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patrophthia · 10 months

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just curious | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: angst, mutual pining (but they don’t get together boo 👎👎👎 me), theodore wears glasses (yes that’s it’s own genre), reader is called princess by everyone bc i didn’t want to use yn in this

wc: 2.2k

note: i wrote this in two hours while listening to super shy - new jeans (intended for it to be a cute fic) and ended up with this angsty little piece, it’s a wip i ended up abandoning but am putting it up for anyone who might like that sexy pining genre of not ending up tgt, also was gonna stay on my docs but got too emotionally attached to not post it (you better talk to me about this theo or i will cry)

Theodore is a friend of Draco. That's how you know him. Theodore Nott: the tall, cute, and quiet friend of Draco's who's eyes —when he smiles, like really smile, curves upwards in an adorable manner. Theodore who, whenever you were to hang out with Draco's friend group, keeps a closed off expression that is so hard to gauge and read that you gave up the second time you met the lad.

The door clicks open and you prepare yourself for what's to come next, taking in a deep breath as you try your hardest to play it cool. Theodore steps into Draco's living room, shopping bags in his hand as Pansy follows him from a few steps behind.

You try not to think too much of it, friends hold shopping bags for their friends all the time, it's only natural. Pansy smiles when she meets your eyes, her voice soft as she nags you on why she hasn't seen you in so long. "Draco ought to bring you around more, I know you're his friend before ours but there's no reason for him to keep you to himself like he does."

Draco scoffs at that, "it's not like I don't invite her, she just doesn't want to come to stuff."

That's not exactly true though. You do want to come to stuff —if anything you loved going to them, Draco's friends have always been very welcoming and accommodated to your every need; it's just that every time you were to spend time with them, it seems like you can't take your eyes off of one particular person (hint: it's not Draco himself).

And quite honestly, you doubted whether he even knows your name. "In my defence, work has been hectic," you deflect with a small laugh, your eyes betrays you and drift to where the real reason stood. Theodore meets your eyes straight on, and offers you a nod as if he's only noticing you now and was saying his greetings. Yeah, he definitely does not know your name. "But I'm here now so let's enjoy it."

Pansy pouts but let's up when Astoria calls for your group of friends from the kitchen, Blaise right behind her with an apron wrapped around his stature. "Well?" He cocks his head. "What are we waiting for?"

Dinner went by smoothly, mostly Blaise stuffing you with his cooking and Pansy catching up with; asking every question she could possibly think of. You didn't mind if for the most part, actually quite enjoying the attention as the group went on and on. "You're shy, aren't you?"

The question is weird, and not exactly directed at you so you turn back to your plate as you take a bite of Blaise's lasagna (Draco helped cook the noodles for this, he wants you to keep this in mind). You feel something kick mid-chew, looking up to the person sitting opposing you; only to see Theodore with his full focus on Pansy.

You turn to her as well and she laughs as she repeats her words. "You're shy, aren't you?"

"Not really?" You don't think you are, not really. You're just trying your hardest not to make it obvious that you're interested in someone at this very table who does not seem to be interested in you one bit. "At least I don't think I am."

Astoria laughs kindly, finding you cute as she says: "you've just been quiet today, you're never like this with Draco and I."

Yeah well Draco and Astoria weren't plaguing your every thought every time you were within one metres of them. "Oh." you murmur. "I guess I'm a bit tired today."

"Work?" Blaise suggests and you shake your head. "What is it then?"

"Just Boy problems," you say off-handedly, quickly regretting it when their faces turn to one of interest. "But it's nothing big, I promise."

"Are you seriously going to tell us that and not elaborate?" Draco looks offended, hell, he feels offended that you weren't elaborating. "What did that dickhead do?"

Your heart warms at the fact that your friend cares about you enough to immediately hate on whoever might be causing you boy problems but are quick to dismiss the situation. "Nothing, drop it."

From the look on their faces, it looks as if they weren't going to drop it anytime soon. Pansy opens her mouth, ready to say something when Theodore clears his throat, letting you hear his voice for the first time tonight. "Why don't you tell them about who you saw at the shops today, Pans."

Her eyes light up suddenly, going off on how she ran into her scumbag of an ex boyfriend as she was shopping for a new dress. Your eyes found Theodore's, sending him a small smile as you mentally note down on how you'd have to thank him for it later.

And when he offers you a small smile in return, his dark eyes softening —yet not enough for you to see those half moons you hold oh so dear to your heart, you try to remind yourself that he is nothing but a man doing the bare minimum.

"Stay the night," Astoria says softly, "it's late, Princess. I can't have you heading back on your own at this hour."

As much as it sounded pleasant, you can't help but feel like you might be intruding their night (even though you've spent countless night crashing at their place after a bad break up before, you guess that it's just different now that you weren't staying to cure a broken heart with a comforting shoulder —Astoria— and someone bad mouthing your ex —Draco—). "I can't," you tell them. "And trust me, I'll be fine."

Draco isn't chuffed by your answer, looking apprehensive as he thought everything over. Blaise and Pansy left for their shared apartment mere minutes ago so it wasn't like he could ensure your safety with them. But someone else was still here though, "Nott, can you take her home?"

Theodore startles from his spot by the coat rack, pausing with one arm in his coat as he looks at Draco like a deer caught in headlights. Cute. He then glances at you before hesitantly nodding.

This is bad. Oh god. Okay.

"Great," Astoria says with a smile. "Take care of our Princess, please." She then turns to look at you. "Call me when you get home safely, okay?"

