’t dare to ask.

They’re entirely too close for comfort in Draco’s opinion, although Hermione doesn’t seem to notice. This close he can smell the soapy scent of her hair. He also registers their height difference. The witch doesn’t even reach his chin. The Slytherin scolds himself for noticing these things. He shoos her straight ahead, trying to stay in step with her, so that they don’t fall over.

They reach their destination, the wooden door to the office of none other than Professor Snape. "I trust you to know your way in.” He can barely see the expression on her face in the darkness of the cloak, but assuming from the closeness of her voice, she’s looking at him. Probably expectantly, with her typical Granger stare. It’s reckless to believe they’d get into the room without problems, it’s Snape after all. After someone had broken into his office years before - someone being the very witch standing next to Draco - the Professor had taken precautions outside of the ordinary. But the Blonde is nothing if not thorough. For the past couple of days he has spent hours figuring out how to get into the room without alarming his godfather. Needless to mention that he finally succeeded yesterday.

And now - well, they’re here and he can’t really back out with Grangers promise at the forefront of his mind. It’s going to be fine, he tells himself - but optimism is not a Malfoy trait and the consequences for breaking and entering a Professor’s office are not necessarily very reassuring. Hermione, however, doesn’t care for any of that and shoves him towards the door. “We don’t have all night, you know?”

Her hand rests on his back, as if to make sure he doesn’t make a break for it. The thing is, it doesn’t help him concentrate at all. He grabs her wrist from behind and pulls her next to him. “Not helpful, Granger.” She gives him a doubtful look. “Are you sure, you can do it?”

That, ultimately is what gets him going. Hermione Granger questioning his abilities is not something he takes very well. The chance of proving himself to her is his kryptonite. He gets to work.

Once they’re in, Hermione takes over. She goes through the shelves full of glass jars, each content stranger than the last. She halts before what seems to be the eye balls of an animal. At least, Draco hopes it’s an animal. He can’t be sure. Hermione makes a disgusted face for a split second, before moving on. When she finds what she’s looking for, she summons an identical jar out of her tiny satchel and replaces it with the original. The other - containing real dragon bones, the last ingredient on her list, disappears into her bag without noise. She turns to him and smiles - that is their cue to go.

Back in the corridor, Draco once again engulfs them in the safety of the cloak. After sealing the office, they head back, careful not to cross anyones path. When she speaks, Draco finally lets out the breath he’s been holding. “That went better than I expected.” Thankfully, he mentally adds. He doesn’t want to think about what would have happened, had Snape turned up unexpectedly.

As they enter safe territory, Draco pushes them behind a statue, to step out of the cloak. He hands it back to her and Hermione puts it in her entirely too tiny satchel, charmed to be more space efficient. Hermione looks up at him then, her brown eyes showing signs of relief. “Thanks for keeping your word, despite threatening not to.” The hint of amusement in her tone eases his tensed shoulders a little. “You know what that means, Granger.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m well aware.” They hear someone walking by, and freeze. Their corner is hiding them from view and technically they’re not prohibited from being here, but nonetheless Hermione pulls him towards her, closer to the statue.

He notices, once again, how tiny she is, compared to him. Her hand is still grasping the fabric of his robe where his forearm is, when the sound of footsteps subside. She doesn’t let go for a good while after that and Draco, too, doesn’t dare to move. Eventually, though, he takes a step back again, to look around the corner. The hall is clear. He motions for Hermione to come along and they take towards their dormitories.

When their paths lead them into different directions, Hermione gives him a smile - something he doesn’t get to see from her very often. “Night, Malfoy. Don’t get yourself caught.” He nods. “Likewise.” And before he can say any more, she already disappears into the night.

“You’re not going to tell us, how you got the dragon bone, are you?” Ron watches her with a hint of resignation. “I’m afraid not, no.” Hermione doesn’t meet his eyes, when she says that. Instead she focuses on the potion before her. Harry, Ron and her are sitting on the floor of the girls lavatory on the second floor. They’re alone - well almost. Moaning Myrtle is there, too. But after being mostly ignored by the trio within the first ten minutes of arriving, she decided to sulk in one of the bathroom stalls. Every now and then, she makes a dreadful sound, but Hermione has no time to worry about the ghost.

“It’s almost ready. Check the door again, will you?” Harry does as he’s told. No one comes here, usually. But it’s best to check nonetheless. He soon returns, shaking his head. “No one’s near.” He eyes the potion with curiosity. “Are you sure, it’s going to work?” She sighs. “No. But it’s our best shot. Unless you have a better idea.” He only shakes his head. Ron on the other hand, seems to be more optimistic. “It’s going to be fine, Harry. Don’t worry. If there’s one thing we can rely on, it’s Hermione’s obsession with research.” He gives his friend an encouraging smile.

It feels like an eternity later, when the potion sizzles and fumes in a way, that indicates it did indeed work as intended, that Harry dares to move again. “It’s ready.” Hermione takes a ladle and scoops some of the liquid into the vial, she’s brought. “We’re going to get this to him, next thing tomorrow morning.”

The next day is a Saturday. Hermione meets the boys at breakfast. She also catches sight of Draco. He already sits at the Slytherin table when she enters the Great Hall. They lock eyes for a moment, long enough for them to acknowledge each other, short enough to not raise suspicions. Hermione thinks about their agreement. He fulfilled his part. There certainly were moments, when she worried he wouldn’t. But he did - and soon, she would have to return the favour.

When she reaches the Gryffindor table, Hermione greets the anxious face of Harry and at his side, a sympathetic Ron. The witch sits down opposite them. “Stop looking so dreadful, Harry. We’re going straight after the morning post has arrived. It’s going to be fine.” She tries to console him with a sincere smile and he returns it, if a little reluctantly. “Do you have the vial with you?” Ron gives her a questioning look. “No, I didn’t want to risk anything.” Ginny sits down next to her then, along with some other Gryffindors. Hermione, before giving her friends a pointed look, starts eating her breakfast in silence. 

“Hermione, where were you last night after dinner?” The ginger witch turns to her, expecting an answer. She feels the curious eyes from the other students at the table. “I had work to do”, she says and merely shrugs. When the attention turns elsewhere after that, Hermione gives Ginny a knowing look and mouths later. The other girl gives a curious nod and they continue their breakfast with lighter conversations.

When the owls pass by above their heads, bringing letters and packages for the students, Hermione, Ron and Harry get up to leave. In that very second, however one of the birds lets an envelope fall into Hermione’s hands. For a second she curiously eyes the paper with her name on it in bold letters. Who’d send her a letter? It’ll have to wait until later, she decides, and tucks it away into her pocket. In the midst of the owl chaos above, the trio makes their way out of the Great Hall.

They stride towards Hagrid’s hut after Hermione has picked up the potion she safely stored away in her dorm room. Ron knocks on the big wooden door of the hut and it takes a moment until their giant friend opens it. “Ron, Hermione, Harry! You’re early. Is everything alright?” He ushers them in and Hermione and Ron look at Harry, who now seems simultaneously guilty and anxious. “Hagrid, I’m so sorry about Bertie. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.” Hagrid raises his eyebrows in surprise. “That was you?” Harry nods apologetically and Hagrid sighs. “I thought one of my creatures had frightened him. He’s sprained a leg, but it’ll heal in no time, no worries.” After mustering the boy, the elder continues, “I’m glad you came and told me.” “I was trying to find you, but he surprised me - and I him apparently. He bolted and disappeared into the forest and before I could go after him, McGonagall appeared and dragged me back inside. I couldn’t risk her finding out. I’m sorry.” Hagrid nods sympathetically. “It’s alright. I mean… He shouldn’t even be here. I just couldn’t leave him like that.” Sensing his sadness, Hermione interjects. “On the other hand, we have good news, too. Right, Harry?” 

Hagrid turns to her then, curiously. The trio looks at each other before Ron blurts, “we have the invisibility potion. Hermione brewed it last night.” Hagrid is astonished at that, to say the least. When Hermione holds up the vial, he asks with both wonder and concern. “How did you get this?” Hermione smiles proudly. “Don’t worry about that.” In the back of his mind he does worry, because where in Merlins name would the they get the required ingredients for it. The Indespectus Potion is capable of hiding the one drinking it from danger and those who seek to harm them. It’s not necessarily easy to lay hands on the ingredients, nor is the brewing process simple. He shoves those thoughts aside, however, when Hermione hands the vial to him. When he takes it, tears threaten to escape his eyes. “You have no idea, what that means to me.” “Only a little.” Hermione gives him a smile. The trio shares a knowing look before Hagrid squeezes them all into a tight hug. “Will it help?”, Harry asks when they separate. “It most certainly should. Thank you. All of you. Let’s go see him now.”

Hagrid leads the way out of his home and they near the forbidden forest, walking along its rims. Soon a wooden hideout comes into view, messily built and specially hidden with leaves, not obvious to the unsearching eye. In it lays a creature, not much taller than a horse, but different in shape. He looks like what a dragon crossed with a bear would probably resemble if that were possible. An unusual sight for sure. The animal has the shape of a dragon, but instead of the rough reptile-like skin, it is coated in black fur. Its eyes are bright gold and the left leg is bandaged.

“Bertie. Good morning.” Hagrid bents down to pet the creature’s head. Bertie eyes the trio nervously. “They came to help you. They mean no harm. Harry, you should come and apologize for yesterday. I’m sure, he’s going to accept.” Harry steps forward, slow and cautiously. “Hold his gaze. He’s good at judging character.” Hermione and Ron watch with worried fascination as Harry and the dragon-bear get acquainted. With the potion, Hermione thinks, Bertie will stay safe. Black haired dragon birds like him have natural and unlikely enemies everywhere. Their blood makes a powerful witch or wizard beyond imagination and for various reasons Hagrid will be glad to know Bertie safe with the potion.

When they return to Hogwarts later that day, Hermione feels lighter and she’s not the only one. Both Harry and Ron seem relieved and happy. It’s only when she remembers the envelope in her pocket, that worry sets in. Hopefully not a note that would expose her of breaking and entering a Professor’s office (again, at that). She knows, of course, how ridiculous that thought is. If she were found out, then someone would have summoned her already. Once they’ve settled in a corner of the common room, the Brunette takes courage and opens the letter.

Astronomy tower, tonight after dinner. Don’t be late.

She sighs and folds the paper, while Harry eyes her curiously. “Are you alright? Who is it from?” Hermione looks at him, pondering for a second. “I need your cloak again, tonight. Will you lend it to me once more?” Both Harry and Ron look unhappy about the cryptic answer and she rolls her eyes. “I called in a favor yesterday and now I ought to return it.” “Do you need our help?” She smiles at Harry’s worried expression. “No, I can handle it myself. Only the cloak - and the map, preferably.” He nods and before Ron can question her secrecy, Ginny, for the second time that day, interrupts them. “Hey, there you are. Hermione, you promised to help me with my essay. What about now?” Hermione, of course, knows that Ginny has no intention to talk about essays, but she gets up nonetheless. “I guess, I’ll see you later then.” With that the two Gryffindor girls leave the common room.

To be continued…

#dramione #draco x hermione #short story #au #i made up a spell #and a magical creature #well #i tried #the amount of times i look up stuff in the harry potter wiki for these stories is embarrassing #hermione needs something from snapes office #draco ist the one who helps her get in #but not without being promised a favour in return #we're in it for the slow burn #but not too slow because i have no patience to write a full fanfiction

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Congrats, Nicky, you have been accepted to AL for the role of Lucius Malfoy (FC: Cody Ferm). NICKYYYY! Wow, this makes the third group that we’re in together, and as usual, you’ve blown me away by the way you’re able to get into the head of your character. You just have a gift with the Malfoys, and Lucius is such a fascinating character in your hands. I’m so eager to see how his character develops in this new verse, and your plot ideas are just fantastic! Pumped to have you here. Please send in your blog (no sideblogs for first characters, please) in the next 24 hours and be sure to take a look at our new player checklist.Welcome home, we’re so excited to have you join the family!

OOC

name — Nicky age — 30+ pronouns — she/her timezone — EST activity level — medium: I play in and help admin another game, but I should still have plenty of time for a decent amount of Lucius-ing over here! Probably not every day, but certainly multiple times per week! any questions? — nope, everything looks super great!