At your nod, she hugs you goodbye and sends you out the door. Theodore walking slowly by your side. He's silent when he opens his car door for you and you try your best not to swoon. "Thank you."

He hums in acknowledgment as he walks over to the driver's side, Theodore does a double check to make sure you had your seatbelt on before he started the car. The ride is quiet, save from the song playing from the radio; a familiar tune you can't place a finger on.

He asks for your directions and you tell him, sneaking glances as you did so. His hair is longer than it was the last time you saw him —but to be fair, it has been months since you did; a few dark strands cover his eyes and you resist the urge to reach out and push them away. Maybe even taking out a hair clip from your purse to pin it back just so he wouldn't have to deal with it again.

It's calm and overwhelming at the same time, sitting so still and tranquil next to Theodore like this. You want to say something, you want him to say something; anything if meant you get to hear his voice again. If it meant you get a chance to memorise it and compartmentalise it in a folder that is ardently his.

"Oh thank you by the way." He looks at you for a split second before turning his focus back to the road. "For switching the topic back there."

Theodore only nods and you try not to cry. Why won't he speak? It's almost like he doesn't even want you to be interested in him.

"I really do appreciate it."

He hums this time around, a low note vibrating from his chest. It's either a nod or a hum, that's all you're ever going to get from Theodore, huh?

You bite the inside of your cheeks, looking straight at the road as you did so. Should you even attempt to make small talk? All your attempts have been futile so far so why even try. You didn't mean to huff, or at least not as loud as you did, your arms instinctively as you looked out the window absentmindedly.

This catches Theodore's attention though, prompting to finally say something. "Thinking about those boy problems again?"

You don't answer him, you don't let yourself feel the satisfaction of finally hearing him speak for the second time tonight. You don't say anything related to that topic whatsoever. "Do you have a girlfriend, Theodore?"

You can hear the hitch in his breath, see the surprise in his rapid blinks, feel the shift in the air. The car pulls to a stop at a red light, the tail lights of a car a few metres in front of you shines your faces the same shade.

He looks at you and you hope —no pray, that he doesn't notice the sparkle in your eyes as you look at him. Or maybe you do, you can't tell anymore. The only thing you can tell is that you are so incredibly into Theodore Nott, and him driving you home is not helping your case at all.

"No," he says earnestly. You don't let your eyes flicker to his lips, you don't let your eyes flicker to anything else but his eyes, trying to gauge him for something; anything, only to end up finding nothing. "Why are you asking?"

A car honks from behind, breaking the two of you away from your trance. "Just curious."

You thank Theodore as he pulls to a stop outside your house, he —just like you would expect from Theodore Nott, only nods at your thanks. And when you bid him goodbye with one leg out of his car.

He tells you, "Goodnight, Princess."

Princess, that's what your friends called you. That's what Draco Malfoy called you at the ripe age of ten years old where the two of you would play royalty and would later be his favourite nickname for you, then further on your other friend's choice of name for you. That's what Theodore Nott calls you because he does not know your name.

"Goodnight, Theodore." You shut his car door behind you, and take a few steps to your front door before turning over your shoulder. Looking back at him at once, finding him reaching for his glasses within his glove compartment; ones with round wired frames that settle flatteringly on his high nose bridge. He shuts his glove compartment box and you turn back to your front door. And unbeknownst to you, with your back to him, Theodore turns to look at you once, and then, twice when you finally enter your house, before finally driving off and into the night.

Curiosity kills the cat, that’s what Theodore thinks as he unlocks his front door. Curiosity kills the cat, is what he reminds himself time and time again as he sheds off his jacket. Curiosity kills the cat, that’s what he knows from the start. But how could curiosity really kill the cat if it was already dying?

If it had already yearned for something for long; a clenching thirst yet to be fulfilled, if it was already wailing to just be held, would curiosity really kill it then?

It's weird. It's weird how —now that he thinks of it, he can't seem to recall you ever going on a date. Not a single one. While him on the other hand; yeah, he can't exactly count the amount of dates he’s gone on in the past month on one hand.

It's not entirely his fault though, he’s trying to put himself out there; trying to find the one despite knowing that said one is constantly running around the back of his mind and was sitting in his passenger seat mere minutes ago. But he chooses to ignore it because one, it's wrong and there was no way you could ever reciprocate his feelings. And two, even if you were to reciprocate his feelings, he will never cross the line between platonic and romantic.

He’d take the endless yearning over any potential heartbreak any day because the second he crosses the line, there's no turning back. And no amount of romantic feelings you might have for one another will make up for the years of friendship between him, you, and most importantly, Draco. The blond was your best friend before anything else, and he doubts you’d ever risk ruining your friendship for someone like him.

So, for now, he’d settled for the guilt he feels every time he sees you; he’ll hold back on his urges even though it’s clearer to him now, in this very night, than ever that you are as infatuated with him as he is with you.

He’ll take off his glasses, he’ll place them by his bedside table, he’ll lay in his bed, cold and alone, he’ll try to fall asleep and not think of you, he’ll try and try to make it through tomorrow, make it through the date that Blaise had set up (yet again) for him that will inevitably be the worse hours of his life and think about what it be like had his date been you instead.

— from bee: yeah i wrote this theodore with jeon wonwoo in mind so what about it?? theodore is so wonwoo coded idc idc

#ive been going through a svt brain rot lately and have just made theodore every single member of the group #jeon wonwoo as theodore nott makes my brain go brrrrrr #theodore nott fanfic #theodore nott fanfiction #theodore nott blurbs #theodore nott angst #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x you #theodore nott imagines #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x reader #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theo nott angst #theo nott fanfiction #Spotify #🧳: my writing

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aria-ashryver · 4 months

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Starlight CH38 Sneak Peek

(it never fails to amuse me that my previews are always around the 1k mark)

Chapter 38: Heaven is Not Fit to House a Love Like You and I (Opening Scene)

There was something insidious pervading the air around Crimson Beech High.

Ask any of the students, and they’d say it was the stress of the upcoming Community Outreach Day events — some had performance jitters, others were bracing for the gruelling embarrassment that was parent chaperones, a vocal minority of students —Venandis, mostly, Gabriel noted with scorn— complained at any given opportunity that being forcibly roped into signing up for activities kind of undercut the whole volunteer angle Principal Yao was going for.

Astoria would hear none of it. The whole point had been to manufacture some good, old fashioned inter-coven cooperation, after all. Now, more than ever, the vampires needed all the encouragement they could get.

Another week had come and gone with not a whisper of rebel activity; the uneasy stillness left them waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It stole in quietly, turning the fledglings irritable and jumpy, suspicious of every last buzz of activity about the town. Far from working together, the young Clements and Venandis were all but at each other’s throats again.

Worse, Gabriel had barely spoken to Cas all week.

He’d managed fine during their training sessions at the Nexus — relying on a feigned composure he’d somehow desperately stitched together, he was able to make it through the daylight hours without falling to pieces. He’d see Cas at their training sessions, even sparred with him once or twice, gone about their research into the Creators without betraying so much as a flicker of emotion.

But the minute he got back to his big, empty house, everything would unravel at the seams.

He’d collapse onto one of Cas’s couches, crammed in amongst the moving boxes and piles of furniture he still hadn’t bothered to store properly, breathing in the heady, familiar scent of his cologne that clung to the leather cushions, too wrung out to even cry.

He knew he was only delaying the inevitable.

But listening to Cas’s apology meant opening himself up to the reasons Cas had done what he’d done, and that meant finally acknowledging the small kernel of truth that rubbed Gabriel raw every time he tried to move around it. Like grit between his muscles. Sand, painfully forming into a blood-hued pearl.

A tiny kernel of truth that whispered Cas was right. That he’d only set into motion a future Gabriel always knew was coming: Luca was a human in a vampire’s world. Their only real options were dead or turned.

And loath as he was to admit it —as disgusting a betrayal to his family though it may be— there was a part of him that was grateful Cas had forced the issue. That he’d spared Gabriel from having to make that decision himself.

Gabriel couldn’t stomach the thought that Luca’s eventual turning might actually bring him relief. Happiness, even. So, petty as it was, his guilt and shame had manifested as anger, which in turn had become an entire week of giving Cas the cold shoulder.

Needless to say, Gabriel wasn’t exactly proud of himself.

But what else could he do?

Apologise, for a start, Gabriel thought, a flicker of guilt chasing through his sternum.

Sighing, he shouldered his satchel, heading out of his classroom as the bell rang and wandering out to find Luca in the middle of the quad.

They were crouched beside a collapsible folding table, the ground around them littered with glassware and arts and crafts supplies.

‘Hey,’ Gabriel said, joining him. ‘What is all this? Is it an Outreach Day thing?’

Luca pinned him with a withering look.

‘This is a “both my boyfriends are stubborn idiots” thing,’ Luca grumbled. ‘You’ve been ignoring Cas all week, and when he doesn’t get attention, he gets sulky, and when he gets sulky, I have to put up with it. He already shoved a jock into a locker this morning before first bell.’

‘Wow.’ Gabriel blinked. ‘Honestly, I’m more surprised that Cas was actually at school on time.’

‘The two of you could run a masterclass on sulking,’ Luca muttered under their breath. They groaned as they hauled the table onto its side. ‘Help me with this?’

With Gabriel’s assistance, Luca set up some kind of interpretive art installation, arranging a number of glass jars in varying heights and sizes on the table. He watched on, intrigued, as Luca filled the jars with water and some kind of coloured dye pigments, stirring until the water hit a good balance of colour and transparency.

Thin, noonday light filtered through the jars, washing the quad in prismatic stripes of colour. Like a rainbow after a storm, Gabriel thought. Like shimmering stained glass, fluid and mutable.

It was actually rather pretty.

‘Okay, you need to tell me what you’re up to, here.’

Luca grabbed a roll of tape, tearing a piece off with their teeth to affix a sign to the table’s edge. ‘Cas needs enrichment.’

“Glasses Half Full”, the sign read. “A Study in Optimism”.

Luca took a step back to examine the display critically, arms crossed over his chest.

‘What do you think?’ Luca asked. ‘Is this pretentious enough, or should I throw in a “Live, Laugh, Love” quote somewhere?’

Despite himself, Gabriel snorted. ‘Oh, it’s great. I think he’ll hate it.’

‘Perfect.’ Glancing around, Luca nudged a number of rocks with their toe, kicking them away from decorative planter boxes bordering the quad and moving them pointedly closer to the table. ‘Now scram.’

Grabbing Gabriel by the elbow, Luca dragged him away.

It was about twenty minutes later that Gabriel heard the first jar shatter.

He and Luca were studying at an outdoor table; hearing the bright tinkling of glass on concrete, Gabriel leaned around the tall hedge that obscured them from view, peeking over at the art installation Luca had set up.