IC Overview

name — Lucius Abraxas Malfoy age — 31 gender — gender-fluid…not that Lucius has the words for that, but he knows how he feels and he’s never bothered to fuss about it. Lucius has always been supremely confident in himself (and herself – although again, he lacks the awareness of gender that would let him understand that his feelings about “his” gender sometimes fit other pronouns better than the ones he was assigned at birth, so he only ever uses him – even when he doesn’t feel like a him) and the only downside to that is that his confidence arrogance honestly blinds him a little bit to the nuances of his own identity – because he’s Lucius Malfoy. There’s no room for figuring out any other details of identity next to that. The upside to his confidence, of course, is that he doesn’t hesitate to express himself in whatever way feels most comfortable, no matter how other people might react – so if some days he’d rather wear robes more suited to a witch, or deck himself out in his late mother’s finest jewelry, or paint his face with the finest make-up…he’ll just do it. Why not? He is who he is, and Lucius has never apologized for that…well, not and meant it anyway! sexuality — pansexual…which again, he lacks the terminology for. Yes, the word itself was coined in 1917, but it was coined by Muggles; even if it’s made its way into the Wizarding World by now, it wouldn’t have made its way to Lucius…not that he needs it. Lucius isn’t the sort who requires a label to know himself, and he simply never cared about gender. His orientation might be better described as “pretty-sexual” because he’s shallow as anything; it’s just not gender that affects his interests. In fact, he thinks the way some people let something as silly and pointless as gender dictate their attraction is just absurd – and he won’t hesitate to share that fact. patronus — peacock (because of course, right?) although usually noncorporeal…not that Lucius doesn’t have happy memories, because he certainly does; conjuring the patronus isn’t a difficulty. Keeping the patronus conjured when in the face of something nasty is where he falters – because Lucius has always been a little bit spineless. He’s better at the Dark Arts than the Light, because it’s easier to force negative emotions than positive ones; he’s happy when he feels happy, but he’s adept at using anger and hate even when he’s not feeling them. He can compartmentalize extremely well (hence his positively artful mastery of the Imperius Curse) but he’s never learned to fake happy. Lucius either wears a completely opaque mask or wears his feelings right out on his sleeve – no in between. And a patronus requires a bit of that in between, remembering happy even when you’re scared or angry and not just in an “oh I wish” sense, but in an yes I was happy then, I can be happy right not thinking about it again and that’s not something he does well. So his patronus is weak…but then again, with the spells he knows, what does he need a patronus for anyway? boggart — dog…a great slavering, drooling, barking, tooth-bared beast, filthy and matted with blood on its lips and frenzy in its eyes. It’s anyone’s guess whether he’s more afraid of the teeth or the threat of muck from the filthy in its fur – Lucius certainly isn’t telling. He’s good at compartmentalizing fear, anyway, so boggarts don’t cause him much trouble. One quick Riddikulus and the beast’s legs drop off and its teeth fall out, and it falls helpless and yelping to the ground, frenzy replaced by confusion and fear. Maybe that wouldn’t be a funny enough sight for most people – they’d probably turn it into a toy dog, squeaking and colorful, or maybe tie it up in bright ribbon or something cutesy like that – but Lucius’s sense of humor, while sharp, is also a bit dark. He thinks it’s hilarious. He won’t be laughing so hard later, probably – because the war is coming back, and this time Lucius has more to lose than he did when he first donned that silver mask. The first time he sees his son’s broken body before him, he’ll understand how normal people feel when they face a boggart: shaken, terrified, hollow. And not even his clever wits will be able to quickly conjure a way to make that funny. But that’s later; for now, it’s still the ugly dog and the cruel laughter engendered by its plight.

IC In Depth

personality traits — at least two positive and two negative, explain

Loyal – there are people who call Lucius a snivelling, spineless coward who would betray anybody to save his own skin, and they’re not wrong…except the part about him betraying anybody. Lucius is extremely loyal, but only to those whom he deems most important to him: his family. The Malfoys have always put family first – to the lengths of being willing to sacrifice their own ambitions (and even lives) for the sake of the greater name and lineage. Like many of the old, insular pure-blood families, their members have a tendency to be sorted into the same Hogwarts House as those who came before – but it’s not as universal a thing as it is with some and if a Malfoy isn’t going to be in Slytherin, it’s a pretty safe bet to put your money on them being in Hufflepuff. Indeed, it took the Sorting Hat a good two minutes to decide where to put young Lucius (and it was his innate laziness that ultimately kept him out of the cellars; while he certainly has drive and it more than willing to work hard to achieve his goals, if there’s an easy way out Lucius won’t hesitate to take that instead). He would do anything, sacrifice anything, for those who are most precious to him; his loyalty to them is boundless. Too bad for the rest of the world that that means he won’t hesitate to sacrifice them for the sake of those he loves, too – and that the number of people who truly matter above all else is so small: one wife, one son. Even his own father goes on the list of “potential sacrifice” if need be to keep Draco and Narcissa safe. Good thing Abraxas is a Malfoy, too; the old man might be a terror, but he understands that sort of family loyalty too.

Arrogant – Lucius went most of his life not just thinking but knowing that there was no one in the world who could compare to him. These days, he knows there are two people who are better: his son and his wife. And no one else even holds a candle to the three of them. It’s more than just confidence; it’s an absolute, unshakable belief in his own superiority. (Daddy’s lectures about Malfoys being better than everyone else took hold a little too well.) Time ought to have at least tempered if not punctured this bubble, but alas, Lucius is talented enough that he managed to escape the cold dose of reality that often undercuts the insufferable. He did learn how to ingratiate himself (a talent acquired mostly through the simple expedient of being so much younger than the majority of the people he was trying to impress) to the point of obsequiousness, at times – but just because Lucius is kneeling and begging and sniveling for his life doesn’t mean he doesn’t still think he’s better than you. He has a knack for compartmentalizing that makes him extremely gifted at mental magicks like Legilimency and Occlumency, but that same knack has a detrimental impact on his character as well: because he’s so good at it, he can even compartmentalize reality when it conflicts with his convictions. When Lucius is shown-up at something, instead of questioning whether he really is as good as he thinks he is, he finds ways to dismiss it – there were extenuating circumstances, maybe, or it’s a skill that isn’t all that important anyway, etc. So even when he’s been badly humbled, his confidence shattered, his arrogance remains. Even in defeat, Lucius knows he’s still better than the people who beat him. That’s just who he is.

Clever – Call him shrewd, observant, manipulative, even machiavellian – Lucius is all those things. He is a talented, quick-witted wizard with few (if any) scruples. He can talk his way out of trouble almost as fast as he can think his way out of said trouble, lightning-quick and eloquent. He’s already ready with a barb or a drawling retort, as quick with a jibe as he is with a jinx. In part, it’s a natural talent – and in part it’s because Lucius views the whole world as a sort of game, one that he’s been practicing all his life. Even now, having lived through the horrors of a war, he still looks at the world as a game – and games can be won. (He’s the sort of player who cheats, too, and doesn’t see anything wrong with that; everybody is cheating, after all. It’s just a matter of who does it better, and who’s clumsy enough to get caught…and dumb enough to let getting caught be a problem instead of the next step in the game.) Perhaps that’s why he so rarely wakes up screaming, when by all rights he ought to suffer from daily nightmares after the things he’s seen – the things he’s done. But Lucius doesn’t have a guilty conscience. (There are some who say he doesn’t have a conscience at all.) Anyone he hurt has themselves to blame as much as him, after all; if they’d been better at the game, they’d have been able to protect themselves, like he did. He was clever enough to talk his way into Voldemort’s inner circle; clever enough to talk his way out of Azkaban; clever enough see which way the wind was blowing after the war and pivot to a new role that would carry him further than his old reputation – not that he doesn’t still make sure of some of that; having people half-convinced that you could Curse them as easily as you charm them with your honeyed words comes in handy…and Lucius could. He’s an exceptionally adept wizard, especially in certain useful areas of magic; he could get his way through force a lot more often than he does…but it’s more fun to charm and cajole instead.

Callous – You can’t even call it selfishness, although Lucius is selfish – albeit generous with friends, allies, and those he’s trying to sucker…but giving away gold and gifts and grandiose praise doesn’t cost him anything; petty selfishness is a different thing entirely. No, Lucius is callous not because he’s greedy (he has enough that he can afford not to act greedy and still satiate his greed) but because he doesn’t care about other people. Oh, he can put on an appearance of sympathy with the best of them, and on some level he can even feel great sorrow and pity for other people…but he doesn’t really care. Not about anybody outside his small circle of family and a few close friends – and even then, he’d not blink to see half the latter in distress if the circumstance were right. Lucius is the sort of man who would let the world burn not because he delights in chaos, but because he doesn’t care enough about the people screaming around him to put it out. He only cares about “the world” as a concept at all because it’s the world that he – and his son – have to life in; the future matters for Draco, not because there’s anything of value in the abstract concept of “the future.” Which is not to say that he is without all feelings of human sympathy; should someone he does care about find themselves in pain or distress of any sort, Lucius will be distraught (possibly furious, depending on the circumstance) and genuinely sympathetic – but only to the people he cares about. Everyone else can burn for all he cares. Lucius Malfoy is not adept at the Cruciatus Curse because he revels in causing other people pain; he’s adept at the Cruciatus Curse because he doesn’t see anything wrong with someone else screaming. He’s not the sort to go out of his way to find a toy to play with the way some (such as his sister-in-law) of his old allies were known to do…but he will smirk and sneer and mock a victim without so much as a flicker of remorse. And why not? Why should he care about other people who don’t care about him?

character biography — doesn’t have to be overly long, just give us the important moments in the character’s life

Lucius is an only child, born late in his father’s life to Abraxas’s fourth wife. Rumors about about the terrible mischances that took the first three – a mysterious illness, a tragic accident, and the scandal of running off to the Côte d'Ivoire with a Mudblood – and about the many miscarriages and cot-deaths that carried-off the family’s previous attempts at an heir. (No one can prove that there are squib babies buried in the estate’s gardens…but no one can prove that there aren’t, either.) When Lucius came along, it was a relief to old Abraxas and he raised his son with both indulgent luxury and demanding expectations. Lucius’s childhood wasn’t easy, with his father always breathing down his neck, but the trade-off was that as long as he excelled at everything, he got anything he could ever want. That seemed like a pretty good deal – and it’s not like it was hard for a clever, talented, ambitious boy to succeed at Hogwarts. Slug Club in his first year, Slytherin Chaser in his third, prefect in his fifth, Quidditch captain in his sixth…and not even Abraxas could blame him for the fact that he did not make Head Boy, not with that Muggle-lover Albus Dumbledore as headmaster. Besides, by then Lucius’s eyes were already on his next ambition…

It wasn’t hard for him to curry favor with the Dark Lord, and Lucius earned his Dark Mark within a year of leaving Hogwarts. He was young, but he was valuable too – not just for his name and social position, but for his charm. Lucius was good in a duel (and grew better fast with so many vicious allies with whom to train and trade knowledge) but Voldemort had many Death Eaters who could fight; Lucius’s value lay in the minds he could sway (through words or spells) whether by recruiting other allies, or merely spreading support for the Dark Lord’s ideals. Abaxas was less than thrilled that his only son would agree to serve anyone, even Voldemort, but he had no qualms with the Dark Lord’s ideals, so their arguments over it never went too far (but Abraxas lost no time in spouting I-told-you-so’s after Voldemort’s fall). War was hard, and often dangerous, but the dark years were brightened by something that overshadowed all of that: love and marriage to the most wonderful witch in the world. (Even Abraxas could find no flaws with his daughter-in-law, although he did make several snide comments about the disgrace of Narcissa’s former sister – until she hexed him into silence, after which he promptly declared her a perfect match for his only son.) It took longer than they might have liked to have a child, but once they did – once they had an heir – it seemed like everything might well be perfect.