Sure enough, there Cas was, looking like he’d wandered off the set of a modelling shoot, all embroidered bomber jacket and sleek black turtleneck, a baseball cap pulled over his perfect hair, topped off with a jagged, dangling earring.

Gabriel wanted to kiss his stupid, beautiful face. Screw him for looking so good all the time, honestly. He was annoying.

Luca pressed a finger to their lips; together, they watched on in silence as Cas tossed and caught the rock a few times, letting it fly with a breathtaking grace.

A jar exploded into a shower of glass and vibrant teal, colourful droplets spattering in violent patterns all over the concrete, already stained neon pink.

Oh, Cas was loving this. Luca flicked Gabriel a satisfied smile.

Cas tilted his head, growing preternaturally still as a gaggle of preppy juniors crossed the quad.

‘Oh no,’ Gabriel whispered, suddenly worried. He knew that look. Cas was working out angles, speed, trajectory—

‘Oh, shite,’ Luca breathed. ‘I think I miscalculated.’

Grinning, Cas tugged the baseball cap lower on his brow. ‘Batter up!’

Cas let the rock fly.

It slammed into the table leg; metal gave way with a shrieking ping as the supports warped in on themselves. The whole thing pitched sideways, jar after jar after jar sliding down to smash onto the pavement, a wave of rainbow colour splattering onto the unlucky students and drenching them from head to toe.

Cas howled with laughter as they squealed and scattered.

‘Oh god…’ Luca cringed, pressing his hands to his face. ‘Ohhh, they look like a Pride parade in a blender, oh no…’

Wincing, Luca peeked askance at Gabriel.

‘At least he’s having fun, right?’

Gabriel sighed, watching Cas gleefully aim a kick at a still-intact jar. He was having fun. Far too much fun to be truly genuine.

The manic gleam of laughter in Cas’s eyes kicked Gabriel in the chest. It was an old expression, one Gabriel was intimately familiar with; the kind Cas’s face would light with over the years whenever he tried to goad Gabriel into fighting with him.

Cas was lonely.

Gabriel’s throat tightened.

‘…I’ll talk to him.’

#SICSIG #choices immortal desires #immortal desires #cas harlow #gabe adalhard #luca o'rinn

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softersinned-arc · 11 months

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happy sunday! let's talk abt why astoria's a bad partner. please note that if we have a ship i will discuss any and all of this with you prior to it coming up, should it ever be relevant:

she lies constantly. she will lie and say she loves someone when she doesn't, whether because they said it first or because she wants to avoid a breakup for whatever reason.

while she will not cheat on a partner she genuinely loves, everyone else is fair game, as far as she's concerned. iain is her ex-fiance in most verses, and she cheated on him repeatedly over the course of the years they were together.

if she's caught in a lie and can't get out of it, she switches off all her manipulations and just gets cold and detached. the one time iain confronted her about cheating her only response was to shrug and ask him if he wanted her to deny it. it was the only conversation they had on the subject.

when she does commit to someone, it's a real struggle not to go overboard, and it's not a fight she often wins. she becomes totally, entirely, irrevocably devoted; there is nothing she won't do and no line she won't cross*; she will often entirely rewrite her own code and world view to encompass her partner's. she's extremely impressionable in this regard.

she's the worst.

some totally neutral facts about her:

she really doesn't bother with the lying and the construction of this partnered-astoria identity she wears when she's hooking up. big fan of casual sex relationships. they're easier, they allow her to fulfill a physical need, and it's easily accessible company if she ever wants it.

however, casual sex relationships rarely, if ever, involve any of the bdsm elements that she prefers in her serious relationships. she'll get rough and enjoy some very mild bondage (think scarves and ties).

bisexual, without a slight preference for men.

and some positives:

she'll try most things once! she's adventurous by nature.

when she commits, she commits. no cheating, limited lying, deep and genuine affection, emotional openness and vulnerability. if she lies, it's for a damn good reason, and she's genuinely apologetic in the aftermath.

she's good in bed. lots of stamina. VERY bendy. she can put her legs behind her head. does she need to? no! is she gonna? yes!

sometimes extremely thoughtful. she'll remember their coffee order and bring them breakfast. she'll buy them little gifts she sees while she's out. she'll shower them with affection. she'll be their number one support any time they want or need her to be.

a wizard with a strap. and speaking of magic in the bedroom she WILL use actual magic in bed if her partner's down with it. think temperature play and little electric sparks.

unless she is, for some reason, hurting for money, she will very happily replace any lingerie her partner wants to rip. and frankly she'll do that even if she is working with a budget.

and finally: that girl may be chock full of emotional loneliness and intimacy issues and traumatic childhood but when she loves she loves. she loves hard and she loves unconditionally.

#(* within her own very limited code. it prevents her from doing very little.)#i. she had a marvelous time ruining everything. ( about )

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zackmartin · 1 year

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z!!! this is shona, i just saw your comment on best laid plans, and i'll get around to responding on ao3 soon, but i just wanted to tell you it made me tear up. thank you so so much for not just reading but going the extra mile and writing such a wonderful comment AS YOU WERE READING. it actually made my night. you're the best and i am sending you so much love rn

Ah, I’m so glad! While I appreciate your thanks and saying all that, it isn’t really necessary. I think if anyone can understand your plight, of writing for the world’s tiniest fandom(s) which also happen to be dead, it’s me 😅 But, even if that weren’t the case, I’d still leave a comment anyway, because your fic is wonderful, and it deserves all the praise! I actually wish I could’ve given you much more, but I was basically just saying the same thing over and over again, and it got to the point where I was like “alright lemme stop myself before I give them the same paragraph ten times over”.

But, while we’re here, I’d actually like to say a few more things if that’s okay!

(I’m going to put them under a read more so I don’t spoil anything for any of our mutual friends/followers that might not have had a chance to read yet)

First, I really love how you expand on this world. Obviously I wish the show would’ve gotten more seasons so they could’ve explored places outside of Astoria, but I appreciate how you develop upon the scraps we were given, like explaining more of Arc’s mermaid side, while also putting limitations on it. Like, yeah, he can breathe underwater and provide Ciara with oxygen, but he’s human enough that it won’t last forever. Also, mentioning Arc being descended from pirates; like I know the show kinda touched on that, but I love how you took it a step further and made it pirates specifically because it just makes so much sense!!! (especially for a place like seagate, that has months like sharktober and crabuary. like, we know seagate was full of thieves but specifying that they were descended from pirates was PERFECT)

On that note, I also love you expanding on the mermaid treasure, and the trident and kinda tying the whole show together with bringing back Ryker. It felt like the perfect way to end that, having Arc and Ciara be a little older, and Arc being willing to sacrifice himself in order to finally put an end to Ryker and all the damage he’s caused. And like, bringing Arc’s goal full circle, with finally getting to avenge Seagate, except now there’s a new layer to it, because this also means protecting the Princess.

Also, like. I cannot even imagine the rage and anguish Ciara must’ve felt when she was desperately searching for Arc on the beach, but found Ryker instead. Like, I just can’t even imagine seemingly losing the love of your life, whom you didn’t even really get to experience “being” with because they didn’t really confess until that life or death moment, but now you’re coming face-to-face with the person that’s caused so much destruction and heartache. Like, the feeling she probably got from finally running Ryker through, but the victory is almost hollow because Arc is still gone.

Also! I love how things start out kinda light-hearted, but get slowly more intense by the end. The first scene really feels like Arc and Ciara being fresh out of knight school, and still having that confidence that comes along with winning most, if not alI (can’t really remember, it’s been a while since I rewatched the show) of the battles you’ve fought. And the two of them keeping track/competing over how many people they’ve taken out. SO THEM

And!!! The progression of the kisses was so real. Like,I know I kinda said this in the comments, but the first one being an accident, the second one being out of necessity, the third one being a “proper” kiss but not really a kiss, because, yeah, they’re both super into it, but it’s for a mission it clearly means nothing. And then. AND THEN!!!! Arc is ready to sacrifice himself, and he has this calmness about him despite knowing he’s about to die because this is just. It’s the only option, and he’s going to do what’s necessary because that’s really who they both are at their cores, but he just HAS to tell Ciara how he feels before he goes, and her just. Kissing him, the two of them kissing as if this might be the very last time. I’M AN INCOHERENT MESS ALL OVER AGAIN.

ALSO!! I know this fic is basically just Tiara Thief, but you perfectly captured Ciara’s other relationships in that final scene. (like wishing warwick was there with healing spells, or prudy to carry him, or sage to snark that he’s just taking his time waking up, etc etc. It was so perfectly reflective of her relationship with each of them.) Really, the TALENT that you possess like. Can you save some for the rest of us, thanks

And finally, I will reiterate that the final scene is PERFECT. Idk if it’s because childhood me was obsessed with the little mermaid alskdjf but Ciara getting Arc back and he wakes up and he’s alive!! And now they’ve finally confessed how they feel, and they’re exhausted from battle and all the emotions, but they’re together and the sun is rising and it’s all pink and pretty and AHHH!!! PERFECT MOMENT PERFECT MOMENT!!!

anyway. sorry this was long and rambley, but I really needed you to know these things. 💖

#asks #shona tag

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polarispost · 1 year

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First finished chapter!!

This is just me, posting stuff I write knowing no one will see it, so I have a digital diary of my accomplishments.

I have literally been writing this piece for like 2 years now, over a hundred random scenes out of order and none of them feel like complete chapters. BUT TODAY!!! I finished this one, and it genuinely feels finished. Never mind that it doesn’t take place until like 7/8 of the way through the story, it’s done!!! and I love it :)

Time

In the summer after her 8th year of school, Astoria had a lengthy discussion with a non-magical man that gave her a piece of information she had deemed interesting, but mostly useless, until this very moment struck her.

Dr. Martin Wang was a top-rated professor of some high-ranking science field Astoria couldn’t remember the name of if she tried. In short, he knew an awful lot about time and space from a physics perspective. And he had spent nearly 2 hours sharing this knowledge with her over an extended lunch in a nearly empty café in the country.

How exactly did this conversation come to happen? It was a much simpler build up than one would expect. Astoria and the professor had both frequented the café that summer as separate parties, and it was her innate and overbearing curiosity that led her to ask, after 2 weeks of regular occurrences, what the professor’s ever-present pile of papers and books he leafed through each lunch were about.

“What are you studying?” She spoke clearly, just loud enough to carry across the empty café to the man marking notes on a thick stack of paper while stirring his coffee. He looked up unsurprised, as if he had been waiting for her to finally ask.

“Not exactly studying, more correcting the work of those who are studying, but um- topic wise it’s mainly physics, quite a few branches of it.” She nodded, waiting for him to elaborate further, but it seemed he was gauging whether she had the interest and knowledge to follow the conversation he wanted to begin. He continued, still sticking with more general terms to further his investigation.