There were losses and close-calls during the war, and they had several friends to mourn, but the only direct tragedy in Lucius’s life was the death of his mother when she mistook a deadly herbicide for a harmless sleeping draught – a suspicious tragedy, perhaps, on the heels of two other unexpected deaths, but once again no one (not even Lucius) could prove that his father had been in any way involved. The war, at least, offered a distraction from grief at her death – until the war ended, suddenly and with little ceremony, and the Malfoys found themselves abruptly left on the losing side. They might have been able to weather that storm with little harm (they were far too respected, and too connected, to not be able to squirm free of repercussions) but then Narcissa’s sister had to go off and torture bloody James Potter like that, and…well, on top of everything else it seemed like just “escaping Azkaban” wasn’t enough. The family needed to do something to “prove” to the public that they shouldn’t be painted with the same brush as vicious Bellatrix Lestrange – a grand gesture. And what could be grander than turning their backs on one sister and reconciling with another?

Narcissa wasn’t keen on the idea, but Lucius convinced her – no easy feat, with Cissy being one of the tojurs pur noble House of Black, whose purity-mania had been second only to the unlamented Gaunts, but Lucius had always had a knack for being convincing…and besides, their was their child’s future to think of. So Narcissa agreed, and Lucius led the push of glad-handing and grinning at half-blood and blood-traitors and even the occasional Mudblood, enshrining the Malfoy family in the eyes of the wizarding world as good people. Not blood-traitors themselves, oh no, they never went that far – but a little more easy-going about things than they’d once been; a little more tolerant. They stopped (mostly) using the word Mudblood in public; stopped pushing for pro-pureblood laws with their gold and their influence. They still toed the line of being respectable wix of course, polite and traditional…but less strict about who (and what) they were willing to let into their own inner circle. They even allowed Andromeda’s Mudblood husband and their mongrel brat in their home! Yes, the Malfoys had clearly changed, and all the world could see it.

Lucius recently engaged in another grand gesture, although this one with more sincerity and enthusiasm: the “little girl” that he and his wife had thought they were raising declared himself to be a wizard, not a witch, and while it took the Malfoys a little while to come on board with the idea (not so much because they had trouble with the concept as because the child’s ability to explain himself was stymied somewhat by Lucius’s own rather flippant disregard for gender norms – so saying he was just like daddy didn’t mean as much as it would have in another house) once they did, they didn’t hold back. Narcissa pulled down the book of constellations to help her son find a new name (it didn’t take him long – I can be a dragon? I wanna be a dragon!) while Lucius took-out a full-page ad in the Daily Prophet to print an amended birth announcement so the whole world would know about their precious Draco. Lucius would have been happy to spend the rest of his life preening over his clever, brilliant, perfect son, and litlte else – but it seems the world has other plans in mind.

As rumors of darkness returning swirl, the Malfoys find themselves in a difficult position: they turned their backs on the more hardcore of their old allies to court new, muddier friends; they didn’t so much renounce the old ways as quietly shuffle away from them…and now the old ways are calling in what they owe. If the Dark Lord is indeed coming back – or even if he isn’t, and it’s merely other old supporters rallying the cause again – the Malfoys will be in trouble. They’ll be punished for their disloyalty, and not even Lucius’s silver tongue will be enough to talk their way out of that – not after they made such a public show of reconciling with Narcissa’s blood-traitor relatives, not after everything Lucius has said to the public and the press, all the work they’ve done to build a new reputation…work that may now doom them. The only way to keep themselves safe from the Dark Lord’s retribution is to lean in and really commit to the newer, more “tolerant” ideals to which they’ve spent the last five years paying lip service. If their old allies are their enemies now, that means they need to make their old enemies into allies – ingratiate themselves so well that those they once fought will be willing to protect them against their old friends. It’s not going to be pleasant…but there’s nothing Lucius won’t do to keep his family safe. Nothing.

plot ideas — either for the broader group plot or for your specific character

THE DIARY of course! Since Lucius was entrusted with that by Voldemort shortly before the Dark Lord’s death when he was still a devoted follower…which he isn’t, anymore. So now what? How/when/if will he figure out what this thing is, or that it’s something that matters now? Will he dare to defy Voldemort enough to actually help destroy that? Will he want to keep it for some sort of insurance for himself? Will learning what it is (what sort of dangerous thing the Dark Lord put in the same house as his son!) give him and Sirius a reason to work together, and how awkward will that be for both of them? Will his knowledge of the Dark Arts prove invaluable to Sirius’s mission to destroy the horcruxes, both giving him a chance to do “good” using his “bad” skills and also forcing Sirius to grapple with the conflicting issue of “ends justifying the means” and what it means to use the Dark Arts for “the greater good”? Will he keep possession of the diary a secret (maybe purposefully, maybe without understanding that it matters) too long and endanger his family by having it there when the Dark Lord comes back for it? Will he get rid of it and face Voldemort’s wrath for that later, instead – and then have no diary he can offer-up to temper said wrath? There are a lot of ways that this can go, and I’m on board for ALL of them!

DOBBY – we know he hates the Malfoys, hates working for them. Probably doesn’t buy into their “we’re good now, mkay?” vibe at all…so does that set him up to be this story’s Kreacher? Will he find a way to betray them, and if he does what will that do – will it be a betrayal that hurts the Order and Dumbledore as well? One that opens a weakness for the Dark Lord or his old Death Eaters to take advantage of? Dobby was a savior in canon because it was Harry Potter he wanted to help, but now that the Malfoys are “good guys” (technically speaking) will that make Dobby easy for the bad guys to manipulate or take advantage of? Or might Dobby simply take action on his own without being aware of the wider consequences, and inadvertently bring disaster? Again, lots of directions that this one could go depending on what the greater game plot demands – but I think the idea of having Dobby serve as a sort of cat’s paw or monkey wrench at some point would be really interesting, so file that one away on your back burner! ;)

ROSIERS – they’re related pretty closely through Narcissa’s mother (and tbh all the pure-bloods are related somehow the inbreeding is strong here lol) which also ties them to the Longbottoms through Alice and Evan being cousins; given the rather disparate sides on which those families stand, that puts some nice tension into the room…so how does that translate? Maybe a birthday party for dear little Draco (and if it’s his first birthday party as a boy, you know the Malfoys are going to go even bigger and more absurd with the extravaganza than their usual already over-the-top nonsense) that ends up getting a little out of hand – direct conflict that breaks-out into dueling? Party-crashing that gets ugly? Sabotage? Attempted poisoning? An attack? Lots of possibilities, again, dependent on what stage of things the plot has reached at the time – but given the Malfoys’ nature as gregarious social butterflies, it would be easy enough to have them throw a party for any reason any time one was needed for a plot event, whether it involves the Rosiers/Longbottoms or not!

LONGBOTTOMS – speaking of the Longbottoms…what is their relationship with the Malfoys? (Do they have one?) How close (or not at all) was Alice to Narcissa before their respective marriages, did they know each other well? Were they so distant they barely considered themselves family at all? Somewhere in between? That’s obviously something to be plotted/discussed between any Narcissa and Alice players, of course – I just think it could be very interesting to deal with any sort of connection between the Longbottoms, who were responsible for the death of Voldemort, and the Malfoys, whose world was up-ended by said death. Plus, they literally fought on opposite sides of a war…do the Longbottoms suspect that Lucius was under one of those silver masks? Do Lucius and Narcissa know that the Longbottoms were in the Order? They’re Aurors too, which probably puts some strife into things given the Malfoys’ predilection for the Dark Arts (and to circumventing the law in general) even if they’ve never been caught red-handed enough to face more than a few wink-and-a-nod fines. They’ve also got sons the same age; with the Malfoys being technically “good guys” this time, does that mean that Draco and Neville might end up having a play-date or two? Again, this all depends on plotting and backstories of other players, but I’m definitely in for seeing something happen with these two families!

POTTERS – His sister-in-law tortured Lily’s husband into a coma. He’s close friends with Severus, one of Lily’s oldest friends. And her current parenting-partner is his wife’s cousin (who’s currently working on destroying Voldemort’s horcruxes, one of which is stashed in Lucius’s house). Can anyone say awkward? Because I sure as hell can! There are a lot of things to tie these people unwillingly together even before their sons end up rivals at school together, and I’m eager to explore all of them.

DEATH EATERS – Lucius wasn’t just allies with these people; he was, in many cases, friends. Always an outgoing, charming, vivacious wizard, Lucius was popular all his life – good at making friends, and also good at assessing people and knowing how to get them on his side, whether by ingratiating himself to them or making them want to ingratiate themselves to him, etc. So even among the cut-throat, backstabbing, power-hungry Death Eaters, he was well-liked by more than most…but how far does friendship really go? He’s maintained a cordial, sometimes even friendly relationship with many of his old comrades-in-marks despite his public persona of someone barely better than a blood-traitor in their eyes…but does that mean any of them would hesitate to Avada Kedavra him on their old master’s orders? Can he expect any mercy, any help, any quarter – if not for himself, maybe at least for his wife and son? Maybe he should work to cozy-up to them even more…or maybe he should cut ties and put as much distance between them as possible, for the sake of safety. He might well do all of the above with different characters, so please – if you write a Death Eater, let’s plot out some drama!

SEVERUS SNAPE – Lucius was the first person to truly welcome Severus to the wizarding world, and while Lucius didn’t see anything special about the scrawny boy at first glance – he was just doing his duty as a newly-minted prefect to Slytherin’s new crop of first years – it didn’t take him long to realize that Severs was special…and vulnerable. One of, if not the, cleverest snakes in his year, it was obvious to anyone with eyes (translation: almost no one) that the boy was gifted. He was lonely too, and having someone like Lucius Malfoy demonstrate acceptance and praise of him was probably intoxicating to Severus. No wonder he ended up making friends with the sort of wannabe-Death Eaters that Lucius had hung around with in school; they probably followed Lucius’s lead, looked at scrawny Severus, and assumed that if Lucius thought he was valuable it must be true. Perhaps Lucius was even the one who made the overture to welcome Snape into the Death Eaters, the one who assured the Dark Lord that this greasy-haired half-blood was more than he seemed…I don’t know, but I’d love to plot-out a relationship with a Severus player! I think Lucius was probably a condescending bastard to Snape because he’s that way with everyone, but I also think he genuinely likes Snape too. I think Lucius considers him a close friend – and after the war ended with the both of them not on the side they’d seemed to be, one of the closest – and the fact that he sometimes tries to manipulate Snape doesn’t impact that at all; that’s what friends do, right? So I wouldn’t necessarily say it’s a healthy, fair relationship…but it’s also genuine on Lucius’s part. He’d be shocked to be told that he’s ever not treated Severus well, honestly – he thinks he has. And given Snape’s rather troubled, traumatic childhood, it’s even possible that Snape agrees idk! I’d love to talk ideas through with whoever ends up playing Severus – especially what comes next. Does Lucius figure out that Snape is in the Order? He certainly knows that Snape is close to Dumbledore – which means that his fifteen-year-old instincts were right: Snape is valuable. Perhaps the mos valuable person Lucius knows, the one who might well save his skin in the days to come…if he can trust Snape to have his back, now that the both of them have turned their backs on the man who Marked them.

extra — honestly this app is already a million years long, so no, I am not going to force anyone to look at anything else I’M SORRY IT’S SO DAMN LONG XD

#al:accepted #lucius malfoy

[joisbishmyoga]

Here's another something frightening about Harry Potter.  (I have so many of those headcanons that Hogwarts is terrifying.)

Justin Finch-Fletchley was going to go to Eton.  Hermione Granger is, well, Hermione Granger, if her parents were going to send her off to boarding school they'd have sent her to, like, wherever gets her into Oxford by age 15.  And yet they go to Hogwarts.  HOGWARTS.  Some school they've never heard of, where they aren't going to be educated with royalty and nobility and diplomats' kids, or be on track for their first doctorate by 25, or anything.  Hogwarts doesn't have math, or foreign languages, or even literature.  What kind of school doesn't teach literature, Muggle parents ask?  (And ask, and ask, so many questions, so much ignorant disapproval and distrust about a perfectly normal and clearly objectively better education, how very frustrating!)

And what do good wizards do when faced with Muggles frustrating them?

Well, you can't Obliviate Muggleborn parents.  They do need to remember Hogwarts exists so they can send their child there.  But Confunding them, now... that's just sensible.  And bonus, it makes all refusals and need for in-depth explanations stop.

Now, personally I think that the acceptance letters arrive in the third week of June, period.  But fandom likes to go with arriving on the eleventh birthday (or a week before, since that's when Harry's actually started to arrive), so let's go with that.  Hermione Granger is the oldest of her year.  She gets her Hogwarts letter barely halfway through September in 5th grade, or whatever the last year of elementary is called in England.