“I’m a professor of physics and cosmology at the University just north of here. I teach a seminar every summer for some of the more advanced students, and I like to give an assignment where I have them propose to me a new and unlikely scientific theory. Any branch of science will do, but they must offer enough explanation and potential evidence to convince me it could be real. It’s nothing too serious, mainly just a fun way to get their argumentative work kickstarted, but some of the theories they come up with can be interesting.” The professor certainly knew how to stroke her curiosity, and she was arrogant enough about her knowledge in science to assume she could follow along with any discussion he may lead to. She spurred him on,

“Come across any entertaining ones yet? I’d love to hear about them.” She maintained steady eye contact as he studied her for just a moment before nodding to the empty seat across from him. She grabbed her cold class of sweet earl grey and moved across the café to his booth to sit opposite the aged man. He sorted through the pile of papers to his right before pulling two packets she assumed were ones he found the most interesting.

“This one here wasn’t bad, it proposed that people who have developed hyperesthesia are actually more evolutionarily advanced than regular people and are more likely to produce children with higher rates of sensory processing.” Ah. Alright. He’s decided to test her, see how well she can really follow his train. It was still mostly simplistic, but he threw in some words and concepts the average person would likely need explained. She did not. In fact, she would prove as much.

“Interesting in general I guess but seems a bit low-hanging. I mean how many superhero stories center around a character with enhanced senses? That’s essentially all its saying, people with better sensory processing are inherently more powerful than the rest. I feel like that’s sort of obvious.” The professor smirked in a way that nearly reminded her of someone she refused to think about, but it was purely to indicate she had passed his test. A match of wits, at least enough for him to speak without mental restraints the way he normally would when considering his audience. He extended his right hand across the table to her in greeting and she shook it with strong politeness.

“Martin Wang.”

“Astoria Stryker.”

“Are you a student Miss Stryker?”

“I am, but I attend a small private institute quite a ways from here. The years are a bit skewed from regular schools, so we attend from age 10 to age 20. I’ll be done in 2 years.” Astoria was trying to be vague to avoid questions, but she also knew he’d likely ask questions anyways. She was gathering they were alike in that way, always questioning, searching for new knowledge to gain.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of a school set up like that, mind sharing a name?” He sipped his coffee and awaited his answer. She figured she could just tell him, as he wouldn’t be able to find any information on it anyways.

“Stellavinea. It’s a private boarding academy. They teach general topics in the first few years and allow choice specialized classes in later years.” Again, just enough detail to answer the question while keeping the full picture out of reach.

“Well Miss Stryker,” He pulled out another packet of paper from the pile he searched earlier, “I’m not sure what kind of ‘specialized classes’ you take at this academy, but I think it’s safe to assume you have above general knowledge and interest in the sciences.” He passed the packet he had grabbed to her. “Tell me what you think about that one.”

Astoria scanned over the essay and the professor’s notes written into the margins. It was certainly a bold claim, but one that piqued her interest more than she expected. It proposed a relation between ghosts and an existing theory on time. Once she finished reading enough to understand, she looked back up to the professor to state her opinion.

“I enjoy this one. I can see how it’s sort of ‘out there’. It’s not based on fact on either side, just speculation and a growing theory, but it still somehow seems entirely plausible.” The professor nodded along. “If I’m honest though, I don’t know much about this time theory they mentioned, I assume it’s relatively obscure, is it something you’ve gone over in class?”

He half smiled and set his tea down to prepare for his explanation. “It’s what I sometimes refer to as a ‘half theory’. As we know, time is entirely imaginary, it was made up by people to essentially make more sense of their lives. It’s just numbers and concepts applied to patterns and vague happenings.

“This theory, specifically, is called the ‘Florsi Claim’. It took the knowledge we have that time is not linear, and more fluid, and ran with it. In general terms, it states that as opposed to events happening sequentially, as a linear time design would bring, everything that has ever, is ever, and will ever happen is actually occurring all at once. There is no before or after, or even a now. Its why time travel has never been possible; there is no forward or backward to travel to. Everything is just one and none.” His passion for teaching seeped out the more he spoke, hands gesturing, expressions jumping. Astoria was drawn in, and she had about one million questions she wanted him to answer.

“Wouldn’t that make time travel easier though? You’re basically erasing the ‘travel’ part. If every event is overlapped, why is it impossible to go to a different one? Why can’t I see people from 100 years go, or 100 years from now, walking down the street if they’re supposedly not in a separate time at all?” Professor Wang smiled at her questions and nodded again, pleased by her attentiveness and astute curiosity.

“That part is where the Florsi Claim starts to get a bit wobbly, but that’s why I liked the proposal I had you read so much. It argues the issue is really with people, and our incredibly low rate of perception. There are microscopic creatures with sensory intakes more than double our own. Common shrimp hold over 4x the amount of color receptors than we do, jellyfish survive without brains, octopi can regrow a limb in just a few months. Humans, while perceived as the most mentally complex on our planet, are far from it. We just hold a superiority complex that animals do not.

“It wouldn’t be surprising if our lack of connection to the events happening around us are simply do to a miswiring in our cells that hasn’t been connected yet. But I suppose it could. And wouldn’t it be incredible if it did?” He looked at her with absolute amusement, and she smiled in thoughtful agreement. Wang once again lifted his cup to finish off his tea, and as he placed it back down, stated something that had her first genuine smile since she left school leaving instantly.