See above for what happens next.  Because Hermione's parents Have Questions, and the Hogwarts representative -- even if it's McGonagall, okay, because refusal to send a child to magical school just doesn't compute for any magical person -- eventually has to Confund them to get their agreement.

Even if Hermione doesn't witness this, and why would she not I have to ask, she has literal months to ask her parents all the zillion questions she would have by nature about her schooling.  First and foremost with, "but weren't you going to send me to [accelerated prestigious school]?"

Ladies, gentlemen, and nonbinary peeps, I present to you: a Hermione Granger who discovers her parents have been Confunded, months before starting Hogwarts.  She's getting the kind of super-creep vibes of pod people or Stepford wives on this one topic, always the same kind of vaguely-intoned sentence, "you're going to Hogwarts, dear, where you get to learn magic", and with magic a proven fact there is clearly only one conclusion to come to.

Hermione Granger's trust in authority is broken.  So now we have a Hermione Granger with the brakes off.

(You may take a moment to shiver in mortal terror.  You are much more sensible than the wizarding world, after all.)

Pushing isn't working on her parents.  The magicals are a threat, they've already hurt her family.  It's time to get sneaky.

Dear Professor Hogwarts Person, I am so so so excited to come to Hogwarts and learn magic!  I really want to learn everything!  Can I get books to read beforehand?  Can I meet my future magical classmates?  The ones in the normal world like me, I mean, I'm sure there are kids with witch parents who have told them lots already and wouldn't understand how new it all is to us.  I wouldn't want to bother you of course, an address list would be fine, I am just SO SUPER EXCITED about MAGIC!  Sincerely, Hermione Granger, age 11

Now, Hogwarts has some serious failures with privacy policies (see: Rita Skeeter netting zero reaction from the school in GoF) or giving a damn about Muggleborn rights, so she gets the address list and a book catalog with Gringotts currency conversion, orders everything that looks even halfway relevant and doesn't have an age restriction on it, and starts visiting other Muggleborns.

Did they get your parents too?  We can't trust this.  I've read about a lot more things than stranger danger and this has all the signs of a cult.  We can't get out of it, they've already come after our parents, but if we try to go it alone we'll probably get brainwashed even knowing what's happening.  We have to band together.

La Resistance is born.  All the Muggleborns of Hermione's year are in it.  They plot strategy, they pre-Sort themselves based on Hermione's reading -- Hermione is a shoo-in for Ravenclaw, they can't hide her intelligence but they can hide her determination, right? -- they set themselves up in smaller House cells so they can hold meetings and pass information around without having to get together in large noticeable groups.  They're scared stiff but they got this.

And then Hermione discovers Harry on the train.  He's Muggle-raised and no one knew.  He's the biggest target for the brainwashing, and by everything Hermione's read he's being groomed as a sacrificial war figurehead for the front lines, and he's clueless.  THIS WILL NOT STAND.

Harry: But... but Ron was nice... are you saying he's out to get me? Hermione: Harry, no, of course not.  He was raised in the system, he doesn't know anything's wrong.  No one had to hurt his parents to get him in the school. Harry: Then shouldn't he know? Hermione: ..... Maybe.  We'll discuss it. (The debate about including halfbloods and purebloods rages for months.  They need to get the idea out that wizarding society is not okay, get allies for the future, but they also need to protect themselves.)

Hermione: A broom and the Seeker position?  They aren't even trying to be subtle! Harry: I know, isn't it stupid? Hermione: What are you going to do? Harry: Well I'm going to take it, of course.  Don't want them getting suspicious.

When Harry gets no letters over summer break, he clings to the idea that social isolation is a thing cults do.  Dobby's visit and return of the letters just proves that Hermione is 10000% right.

Harry is not ostracized by the Muggleborns in any year.  Not after losing a ridiculous number of points for the dragon in first, not after the Heir of Slytherin, not after the Goblet of Fire... none of it.  The cult is so clearly trying to get Potter.  They will not abandon him to that.

La Resistance actually never does anything to Draco.  They want to, ohhhh do they want to, but he is far too useful as a loudmouth barometer of what wizarding society really thinks.

[swellwriting]

A Silent Devotee Part 12-Unexpected

Part Twelve- Unexpected

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: some violence but it’s small

Word Count: 3.4k     Series Masterlist  Part 13

A/n: Their attempt at being normal fails miserably

A cute and oddly fluffy owl made its way to Malfoy Manor, the contrast of the dark building and unpleasant aura that currently surrounded it doesn't stop the owl for a second, determined to deliver its letter. You always gave it the best treats when it came back and nothing would get in its way of that.

Draco didn't notice the letter had arrived until it was in his mother's hands, some plain white envelopes, some black, some clearly enchanted to hold dark secrets but one light blue envelope with gold wax stuck out, he ran the rest of the way down the stairs to get it.

His mother looked up, slightly concerned as to why Draco was running towards her, especially with a  smile on his face.

“Expecting a letter?” She asked quizzically.

“Yes,” he mumbled as he picked the envelope from her fingers and went running back upstairs.

“Who’s it from?” She called after him and he stopped, a light blush on his pale face, even though his mother knew all about you.

“Y/N sent it, it should say that she’s coming tomorrow to visit.”

“Well make sure to let me know, so we can plan accordingly.” She smiled weakly, knowing full well that you just coming here was dangerous, but she didn't want to deny her son such a simple joy. She would try to make sure there were no unexpected guests visiting tomorrow.

Draco responded to the letter immediately, sending his owl in return and cleaning his already spotless room to prepare for your arrival the next day.

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When you woke up the next morning you couldn't be more excited to see Draco. It had only been a few days since you saw him last, so you missed him a bit. The most exciting part though was that this all felt so real, it felt normal to go visit your boyfriend on summer break, to meet his parents and then enjoy the summer with him. There should be no death eaters, no plots to murder your headmaster, nothing to stress Draco out because he completed his mission, what else could Voldemort possibly want from him?

The air today was heavy with heat, it felt thick on your skin as it blew in through the window you left open. You picked out a yellow sundress, grabbed your sneakers and let your hair fall naturally. No makeup but a sunscreen charm to keep your skin safe from the relentless sunshine that blinded your eyes as you looked outside. Your brother was outside doing something your mother had probably asked him to do, which meant she was probably in the kitchen making breakfast.

The food floated above the oven, carefully preparing itself as your mother drank her tea at the table.

“Y/N dear, foods almost ready. Are you going out with your friends again today?”

“No, I told you last night, I’m going to see Draco today.”

Your mother put her tea down, looking up at you with a serious expression, “Ah yes, I remember you mentioning that. I can't forbid you from going for sheltering you is never something I have done, and you will see him at Hogwarts regardless. So I'm allowing you to go, but I want to make sure you are safe, I know you are strong and a very skilled witch. Please come to me if there's ever any trouble.”

“Mom, I'm just going to his house I'm not going to rob Gringotts!”

“No, I know but the Malfoy’s don't have the best reputation. And you going there looking like this will make you stick out like a muggle in Diagon Alley. I know things Y/N, I've heard the rumours and I've seen people leave that house who don't look the friendliest.”

“I’m safe mom I promise, besides I have Draco with me.”

“I'm not so certain he is the protective one in your relationship.”

“We both are, we protect each other equally.”

“Very well, go get your brother and eat before you go.”

After eating breakfast rather quickly you then made your way out the door, walking fast paced but not running towards the Malfoy Manor. You had seen it before, many times but never seen it in this way, as Draco's home, your Draco. There were a lot of trees surrounding the house and the entirety of the street he lived on, large bushes led a pathway to the front door. It had always looked big, like a castle somewhat but not as much after seeing Hogwarts. The sun shone down on the grey building making it look warm, not any more inviting though.

As you walked down the pathway, coming closer to the door it opened, you looked down to see a house-elf pushing it open turning to another house elf that ran up the stairs. The house elf didn't say anything to you, but bowed as the other one ran back down the stairs panting before informing you, “Master Draco will be with you shortly.” You smiled down at him, offering a quiet, “Thank you” to both of them which seemed to surprise them. They had noticed Draco was a bit different since he had been back for the summer, but he hasn't really changed the way he treated the house elves if he had his father would have taken notice.

Draco stood at the top of a grand staircase.

“Well, are you going to just stand there or are you going to come up here?” He asked jokingly as the house elves stood and watched the two of you interact.

“Well I was waiting for you, I assumed we would go outside since it's so nice, but I figure you’re the type to hide in your room all summer.”

“We can go outside after.” He spoke quieter as you were almost fully up the stairs. You wrapped your arms around him embracing him with a hug to which he gratefully reciprocated. The house-elves stood at the bottom of the stairs, they couldn’t help but stare at their master acting so out of character, from the guests they have had to deal with recently this was a nice change but still strange to see.

“I didn't know people still kept house elves?” You asked as he grabbed your hand leading you to his room.

“I didn't know there were people who didn't?” He asked genuinely confused. “Well, I assumed other people didn't have as many as we do, given we lost one a while back thanks to Potter, but still.” Draco noticed the confused yet horrified look on your face, “What?”

“Harry killed your house elf?”

“No, he freed him. Gave him a dirty old sock.”

“Oh, how terrible of him.” You joked as you looked around his room. “So give me a tour.”

“Nothing exciting, there's my desk, where none of my schoolwork is because it’s summer, so not the time for learning.”

“Oh frog brains, you have all the time for learning.” You argued as you opened up his notebook casually before he grabbed your attention again.

“That’s my bed, where I have all the time for sleeping.”

“A suitable place to sleep, just barely, it's a bit small.” You joked as you jumped up on it, continuing to jump up and down. Draco watched as his whole room was lit up by your presence like he had his own portable ray of sunlight.

“I have a bookshelf there,” he pointed unsure of what else to show you.

“Where do you keep your clothes?” You asked innocently as he pointed to two large doors, you jumped off his bed and opened a large closet lined with perfectly white pressed dress shirts, dark green sweaters and other items he always wore, nothing looked soft, or colourful, it was quite sad actually.

“And where do you keep your socks?” You asked as you spun around the room taking everything in, so neat and orderly. “My socks? They are in that drawer if you must know,” he answered, confused.

You opened the drawer and pulled out a pair of socks examining them before turning back to look at him with a devilish smile on your face, “And how many house elves do you have exactly?”

Draco rushed over to you, taking the socks from your hand and closing the drawer, “Oh no, you want to make a good impression on my parents yeah? Freeing all their house elves is not the way to do that.”

“I'm only joking, but if you ever expect me to marry you, not that I'm saying you would, but I won't live in a house where slaves do my bidding.”

“You'd marry me?” He asked ignoring the rest of what you had said.

“Maybe, one day. If your parents find me suitable enough. But only if the house elves are free of course.”

“Of course, once I am in control of the family estate, consider them free.” He so easily accepted that, even though he was terribly dependant on them, you were more important and he didn't want to squash his chances of marrying you so soon. “Now onto my next issue.”

“Next issue?”

“Yes, don't you own anything even remotely comfortable? Any colour?”

“Comfort yes, my pyjamas are silk, I have cashmere pants right there, that’s comfort.”

“Yeah, but they are black? What do you wear outside in the summer?”

“I try not to go outside usually.”

“Oh Merlin, you are so posh it hurts me. I'm gonna make we spend time outside this summer, and I'm even gonna make you wear colour, that is if your skin doesn't burn off.”

“What, from the sun or from wearing colour?”

“Probably both to be quite honest with you.”

“Any more issues?” “Yes, just one more.”

“And that is?” “That you aren't snogging me right now.” Draco smiled and walked over to you, pressing your back against the clothing dresser and placing his hands on your waist. He kissed you softly at first but then a little rougher as his hold on your waist tightened. There was a quiet knock on the door, unheard by you two as you were fairly occupied. The house elf peered into the room and walked towards the open closet doors. The house elf froze when he saw the two of you kissing so intently, he managed to knock quietly with his small fist startling the two of you.

“Incredibly sorry Master Draco, your mother has been informed that your guest is here and would like the two of you downstairs.”

“Bloody house elf,” Draco muttered against the skin of your cheek as you giggled at his frustration. You pinched the back of his arm and addressed the house elf with a smile, “Thank you, we will be right down.”

The house elf quickly left as soon as he could, you placed a kiss on Draco’s cheek and then walked away making Draco follow you.

Your heartbeat quickened and you intertwined Draco's hand with yours. Draco’s parents were sat at the large table, having a whispered discussion as house elves brought in tea. Draco leaned closer to you and whispered, “Don't thank the house elves, that's not normal.” You just hummed in response, you would have to thank them later.

“Ah Draco dear, come sit down.” His mother said as she stood up gesturing to the two seats across from them, she reached across the table to shake your hand and then his father did the same.

“I’m Narcissa, the is Lucius. It’s nice to finally meet you.” She smiled, warmly, unlike her husband who didn't seem at all pleased with you already.

“Hello, nice to meet you too.” You smiled awkwardly as you sat down. A house elf brought you tea the second you sat and you stopped the reflex of muttering a thank you by biting your tongue.

“Draco has told us a lot about you.” She said as she stirred her tea with a flick of her finger, adding just a tad of milk to it.

You reached for three sugar cubes, dropping them carefully into your cup, Draco smiled to himself as he watched you make your tea nearly undrinkable.

“You're a Y/L/N, pureblood family, no mentionable reputation but not bad either.” Lucius remarked and you just silently nodded your head as he continued, “Your brother works at the ministry, he is less insufferable than others.” You mentally thanked your brother for not being on the bad side of the Malfoy’s.

“Yeah, he enjoys his job there, he doesn't live at home anymore though so I don't see him much anymore.”

“Draco tells us you are in Hufflepuff, though I could determine that from your brightly coloured dress, it's very nice on you. How did you two meet then?” Narcissa asked and you panicked a bit realizing you hadn't rehearsed a more normal sounding story to tell people.

“We met in potions this year, before that we hadn't had a class together,” Draco answered before you could even think of a response.

“Is that why your potions marks were falling this year?” Lucius quipped and Draco grew defensive.

“They barely dropped, and besides I was a bit occupied this year.”

“Clearly not enough.” Draco was quickly growing annoyed with his father and you could tell, you took his hand in yours under the table. Before anything else could be said a house elf came running into the room. “Master Malfoy, there are guests here, unexpected guests are here.” The elf said in a loud panic and everyone stood up from the table except you.

“Draco, you and Y/N go up to your room-” Narcissa was cut off by the group of people entering the room. They were all dressed in black, they looked dangerous somehow just by their clothes. The one who stood in the front was pale and deformed, to his right was a woman with large curly black hair. She pointed at you, “Whos this one? She’s new.” Draco's heart felt like it had stopped, he couldn't feel any air coming into his lungs as he stared across the room. If the Malfoy’s could look any paler they would, they were unsure of what to do, how to handle this situation.

“I said who is she!” The woman's piercing tone filled your ears, you had no idea who she was and had no reason to fear her so you spoke, “Y/N L/N.”

“Ooh, so she speaks. What are you doing here?”

“She’s Draco’s girlfriend,” Lucius spoke with a certain disdain in his voice, like the word itself pained him to say.

You are now standing next to Draco, he doesn't hold your hand out of fear that it will show he is scared, he stands there, not even looking at you but wishing he could just grab you and run away from all of this.

“Girlfriend huh? Was she a distraction to you? Does she go to Hogwarts? Tell your aunty all about her deary.” That made you realize this must be his aunt Bellatrix, she spoke as she walked closer to you taking your face in her hand, holding your chin up to examine your face.

“I’m not a distraction, I tried to help.” You answered.

“Clearly not much a help.” Bellatrix broke into a loud laugh as she stepped back.

“Tried to help? You favoured Draco over your beloved headmaster?” The one you only assumed could be Voldemort spoke.

“Beloved by some, not by me.” You answered, which was a lie but you knew you would have to play up a character in this situation you had found yourself in, you knew this was easily life or death.

“If she wasn't your distraction than what was Draco?” He asked in a slow voice.

“Potter was always getting in my way.” Draco spit.

“Ah the potter boy, you know him?” He directed his question at you.

“I know of him.” You lied again, not wanting them to know of your close friendship with him and his friends.

“So, here we have a girl, willing to help Draco with anything, even with killing someone. You don't seem the type?” Bellatrix laughed as she poked you in the side gesturing to your yellow dress.

“Would it be a fair guess to assume you are a Hufflepuff Y/N?” He asked and you nodded.

“A Hufflepuff!” Bellatrix exclaimed with a laugh, “We've never had one of those before!”

Voldemort raised a hand to silence her.

“And your last name is Y/L/N, meaning your pureblood if I'm not mistaken?”

“Yes.”

Bellatrix came up behind him, whispering to the dark lord that stood in front of you.

“Let's see just how loyal and unafraid of toil, this little Hufflepuff is, Dark Lord.”

Voldemort smiled, as he looked down at you. “Do you live up to your house reputation? Do you want to further help Draco, Submit yourself to the Dark Lord?”

You couldn't say no even if you wanted to so you nodded and gave an answer more reassuring than just a yes, “Of course.”

“Lovely,” Bellatrix spoke as she grabbed your arm roughly holding your bare forearm up to the lord after rubbing her fingers and dark nails along your smooth skin.

“This might hurt a bit.” She laughed as the Dark Lord brought his wand to your wrist, muttered a few words you didn't hear. The swirls of ink came to the surface of your skin but they felt like poison as they swam through your entire body, you held back a whelp of pain, grimacing slithy. The symbol stood out on your skin, raised slightly and as painful as if he had carved it into your skin with a dagger, perhaps even worse.

“How does it feel to be the first Hufflepuff to become a Death Eater?” Bellatrix spoke as if this was the most exciting thing to her.

“I feel honoured and ready to serve.” You bowed slightly as you tried to withstand the pain, speaking through gritted teeth, you didn’t really want any of this, but you also didn’t want to die.

“She’s a strong one you have there Draco. Now, Lucius, we have to deal with what we originally came here for.” Voldemort acknowledged you then quickly moved onto the next thing, tucking you into his belt as another person to collect, another house corrupted.

Draco grabbed your hands and left the room quickly now that the attention was off of the two of you, he quickly ran up the stairs and pulled you into his room locking the door. You stood there, looking around the room, it felt different now, everything did. Your knees gave out and you let your walls fall completely. You held your forearm in your hand and watched as puddles of tears collected on the spot making it sting even more. Draco fell to the ground beside you, pulling your body into his. His tears felt hot on your shoulder as he muttered into your ear, “I'm so sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry,” he must have said it a hundred times before your brain could process anything that had happened.

“It’s not your fault.” You said as you stared ahead blankly, blinking tears from your eyes and tightly gripping his arms that were wrapped around you.

“It is my fault, they weren’t supposed to be here today but I should have known, I shouldn’t have ever let you come here.”

“It's not your fault.” You repeated as the pains started feeling more real.

“It hurts, doesn't it? I know it does, it feels terrible and I can't do anything to fix it, I can't help you, I did this to you,” he cried and complained into your shoulder.

“It does hurt.” You admitted through laboured sobs, rubbing your bare palms on your face.

Draco collected himself enough to pick you up of the ground and carry you to his bed, lying you both down and pulling the covers over you, he lifted his wand to close the windows but you objected stopping his hand. “I like the sun, it makes the room warm.”

He left them open but still pulled you against his chest as his fingers swiftly combed through your hair. Usually, it was him who needed comforting, him who cried as you held him, he felt he wasn't good at this.

“Promise me you won't be angry with yourself, promise me you won't blame yourself and push me away.” You pleaded with him and you close your eyes, he stayed silent so you spoke again. “Please Draco, that will only make it worse.”

“I promise,” he said as tears filled his eyes again, falling onto his soft expensive sheets, “I promise I won't leave you.”

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[motherbearof03]

Untitled Hansy with a side of Dramione

For @trinkisme . Please don’t anyone hate me for what I did. There’s more to come, but I was excited to share this. Barson fans never fear, I’ll get you something down in words too. And pardon the length in the post. I couldn’t figure out the read more on my iPad. It made me say some bad words until I just gave up. 😁 Please let me know what you think.

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“Granger, are you asleep?” It was a half whisper.

“Hmmm,” Hermione mumbled, her voice muffled by the blanket and quilt pulled up so high over her shoulder they almost covered her face.

“I said, are you asleep?” Draco pushed himself up on one elbow and leaned over his wife, brushing the curls away from her face and kissing her cheek. Rolling onto her back, she opened her eyes and looked up into his gray ones.

“I was. Almost. Not anymore.” She could tell by the look in his eye he was thinking about something. He had that glint that little boys often got when they were plotting. She traced a finger down his chiseled cheek. “What are you up to?”

“What do you mean? I was just wondering how Potter and James are doing.” He wrapped a finger around one of her curls as he spoke. It was one of his favorite things to do.

“I talked to him, today, actually,” she replied. “They’re doing okay. Best as can be expected, I guess.” Hermione sighed and snuggled closer to her husband, feeling sad for her best friend-come brother.

Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley had gotten married shortly after she finished Hogwarts, as everyone expected, and little James came along soon after. Ginny didn’t want to give up her Quidditch career just yet and returned to playing when James was a few months old. But a freak accident during a game had left her husband a widower and her child motherless at a little more than a year old. There was extensive investigation into the accident and no one was deemed at fault. Of course that didn’t make it any less tragic. James had recently turned two and father and son had gotten back into a somewhat normal rhythm of life. Harry was a top notch auror and James spent his days with his grandparents at the Burrow.

“Do you think Harry’ll ever marry again?” Draco asked, wrapping his arms around her.

“It’s only been a year, Draco!”

“I know, but James doesn’t remember his mother. And a boy needs a mother, Hermione. Look at Potter. He grew up without either parent. Do you think he wants that for James?

Hermione thought on this. It was frightening ironic that Harry’s son had lost his mother at almost the same age as he had. Harry had no memories of his parents, save other people’s he’d seen in a pensieve.

“No, I don’t think so. But Ginny was the love of his life, Draco. How can he replace that?”

“I’m not saying replace her. But the heart can love more than once in a lifetime. Look at you. You were with the Weasel. Then you came to your senses and married me.” She could see the smirk on his face by the moonlight that streamed through the window of their bedroom and smacked his bare chest lightly, then soothed it with a kiss.

“True,” she admitted. “The marrying part. I don’t know about the coming to my senses. People thought I’d lost them when I accepted your proposal.”

“So anyway, I was thinking we should invite him over for dinner. Without James. Give him an adult night out. And invite a few other friends. Like Blaise and Luna, Neville and Hannah, the Weasel and Lavender, Parkinson. Just a small party. We can have it here. Or at the manor if you prefer. Mother would be more than happy to help you plan it. You know she’s in her glory with menus and seating charts.”

“Draco Malfoy, do you want to set Harry up with Pansy?” Hermione hadn’t missed that the only person he listed that wasn’t part of a couple was Pansy Parkinson. Her husband avoided her eyes and toyed with the strap on her negligee.

She wasn’t that surprised. Pansy had become one of her closest friends other than Ginny. But she had focused on becoming a top fashion designer for both witches and muggle women alike, pushing her personal life to the back burner for the last several years. Pansy had designed Hermione’s wedding dress and made the cover of Witch Weekly with it, much to the bride’s dismay since the editors insisted she be the one to model it for the photograph. In the end, she was quite pleased, though, because the one they used was not any of the posed ones but a candid she didn’t even realize had been taken when Draco walked into the studio and she blew him a kiss across the room.

They had tried introducing Pansy to both wizards and muggle men but she hadn’t hit it off with any of them. Pansy had confided to Hermione recently she was afraid she would end up a spinster witch like Bathillda Bagshot. Maybe a dinner party wasn’t such a bad idea. Draco was right about giving Harry and adult night out. For the last year his life consisted of work and James.

“All right. Let’s have them all for dinner,” she agreed. “But here. And casual. Nothing fancy.”

Pleased that he’d gotten his way, Draco pulled her so Hermione was on her side again, spooned against his chest. He pressed a kiss to the back of her head.

“Good night, Granger.”

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[skywailer]

✉️ ? Okay so I am a really loud and hyper person and that sometimes creates awkward situations . I am an ENTJ and I honestly love making friends . I love reading and playing video-games so I guess I prefer imagination over reality ? My favourite bands are Fall out boy and set it off . My favourite songs are @reply and breathe in , breathe out ( both by set it off ) I am sweet but stubborn, sarcastic and my friends have described me as a tad bit aggressive. I like the colour / shade black .