“I suppose if any of us were close to that point though, it would be one of you incredible wizards.” He smirked at her, knowingly, but she was about a quarter of a second away from setting the entire building on fire. As if he could sense his own impending doom, he sped to assure her. “You needn’t worry Miss Stryker. My wife is a professor at Stellavinea, she heads the Astronomy department. She keeps me updated on all the ‘magical gossip’ and news, and I keep her updated on nonmagical happenings. I do know about you, but I assure you, I’m no threat.”

The professor seemed aware that his words had convinced her to stay for the moment, but did nothing to erase the spike of fear she was now consumed by.

“I can’t imagine how scared you must feel all the time, Miss Stryker. The terrible events that have plagued your life thus far are nothing short of vile, and I wish deeply you were not so well acquainted with pain.” His sincerity was palpable, but all she could offer was a small stiff nod before rising from her seat and walking out the door of the café, never to see the professor again.

She hadn’t thought about that meeting since it happened, but now, as she soaked her hands into the thick blood puddling around Castor’s head, she was disturbed to find it was all she could think about. Perhaps it was a sign. The conversation had been purely theoretical, but with the person she cared about more than anything growing colder by the second, she was exactly crazy enough to try it. Consequences be damned, she would bring Castor back.

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nicofiliac · 3 years

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I loved you.

Pairing : draco x fem!reader.

Summary : you have been dating the Slytherin Prince from the past 8 months, until you find out his true motive to date you.

Notes : Angst, self doubt, cussing

A/n : hey lovelies 💘 Another imagine for y’all.

You were utterly and completely in love with Draco Lucius Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince himself. His personality always seemed to intrigue you and when you started dating him, the more you got to know him, the more you fell in love.

Draco was the type of guy every passing girl fawned over, mainly because of his attractive looks, I mean the guy was a real hottie. People despised him due to his cocky, oh so mighty attitude but you saw the real him, a fragile broken boy beneath the tough demeanor. With you, he got to be himself, he was no longer the guy who people especially his father expected him to be.

But after what you saw, what you heard not just an hour ago made you numb. You no longer could accept the fact that you knew the Slytherin Prince, let alone date him for the past 8 months. You were truly shattered and you could no longer differentiate between what was true and what was just a mere illusion. You were just another one of his conquests. You were a bet.

You were in a bitter mood today. Your day had ended with a horrible potions lesson with Snape. I mean that guy is practically devil incarnate, i swear to merlin. You decided that a stroll near the black lake would help you calm your nerves since you didn’t have anything else to do. Draco was at quidditch practice or so you thought. On your way to the black lake, you heard some shuffling in a nearby aclove. Shrugging it of, thinking it was peeves, you were about to start walking, but the sound of an oh so familiar voice that you had grown accustomed to in the past few months stopped you dead in your tracks. It was Draco. What surprised you was the fact that he wasn’t alone. You heard another voice, a female’s voice to be precise.

You walked near the aclove to hear better. “It’s over Draco, she told you she loves you... You can finally leave her and we can be together again. 8 months is a long time Dray, I miss you.” “Astoria but-” “No, no but’s Draco, the bet was clear, get her to fall in love with you and leave her. There was nothing in it about you treating her as if you really love her now was it?” “No I know..” You didn’t hear the rest of it because you were walking as fast as you could, away from the person that saw you as a conquest, your feelings nothing but a mere game to him. You couldn’t believe it. A part of you hoped that he might actually say he loved you back but no, he agreed that it was all a deal and that he was supposed to leave you high and dry.

Your feet carried you to the black lake, where you slumped down near a tree, letting your emotions get the best of you. Is this what they mean when they say love hurts? Is it that these days emotions are just a display for one’s amusement, that once they get bored of can be picked up and be thrown away like trash, like they don’t have any worth?

You don’t know how long you had been sitting there but it was freezing cold now and the sky had a tinge of orange and was becoming a hue of blue. You wiped your puffy, red eyes and sat there, looking at the lake, breathing silent breaths and letting a tear fall occasionally.

You soon took a deep breath and left for your common room, having no appetite left. On your way back, you saw a glimpse of blonde hair, but that only motivated you to walk faster. Once you reached your dorm, you set your stuff down and ran into the shower to take a steamed bath. Nothing turns to be better at times like these than a shower. As soon as the hot water began to pour, you couldn’t help but start crying again. Why is it that you were chosen for this? Why was it that your happiness was a joke, that you weren’t feared enough or valued enough to not be made into a bet? Were you that easy to manipulate, to make a fool of? Your mind was racing with millions of questions until a knock on your door snapped you out of your trance. “Love, are you ok?” Worry laced his voice and a surge of anger passed through your veins. “I know you are in there can you please open up? I didn’t see you at dinner so I brought you a little something. Can you please come out?” You sighed. You had no energy left in you to protest or drive him away. You stepped out of the shower and got dressed in a tank top and grey sweats. You tied a towel to your we hair and came out.

“Hey baby... wait, w-were you crying? Y/n what’s wrong, who do I need to hex?” He stood up, his voice becoming firm and angry with every word. “Drop the act Draco, you are free to leave me alone, I want nothing to do with you anymore and I don’t blame you, I should have seen this coming, afterall I’m a pushover ain’t I? You cringed at how your voice sounded, so meek and fragile. A sad smile tainted your lips and you could feel the urge to cry yet again. Ugh what was it with you and crying today you cursed yourself internally.