I had a little too much fun with this one, oops!  Here you go!

Wanna know what your first year at Hogwarts looks like through caffeinated eyes?

how you got your Hogwarts acceptance letter: your 12th birthday was a relatively normal occasion- a relatively muggle occasion actually.  Friends and family did the usual: placed a cake on the dining room table and smiled at you, told you to wish for “something great, this year!”  You were smiling, beaming really, and rolled your eyes at their command.  As if you didn’t wish for the same thing every year.  This year wouldn’t be much different.  Because while you were smiling (why wouldn’t you be, it was your birthday!  All the attention and presents had you reeling- but…), inside your gut was twisting and your head felt a little hollow.  Like something was still missing, even though you were older- something had yet to sprout in the gap.  So, you would wish, again, for something to finally happen.  You’d been waiting a long time for something to come along and wake you up; as though this part of your life wasn’t completely real- not just yet.  As you bent down to blow out the candles, something strange and wondrous finally occurred: the candles blew themselves out, fire extinguished without the slightest provocation.  No one but you actually noticed, that knot in your gut unraveling into a storm of anticipation- but a moment later everyone’s attention turned to the rattle of the mail slot.  On a Sunday.  You didn’t know exactly what it was, but you knew 100% that it was for you, just you, and you practically flew to the door to snatch the envelope on the floor before anyone could beat you to it.   Without looking at the front long, you tore it open to find inside a letter that didn’t exactly change your life.  Rather, awakened it.

head canons about your trip on the Hogwarts Express: you were extremely methodical about what you needed to pack, and stuck to the list given to you, but suddenly started doubting if you’d remembered to pack this or that, when it was already far too late to return home and get anything.  But you were pretty aggressive about going back through the wall, because it was “important” that you brought that One Thing you left behind- completely disregarding the fact that your parents had gotten themselves an owl and could post it to you, eventually.  If it wasn’t already packed away in your luggage.  Once they’d calmed you down on that front, it was time to get on the train, and your energy became completely focused on getting a window seat.  You were determined to witness every bit of this trip, yet ironically enough the second you found your seat and plopped down, blissfully alone - you were restless, wanting to take a look around the cabins and see what other wizards and witches looked like.  So, your initial plan actually went right out the window you were seated by.  Most of the trip ended up being you, hopping from cabin to cabin, trying to collect as much data on the people you’d be going to school with, and scouting friendships that would help you slip right into wizarding society.  You’ll get to take in the scenery on the ride back home, anyway, right?

what happened when you went head-to-head hat with the sorting hat: so, from what you gathered on the train ride, you kind of already knew where you wanted to be when your name was called to be sorted.  At least, you knew exactly where you belonged, and if that hat dared to say anything other than “Slytherin”, you’d make sure to have a few words with that inanimate object.  Anyway, when you were summoned up to the hat, the friends you’d made on the train were around you, reminding you to keep calm and be assertive in your thoughts.  As if you weren’t already.  They barely got to remind you to think Slytherin thoughts, before you ran up to the stool and sat down with a kind of determination and fire that had McGonagall eyebrows flying to the sky.  She cleared her throat and slowly placed the hat upon your head - you nearly grabbed at it to yank it down - and the hat was just getting into your thoughts when you blurted “WELL?”  Already making enemies, with a hat.  The Sorting Hat gave a huff of indignation.  “Obviously, it’s Slytherin!” It snapped and again, before McGonagall could fully take the hat off, you were flying towards the rumbling table. Turned out you made quite a few faithful Slytherin friends on that train.

who’s your squad: though you love having all the friends possible, only a select group of people get to see your ridiculously vibrant language and (loving) targeted jokes and sarcasm: Blaise, Theodore, and Pansy.  Draco was at one point your friend but you bit his head off one too many times, and now he’s extremely bitter; he’ll come around eventually, once he’s done licking his wounds.  You also enjoy the company of Ravenclaws (for their imagination) and Hufflepuffs (for their support, and at times serious aggression) - not so much Gryffindors, because sometimes they take you too seriously and you’re exhausted with having to explain yourself to them; Dean and Lee Jordan, and the Weasley twins are tolerable, and actually play along with your heckling sometimes.  The Weasleys definitely help when you want to get revenge on someone.

general first-year shenanigans you were up to while Harry was being Harry:

you’ve gotten detention nearly every week for making violent, and extremely detailed death threats to friends who just wouldn’t shut it during class.  Your friends were actually the ones who whined to the professor, escalating your death threats to revenge plots.  Which you have also gotten detentions for.  You vowed, one day, to be able to get away with murder without McGonagall noticing.  One Day.  When you’re not being impulsive about it.

The first day at Hogwarts you realized the “atmosphere” about muggleborns in the Slytherin household and devised a scheme to make them love you, need you really.  

You lied at first about your family, weren’t very convincing but you had a few friends from the train who backed you up (knowing you were lying).

Over time, you became the Go to person in the Slytherin household for all kinds of things: advice on friendship, on revenge plots, on books to read and on homework to be done.  You made yourself essential to your people, and eventually came out as muggleborn in the middle of the school year, and while some people were a bit pissed off.  Well, whatever.  You had plenty of support by then to tell any arse holes to “piss off”.  

despite being muggleborn, or perhaps because of it, you excelled tremendously in your classes.  You were more than eager to learn, spent a little too much time dropping books all over the library, and experimenting in your dorm room (which ended up in many scorched hairs and Pansy demanding you to ‘do that stuff away from my face, thanks’).

you got into a Super Awkward conversation with Moaning Myrtle about her death (not knowing how or why she’d died) and you avoid that bathroom like the plague now.  Moaning Myrtle curses your name.

you claim to be the innocent one in your group, but somehow it was always you who instigated Bad Ideas and acted like you didn’t when, inevitably, everyone got caught.

you tried to get into a fist fight with Peeves once.  It was interesting to watch.

you actually had forgotten to pack a few things.  Like your familiar.  Oops.

a lot of the Slytherin household figured it was better to be on your good side, than your bad, especially since your extreme competitiveness in classes was gaining your house a treasure-trove of points.

your loud mouth, though, got a few points deducted.

not that much, though.  The detentions didn’t help, though.

you accidentally dropped a potion on your partner after being a little too excited from being successful on your first attempt.  They spent a week in the hospital wing.  You couldn’t stop apologizing.  It was more awkward than horrible, but still.

on the train ride back home, you actually ended up with the window seat again, but… again, couldn’t sit still.  You spent the trip bouncing from cabin to cabin, again.  And forgot to pack something, again.  Oops.

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[comicteaparty]

February 21st, 2019 CTP Archive

The archive for the Comic Tea Party chat that occurred on February 21st, 2019, from 5PM - 7PM PST.  The chat focused on Teasday by FeatheryJustice.

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RebelVampire

COMIC TEA PARTY- THURSDAY BOOK CLUB START!

Good evening, everyone~! This week’s Thursday Book Club is officially beginning! Today we are discussing Teasday by FeatheryJustice~! (https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/teasday/list?title_no=169870)

Remember that Thursday discussions are completely freeform! However, every 30 minutes I will drop in OPTIONAL discussion questions in case you’d like a bit of a prompt. If you miss out on one of these prompts, you can find them pinned for the chat’s duration. Additionally, remember that while constructive criticism is allowed, our focus is fun and respectfully appreciating the comic. All that said, let’s begin!

QUESTION 1. What is your favorite scene in the comic so far and why?

Draco Plato

I really like the most recent scene with Vander because I'm really looking forward to where it's going to lead to, it left me with a feeling of suspense

I also enjoyed the scene with Calen and Folen

FeatheryJustice

My favourite scene is actually Anton and Spyder, especially trolling Spyder with salt instead of sugar. I do love drawing Calen and Folen :3

Also what tea is everyone drinking today?

Cheshire777

Nothing right now- out and about but when I get back chai.

FeatheryJustice

What kind of chai? Traditional or like the new form types?

Draco Plato

peppermint XD

FeatheryJustice

Ohh classic. Plain peppermint or mixed with other stuff Draco?

Draco Plato

just plain, it's pretty watery too since it's the keurig one

Cheshire777

Loose leaf (masala I think?) w/ sugar, vanilla, nutmeg and cream.(edited)

FeatheryJustice

Ohh that sounds so good

Cheshire777

And cinnamon.

RebelVampire

my favorite scene is probably the one with calen and folen. i think they add a lot of dynamic to camellia since before she was just grumpy tea witch. now shes grumpy tea witch with a past. plus i really loved that appearance change because just so many questions. tea party host plot twist: i actually hate tea. long live the coffee witch.

FeatheryJustice

There is a coffee witch

She's cool

RebelVampire

which incidentally i did enjoy the dialogue about the coffee witch and the whole description of camellia's interaction with her. it made me laugh.

Cheshire777

Beat me to it @RebelVampire.

naomi

I always look forward to the author note at the end - it makes me imagine what they are drinking in the story

Also sorry I revealed my tea in general already - but I might make some hojicha for the occasion

FeatheryJustice

/o/

Draco Plato

haha I do really enjoy the author notes at the end too, I've learned so much about tea

Cheshire777

Eeesh, will be going through a dead zone soon for a few mins, don't freak if I stop talking.

mathtans

Here for the moment. Yeah, I liked the tea witch/coffee witch thing where they each made the offer and declined, I can totally relate to that. Coffee is just a no for me.

(I don't drink tea much either, but never coffee.)

RebelVampire

im really hoping well meet the coffee witch and see the spark of rivalry to a degree. friendly rivalry, but rivalry none the less

another less scene but more moment i enjoyed was at the end of sweet tea where the spider is just using multiple arms to pour in more sugar than should ever be allowed in anything ever

mathtans

Random surprise twist, Calen inherits the coffee witch title.

FeatheryJustice

Lol

mathtans

I also thought it was a nice touch in the night scene to have Camillia without her gloves. One wonders if she had a tea mishap in her past... or maybe she worked in fast food and gave it up.

There was more sugar than cup, I think. ^.^

Cheshire777

Ack..

FeatheryJustice

Yeah they are really good friends, the coffee witch and Cam

nintendonut1

I like the lullaby sung in Tea Cocktails. makes me think of how a lot of our childhood songs can get a little creepy

FeatheryJustice

That song is plot important

mathtans

We've also seen a fruit witch. Is there a veggie witch?

FeatheryJustice

In like three seasons ahha

There is one!

Draco Plato

oh i was thinking it had plot relevance, the song

mathtans

(I'm randomly reminded of a bake shop near me called "The Scone Witch".)

FeatheryJustice

That is a good name lol

And yeah of course it has plot relevance, I mean I wouldn't invent a random song without meaning XD

naomi

I hope it's clear when I said I liked the author's notes that it doesn't get in front of the content for me! Although I do think it gives each page something extra

RebelVampire

idk i could head canon camellia just invented it to troll ppl and creep them out

naomi

Same

FeatheryJustice

She would XD

Also I think I want to do a recap section for the longer ones so people can get read through it and get the tdlr

Like I should recap the herbal arc hha

mathtans

She sings it to people who come in and ask for coffee.

Kabocha

Hellooooo~ Favorite Scene? Vander's hiring. Camelia went through so many applicants that it was silly, and then this guy can pick up the simplest lavender tea

Also, aaaaa, I still need to read from the herbal arc. I fell behind a while ago T_T;;;

naomi

I am still reading but I really liked the getting ready to go out/meeting Anton

RebelVampire

i also liked how kind of shrug no big deal vander was about knowing the tea

Kabocha

I think Vander was expecting something more challenging, because he's got some sort of tea magic, but... Camelia has long dealt with normal people, who don't know it well

naomi

Yeah I would be a lot more... I think the word is chuffed? If I guessed a tea challenge

FeatheryJustice

Actually there is a thing why she was so surprised actually

Kabocha

also urgh, is it Camellia or Camelia... I keep forgetting which words have two ls some nights

FeatheryJustice

It was barely hinted at

RebelVampire

QUESTION 2. As hinted by the name, one of the comic’s goals is to focus on all topics related to tea. What is one interesting fact that you learned about tea thanks to the comic? Of the episodes, which episode did you find to be the strongest in terms of how it delivered educational, tea related information? Alternatively, of the episodes, which one did you find most entertaining on how it tackled a certain topic of tea and tea brewing? What other tea brews or information are you hoping to see the comic tackle? Lastly, which of the brews presented so far is your favorite?

mathtans

Well, as I recall it was diluted all to heck. Camillia was waiting for someone to say "it's water, not tea".

RebelVampire

yeah id call that more than a hint XD

FeatheryJustice

It was diluted

Kabocha

I really did like the intro to herbals, though Feather had told us a bit about it in IDC some time ago

also the process of tea flavoring is fascinating!

mathtans

I'd never considered the difference between infusers and the little collander thing that sits on a teapot. Surface area and such.

Draco Plato

I'd never heard of a lot of the tea combinations before so it gave me a lot to try

FeatheryJustice

And yeah it was more than a hint haha XD but people gloss over it a lot

Draco Plato

the banana tea particularly fascinated, and the chocolate tea

Kabocha

the fact that coconut tea is so oily wasn't... surprising

Draco Plato

yeah it was!

Kabocha

I'm shocked it goes with chocolate though

FeatheryJustice

Lol XD

Kabocha

chocolate is a pain to clean up after in my mug XD

FeatheryJustice

Yeah somrtimes you oh

You can put the chocolate tea in a tea bag and then into an infuser XR

Kabocha

...that would keep the oil from escaping wouldn't it

FeatheryJustice

Yup

mathtans

Oh yeah, banana tea, what was up with that. Did not anticipate.

RebelVampire

i have learned all the tea facts. as someone who doesnt like tea and thus doesnt make it, my knowledge equates to basically 0 on anything involved with making tea. like didnt even know there were different ways to flavor things. so all in all the comic has been educational as a whole to me

FeatheryJustice

I am glad I am teaching people!

Kabocha

wait, rebel, you don't like tea?! whaaaaaaaaat

FeatheryJustice

Also man I had to research so much for the herbal flavouring thing

mathtans

It's a "steep" learning curve.

RebelVampire

the research really shows through though because i think in comparison to the other strips this one has been the most thorough

FeatheryJustice

I love that pum

Also I was trying to do a different format as well that time CD

RebelVampire

and no i dont like tea. but tbf to tea i dont like hot beverages in general. even coffee which i do like i take it iced.

FeatheryJustice

Iced tea episode hahaha

mathtans

Funny thing about tea for me. I don't like hot tea. I definitely don't like iced tea. I'll tend to drop an ice cube into tea shortly before drinking it (it melts, admittedly diluting) to split the difference.

Kabocha

yeah, I let my tea cool before drinking it in many cases -- but some just taste better hot

but compared to rebel, I live in the arctic I think

FeatheryJustice

Lukewarm tea is okay

mathtans

Exactly. Gotta go for lukewarm.

RebelVampire

in terms of education, i also liked the alcohol tea drinking. cause it was educational and entertaining. cause idk what it was about the scene, but i got kind of a bar feeling. like camellia suddenly the bartender just serves alcohol tea

to rebel most ppl live in the arctic in comparison XD

mathtans

That reminds me, when Camellia's with her family they call her Amellia. Is she undercover with her C?

Kabocha

I'd honestly never had tea with alcohol... that sounds... pretty good imo

RebelVampire

i assumed it might have been a nickname cause it seems like most charas have their own nickname for her

but then again

she did change her appearance

suspicious

FeatheryJustice

Amelia is what they call her and Ilia is what Anton and Spyder call her

mathtans

Oh, good point, the llia hadn't consciously registered.

She looks different to tend bar.

FeatheryJustice

Yeah becuase she actually attempted to dress up XD

Also I need to bring back Galene sometime soon

RebelVampire

she looked very pretty in those scenes too

i was hoping wed see galene again cause i really like galene's design

FeatheryJustice

I had fun drawing her but I was also like "OH GOD WHY DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF"

mathtans

Galene is Calen's secret informant.

FeatheryJustice

Fun fact, they don't know of each other's existences yet.

Galene and Calen never met in story

Same as how Vander never met Anton and Spyder yet, and Rhurbi only seen Spyder and Anton like once

Also the fun thing about alcohol with tea is that you can put it in hot tea and burn off the alcohol content. Or cook it

RebelVampire

oh man i cant wait till vander meets spyder and anton then. partly cause i wonder who might teach who about tea.

Kabocha

https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/teasday/herbal-part-3/viewer?title_no=169870&episode_no=24 Vander's real shady in this page ಠ_ಠ

mathtans

Maybe Vander already knows Spyder by reputation. "Oh, you're the sugar daddy."

Cheshire777

I'm back!

FeatheryJustice

LOLLLL

You almost made me choke on my tea there Math

RebelVampire

vander knows cause hes seen how much sugar inventory they have to keep and its abnormally high

FeatheryJustice

Fun fact, Vander HATES sweet things most of the time.

mathtans

Don't get him a cute teddy bear for his birthday then.

Kabocha

ahahaha

RebelVampire

i agree with kabo that vander was super suspicious in that one panel. but honestly vander seems suspicious in general cause he seems to know little about making tea at all but somehow was able to recognize a diluted mixture that nobody else could

Kabocha

maybe he's a tea-witch in training

Draco Plato

maybe it's just part of an ability his species has

mathtans

He said he knew tea stuff though, didn't he?

Cheshire777

Hyper taste?

yeah people say things

Draco Plato

i thought he said he was learning from Camellia

Kabocha

theory time

he's a business rival

Draco Plato

ooooooo

mathtans

tries to remember why Vander was looking for a job

Kabocha

he just kind of wandered in, I thought

mathtans

Kabocha: That seems plausible. Guess he's playing the long game rather than trying to buy her out.

Kabocha

https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/teasday/herbal-part-4/viewer?title_no=169870&episode_no=25 oh look at that

support for my theory as I'm reading

Draco Plato

maybe he's related to one of the people calen killed

FeatheryJustice

Pffft, Calen doesn't kill people, no she's an angel Coughlaugh

Draco Plato

O_O suuuuure

mathtans

She outsources.

FeatheryJustice

Folen does it for her

That

Draco Plato

loooool

FeatheryJustice

Also I am laughing because I want to say things, but can not because well that's Spoilers~

RebelVampire

QUESTION 3. Despite the tea focus, the comic does take some time to add in a few character mysteries. What do you think Camellia past is with Calen and Folen? Why is Camellia so ardent about not going back to work with Calen? Also, why do you think Camellia changed her appearance to pay a visit to the two? What do you make of the scars depicted on Camellia’s hands? Besides Camellia, there is also her new assistant Vander. Do you believe that Vander can be trusted, or do you believe Calen will find out something shady about him? How will his continued presence affect Camellia and/or himself?

Kabocha

I THINK FOLEN wanted to marry camellia(edited)

FeatheryJustice

Leans back to watch fan theories steep

naomi

Kabocha went there

FeatheryJustice

Kabo did.

Kabocha

I always go there.

FeatheryJustice

Welll

I would show you a clip of the next episode talking about cups

Becuase literally it's all Folen and Camellia that episode hahah

Kabocha

Camellia turned Folen down, though, because... Well. She honestly doesn't want that romance stuff. Just give her the tea, dammit.

Folen, on the other hand, is interested in magic, and hey, tea magic is magic... yes right?

Draco Plato

that's pretty much what I had but I think overall the three of them are like family too

so there's probably a deeper connection there

mathtans

As I recall, Calen said that Camellia and Folen used to date, or something. Maybe he runs a fast food place.

Kabocha

Maybe he likes flavored Coffee

mathtans

Doesn't go well with tea.

FeatheryJustice

LOL I wish there was a fast food witch somewhere XD

mathtans

Wendy's, the good witch?

FeatheryJustice

HAHAHA XD I'm laughing so hard

Cheshire777

Obsessed with hair nets... I can picture it now...

FeatheryJustice

"Do you want fries with that?"

Cheshire777

They're magic!

FeatheryJustice

Magic Fries for everyone

RebelVampire

the veggie witch and fast food witch must be friends

to make all those french fries

Cheshire777

Makes you crave more magic fast food

FeatheryJustice

Real potato fries, so real they will teleport out of your stomach

Kabocha

Sweet potato fries are the veggie witch's favorite, I'm sure

put cinnamon on 'em

Draco Plato

Yum yum

FeatheryJustice

Veggie witch was actually schdueled to come around earlier in devlopement but I wanted her to be more placed later in the story as like, weird wacky aunt who visits

She bringing a lot of onions with her

Kabocha

She would invite people over, but she's got a leek problem

FeatheryJustice

LOL

Cheshire777

Onion tea?

FeatheryJustice

Yes!

There is onion tea

RebelVampire

wait theres onion tea

what

Cheshire777

Onion and ginger might be good

FeatheryJustice

Yup

It's made like a cold remedy

But I like Onion tea by itself

Draco Plato

It's full of tears

FeatheryJustice

Tea-rs

XD

Layers of flavour

Cheshire777

Is there tea made with bacon?

FeatheryJustice

I think so

I seen that in like, a weird tea thing

They used like, bacon bits with black tea to get a smoky flavour

RebelVampire

interesting

so anyway camellia's hands: scars from tea brewing or scars from something else? O_O

FeatheryJustice

Also Lapsang Sochong (One of the teas from an episode, has a good smoky taste so you can add bacon to it and give it a try???)

Cheshire777

Maybe!

FeatheryJustice

And I can't confirm or deny why she has those scars, other than man it's hard to draw them all the time

I keep forgetting they exist XD

Cheshire777

So It's a plot point

FeatheryJustice

(Everything I do is a plot point, only when it isn't then it isn't for a plot point XD)

RebelVampire

im personally leaning towards the latter. although i could see the former. like idk how someone becomes a witch in this world, but maybe camellia wasnt meant to be a tea witch. like she had to work super super super super duper hard to be a tea witch.

Kabocha

She burned her hands on tea didn't she

Draco Plato

The scars probably relate to a murder

Kabocha

GASP

maybe she was trying to work with Folen and it didn't work out

Cheshire777

A ERRENT STRAND OF HAIR!! IT WILL BE A PLOT POINT! THERE WILL BE A QUIZ!

FeatheryJustice

Also all witch related questions will be answered soon, after the wrap up of season 1

Cheshire777

What are your views on infusing tea into other food?

rice, cakes,

RebelVampire

i hope that if her scars relate to murder she didnt infuse the victim into tea or something. cause yes i went the dark route

FeatheryJustice

Delicious, I have recipes with tea for DAYS!

:3c

Also there are

Many screams

Draco Plato

Don't give feather ideas XD

FeatheryJustice

Pfft, it was already set in stone lol!

Scalded laps, SCALDED LAPS FOR DAYS

Draco Plato

Omg XD

Cheshire777

So tea infusions in other things?

mathtans

Flower witch too, maybe?

Cheshire777

Probably

FeatheryJustice

There is a flower witch

And also fun fact about the scars, Camellia actually has enough fingerless gloves to match her entire wardrobe, all in the basic colours XD

And my favourite thing to do right now is to try to use teas in savoury dishes

Recently made broiled chicken with a lemon chili pepper white tea, and that was so good

(Be right back, grabbing another cup of tea, getting some apple chamomile cinnamon roobios)

RebelVampire

i hope we can meet the flower witch

although i wonder if witches have to be female

cause part of me wants it to be a guy who wears a flower crown

FeatheryJustice

Well.

Actually.

I wonder if I can say.

Well you will have it explained during the episode of the origins of how these particular witches came to be.

But I haven't designed the Flower Witch so I will keep that in mind.

RebelVampire

QUESTION 4. The story has its fair share of shenanigans while having a lot of future potential. Insofar, which character do you enjoy seeing the most in the comic and why? Are there any potential future scenarios you’re hoping to see them in? Are there any other sort of witch types you’re hoping exist in the world that could play a role in the comic? What about creatures? In the long term, do you think Camellia will keep her current tea brewing style of life, or will something come along and change it in contrast to all the shenanigans? Finally, in general, what other scenarios do you see popping up for the story given any story fact?

i enjoy seeing vander cause he really is a suspicious mofo.

maybe vander is a world reknown thief

and he thinks camellia keeps her treasures in that backroom

and now he finds out nah she just has tea and more tea

so has to convenient go on vacation to never return

FeatheryJustice

Reminds me of the Tuxedo Mask Meme

"My job here is done" "But you didn't do anything" Whoosh

I personally just can't wait to finish Season 1, and then get into the really good stuff in Season 2. I also can't wait to kinda fix my old art ahhahahha XD

But I wouldlike to introduce more of towns folk, becuase there is a good amount of diversiTEA in the town Camellia resides, which is far away from the big city of where Folen and Calen are

Kabocha

What will Camelia think when someone serves her Coffee Puerh

FeatheryJustice

Also Vander being a Phantom Thief really makes me have ideas though haha

The same thing Camelia thinks when people give her Tawinese Coffee Milk Tea. "....Thanks but no." And Coffee tea is going to be an episode on it's own as well.

RebelVampire

i hope thats the episode where we meet the coffee witch

Kabocha

You gonna call $CanadianTeaRetailer out lol

RebelVampire

as they both stare in horror

FeatheryJustice

Yes you are

Kabocha

I actually like the Coffee Puerh tbh! It's tasty. But I can see why Camellia might not. Is she not a fan of high caffeine, or does she prefer smaller doses at once

FeatheryJustice

Yes, they look at that and is like "Are they shipping us?" "Probably?" "Weird."

Camellia can not drink coffee because she is allergic.

Like how the Coffee Witch is allergic to tea, but can at least have herbals XD

mathtans

(Back from crib.) I suspect Vander is a spy from the warlocks. Only witches are female, the guys want in on the action.

I love diversiTEA.

RebelVampire

vander can be both, be a spy and a phantom thief. cause who is going to expect the spy is actually a thief

or maybe vander is a secret evaluator

like an undercover food safety inspector

but for tea

hes juding camellia and her knowledge

FeatheryJustice

Vander could also be a student in debt trying to get a part time job and is lucky Camellia doesn't look at resumes becuase he doesn't have any experience

RebelVampire

idk vander seems like he dresses too nice to be a student in debt. O_O unless that is the actual answer in which case vander please, sell your clothes and downgrade

FeatheryJustice

Oh god Vander is one of those guys who are like "I spend all my money to look good and now I am broke" XD

Also maybe Vander is a food inspector waiting for that one bug from the other episode to show up and he never does

Vander also at first wasn't going to be a character actually. It was only after I realized I needed an every day man type character for reasons to exposition at did I create him.

I'm glad people like him

RebelVampire

one thing from the story im really curious about is the vampires apparently? since there was that one dude who showed up and needed tea cause someone named krys was grumpy. im really curious about all that stuff cause i wanna know who this krys person is

FeatheryJustice

OH YEAH KRYS

mathtans

I do kinda wonder about Calen and her sword fighting in the house.

FeatheryJustice

HAHAHAAAA I love Krys, they are great

You will see them later.

And Calen was killing things with a coat hanger actually

mathtans

Just gotta listen for the Krys Anthem - Mum.

FeatheryJustice

Very sturdy coat hanger

mathtans

I guess if you don't have a coat, why not.

FeatheryJustice

Oh yes, and the random sword

That was just from off the wall

Like you know when you have like swords on display

mathtans

So, are we shipping Camellia and Rhurbi? Fruit and tea mix well, as we've been told. ^.^

Cheshire777

Reminding me of Narbonic- kinda creeping me out... @FeatheryJustice

mathtans

They've got that whole "I hate you when you don't call" vibe going too.

Cheshire777

Ping was supposed to be at front?

FeatheryJustice

Lol, Camellia isn't very good at remembering phones exist

And what is Narbonic?

RebelVampire

camellia watched too much harry potter and only sends messages by owl

FeatheryJustice

Also Draco also said they ship Cam and Rhubi

And yes, Camellia would do owl mail

mathtans

Camellia travels by unconventional means too.

Cheshire777

Old webcomic that finished, I'll find the link if you want?

FeatheryJustice

Yup, by the friend express

mathtans

Okay, Cam and Rhubi ftw. Vander will have to make due with Spyder.

Cheshire777

Mad scientists.

FeatheryJustice

LOL

Cheshire777

This conversation is rather disjointed.(edited)

FeatheryJustice

Yeah it is, alright, reeling it back in

mathtans

I gotta get my ships in before time elapses.

FeatheryJustice

So far, that's a popular ship

And I haven't seen that webcomic but I will check it out Cheshire

Cheshire777

Or three conversations...

RebelVampire

i will accept the vander and spyder ship

FeatheryJustice

Well it will be fun when they meet

mathtans

As far as the tea brewing life, I feel like she already had a change in her past. Maybe related to the injury. I don't see her deviating any more.

FeatheryJustice

And no one mentions mysterious person on the other side of magical tea cup

mathtans

Which, the logo?

Cheshire777

I'll put the link on general.

FeatheryJustice

Yup

mathtans

Hm, not sure it consciously registered.

That was the dude by the seaside or whatever.

FeatheryJustice

Don't worry

It's a really long sideplot

Kabocha

I can't wait to read more

FeatheryJustice

But yeah it's a cup that you can share liquids with another person on the other side

mathtans

Interesting how much got set up. Oh, that's clever.

Gotta make sure when you're rising it out that the person on the other end doesn't drink sudsy dishwater.

FeatheryJustice

I tend to write in a way where I am like "Here is Plot point A, which goes into A-A, into A-B, into A-C" Meanwhile "Plot B-G is with plot point G-A"

mathtans

Best with it!

RebelVampire

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Do you think I’ll get house points if I act like I care? 〚Part V〛

» She watches his expression soften as he moves towards her again. "What's going on? Did something happen? Are you alright?" She scans him, as if to check for any signs of physical harm. He smiles miserably. "No, Granger. I'm terrible, all thanks to you." «

*note: I’m not an english native speaker, so please excuse any grammar mistakes. I’ll gladly fix them if you point them out to me.

Read Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV & Part V

Once again thank you to everyone who has been reading this story! I had a lot of fun writing it. This is the last part :)

The next time Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy exchange more than just lingering glances with each other is one autumn evening, many weeks later. The new term has just started and the young witches and wizards have returned to continue their studies at Hogwarts.

Hermione walks down one of the corridors on the first floor after dinner, when she’s practically ambushed. One minute she’s in the hallway, thinking about a homework assignment and in the next a hand grabs hers to pull her into a storage room. She wants to scream but in the dim light she recognizes the familiar blonde hair of one anxious looking Draco Malfoy. "Malfoy! What on earth…" She doesn’t get to finish her sentence because the Slytherin holds a slender finger to her lips, signaling her to stay quiet. In one swift move he turns to shut the door behind them. 

"Sorry about that." She watches his expression soften as he moves towards her again. "What’s going on? Did something happen? Are you alright?" She scans him, as if to check for any signs of physical harm. He smiles miserably. "No, Granger. I’m terrible, all thanks to you." She frowns at him. "What is that supposed to mean? How is it that you always blame me for your own shortcomings?" His smile doesn’t falter. "Well, who do you expect me to blame? Myself?" Hermione rolls her eyes at him. The sarcasm however, doesn’t hide his nervousness and she starts to wonder how a person can be as contradicting as Draco Malfoy. 

"Why are we here?" Her voice is calm, much calmer than she feels. Draco glances towards the door for a second, as if to check wether someone is coming, before his eyes settle back on her. He opens his mouth to say something, but when nothing comes out, the Slytherin looks away, sighing. Hermione looks at him expectantly, waiting for him to explain. When he doesn’t speak for a while, she loses her patience. "Well then, good evening, Malfoy." 

She turns towards the door when he speaks. "Granger, please." His voice sounds almost pleading, that’s not something she expects from him of all people. The Gryffindor looks over her shoulder, regarding him with a mildly intrigued expression. She turns back around to him then and Draco lets out a breath. "Thank you. Now, as I wanted to explain before you so rudely interrupted–" "Interrupted? You didn’t speak a word for an entire minute." Hermione gives him a look of disapproval. "That’s not the point. The point is that wanted to ask you for a favour." He watches her carefully, waiting for a reaction. Hermione feels like snorting, but she manages to hold it in – barely. "What kind of favor?" The Slytherin sighs. "It’s about muggle studies." The look of sheer resignation on his face makes her smirk. Draco Malfoy wants her help for muggle studies - truly, what a day to be alive. 

"This stupid assignment drives me mad. I did all the research, I even asked a Hufflepuff for help…" At that, she fully bursts out laughing, not holding back anymore. "Oh Malfoy", she finally manages. A single tear rolls down her cheek and she wipes it away, grinning. He looks so frustrated, "It’s not funny, Granger. I really tried. I read all about this television thing." Hermione tries to keep it together, but fails miserably. She can vividly imagine Draco Malfoy trying to understand the technicalities of a TV. He gives her an annoyed look. "Sorry, sorry." She tries to compose herself. "So… What do you expect me to do about it?" "Oh come on, you know all about muggle things. Don’t give me that look." She feigns innocence. "What look?" Draco raises an eyebrow at the attempt. "That smug ‘I'm Hermione Granger and you are an idiot’ look. You’re practically glowing right now." The witch shakes her head, smiling. "I have no idea what you’re talking about." She knows exactly what he’s talking about, of course. 

She’s pushing boundaries, she’s well aware. Draco asking her for help is nothing short of a conspiracy and for muggle studies of all things. He looks away, probably considering to give up and walk away, so she decides to release him from his agony. "Fine", she says. "I’ll help you. You have to answer me one question though. When did you decide to take muggle studies – an optional subject – as one of your classes when you and I both know your aversion towards muggles." He sighs and meets her eyes again. It seems like he expected this question. "I thought it’s best to get to know the enemy first." Hermione gives him a horrified look, which makes him backtrack immediately. "Merlin, Granger! You always seem to come to the conclusion that I’m plotting someones murder." She raises an eyebrow at him. Why, pray tell, is that? She refrains herself from saying anything, however, and instead waits for him to go on. "Let’s just say, someone inspired me to reconsider my own upbringing." Hermione shifts. "Who?" Definitely not his family, that’s for sure. 

Draco smiles knowingly. "You, of course." 

She’s astonished to say the least. At a loss for words, she just looks at him with wide eyes. It’s Draco’s turn to be amused now. He watches her and the Brunette feels her pulse quicken. She wants to know why, but instead finds herself asking an entirely different question. "Do your parents know about this?" He slowly shakes his head, a sad smile on his lips. "Not yet. I wasn’t quite ready to have my name burned out of the family tree." His tone is mocking but she knows he’s not entirely joking. Hermione gives him an encouraging smile. "I might not be able to help you with that, but I can definitely help you get an ‘Outstanding‘ on your assignment. Tomorrow afternoon in the library, what do you think?" The Slytherin smirks. "At this pace, Gryffindor might win the house cup solely for your generosity and not because of Dumbledores favouritism towards Potter for a change." She pretends to gape at him. "That’s rich coming from someone who basically bribed himself onto the quidditch team." He laughs at her accusing look. "Touché." 

They smile at each other for a long moment, simply enjoying each others company, before Hermione realises that they are, in fact, still in a storage room. "We should get going before someone starts looking for us." Draco looks towards the door, begrudgingly. "Sure." She puts a hand on his shoulder. "Don’t be too sad. You’ll get to see me tomorrow, after all, where I’ll teach you all about muggle TVs, remember?"

He takes her hand from his shoulder and holds it in his for a moment. The gesture is sweet and Hermione doesn’t feel like moving. The Blonde grins before answering. "I have a feeling you’ll be enjoying this way too much." For a second, she’s not sure wether he’s referring to muggle studies or him holding her hand. When Draco slowly lets go, however, eyes never leaving hers, she knows that it applies to both. Hermione gives him a heartwarming smile, before opening the door. Stepping into the corridor, she looks back at him. "Are you coming, or not?" 

When they part ways that evening, heading for their respective dorms, Hermione decides to ask him one last question. "What exactly did I do for you to break with pureblood traditions?" She tilts her head slightly, eyeing him with genuine curiosity. Draco takes a moment to think about it, before grinning. "I’m not sure. Perhaps you've bewitched me." The Gryffindor blinks several times, processing his words. "What is that supposed to mean?"

He's already moving away from her, when he speaks. "You're smart, Granger. Figure it out." He gives her a knowing smile and with that he's gone.

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