“What? Why would you say that y/n? I lov-” “Don’t. Don’t say it when it’s all just an act Draco. Those three words might not mean anything to you but for me they mean a big deal.” This time, you could feel yourself getting angrier with every passing second. A pang of hurt passed through Draco’s chest, guilt dawning upon him. You knew, you found out about the bet, and he didn’t know how to mend things, to tell you that it was no longer a bet to him. “Y-you know? Merlin y/n it’s-” “Not what it looks like? right? that’s what you were going to say right? Oh common Malfoy, I thought you were better than this. How could you? and why me? What the fuck did I do to be treated like this huh? Draco, you ass, I fucking love- no I loved you and you, you sick creature, I was just a joke? huh, a toy? Why would you do that?!” You screamed as loud as you could not caring if anyone heard you. He flinched at the tone of your voice. Never in these 8 months had you looked so vulnerable, so broken, so desperate, and it was all because of him. A tear escaped his eye. He couldn’t bear to see you like this. “Oh no, no no no, you don’t get to feel bad, you can’t play the victim here when I was just a ploy to you, you understand, you-”

Before you could ramble any longer, he hugged you. You tried to push him away but his hold on you was too strong. “I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. Merlin, no, I can’t bear to hurt you, see you like this y/n. I’m sorry my love.” Sobs wrecked your body when you heard those words. It was too overwhelming, it felt too real, too loving. “Why?” That’s all you could choke out. He pulled away from you and cupped your face with his hands. “I won’t deny that at first it was a bet, a bet to prove that I can make anyone fall in love with me.” He took in a sharp breath when he said this. “But falling in love was not a ploy, it wasn’t a joke. Y/n, I fell in love with you way before you did. Love, you were my warmth, you were my joy, my love. And I don’t care about the bet because I love you. A part of me is glad I agreed because it led me to you, I found love because of you y/n, and I’m so fucking sorry it led to this. Please give me another chance because Salazar knows I can’t live without you. Please, forgive me I-” Now it was your chance to cut him off with a kiss. It was filled with passion, anger, shock but most importantly the love you held for the broken boy in front of you.

Yes, he did hurt you but Merlin, you weren’t so daft as to let your one true love walk away, to leave behind one of the best things of your life. It would take some time to trust him completely but you know you could overcome this little snag in the road. Afterall you were his, and he was yours.

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seriouslysnape · 3 years

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Shattered

Draco Malfoy x Astoria Malfoy x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of cheating.

Request: Hi, I was one of the many who requested a one shot.So I wrote that I'd like for you to write an angsty one shot with Draco, Astoria and reader. I heard this sound: So she gets the flowers right? And I got excuses, I got used and shattered." And it stuck with me still 🙈 You can make the end happy or sad. However you like.Thank you 😍💚 @perfect-storm95

A/N: Well, well, well. This has made me hate Draco for the remainder of the day. Also, I’m gonna throw a little twist into this.

Word Count: 3,714

“All you have to do is say yes.”

It took a respectable amount of control to ignore the lurch in your stomach when he put his arm around her shoulder. It took even more restraint to avoid the heat in your throat when he laughed at something that she had spoken. And it took absolutely everything in you to ignore the way your heart ached when he kissed her the way he had once kissed you.

It had been a wild evening for sure, to say the very least. What was supposed to be a lighthearted night full of making fond memories and even more fun, you quickly discovered that you’d be having to face a part of your past that you had yet to come to terms with.

It had been almost three years since the last time you had seen Draco Malfoy. It had been three years since the last straw had been drawn and you left his home in hurt tears. Three years since you had walked out of his life, making a silent vow to never see him again, even if it meant going out of your way to do so.

You never thought you’d reunite quite like this.

Luna Lovegood had always been a dear friend of yours, despite the fact that she was a year younger than you. Her kindness and eccentric nature had appealed to you in the best of ways. The bubbly Ravenclaw girl had blossomed into a wonderful woman, and it overjoyed you to see her beginning this new chapter.

Her wedding was exactly how you had imagined it. It was far from traditional, but it was stunning nonetheless. Luna was a radiant bride, and you were beyond happy for her. Your good mood, however, tanked when you saw the blonde headed man at the reception afterwards. Even though it had been a few years, Draco still looked as he did the night you left him.

It was a real punch in the gut to see him there, and you were almost convinced that someone had spiked your drink. You were sure that you were dreaming, or that he was just a weird figment of your imagination.

He was still tall and lean, and you couldn’t help but allow your eyes to follow the chiseled line of his jaw. He was wearing his nicest, favorite suit that still fit his frame perfectly. His voice was still serious and assertive, and his tone was still as it had always been. Make no mistake, it was still the same Draco Malfoy.

To make matters worse, it hurt like hell to see his arm wrapped around the very woman that caused your breakup.

You wouldn’t deny that there was bad blood between yourself and Draco. Things had ended on a rotten note and things were never discussed, so it was only natural that there was unspoken tension.

Now, you were sulking at the table just behind theirs, not even interested in the engaging conversation happening around you between friends of yours that you hadn’t seen in quite some time. You just couldn’t seem to look away. It was like if you looked away and then looked back, he wouldn’t be there anymore. However, your silly belief was dismantled when his gaze suddenly caught yours. Yep, he was definitely real and sitting right in front of you.

Because you knew those piercing gray eyes anywhere.

You half expected him to pay you no mind and look away as if he hadn’t seen you at all, maybe even ignore your presence completely. But no, his glance locked with yours for a solid few seconds. Minds racing, hands shaking, hearts beating.

You were actually the first to look away, attempting to shift your attention as if you hadn’t just seen the only man you ever loved after so much time had passed. Even if you had been listening to what was being said around you, you were sure you wouldn’t have been able to hear a thing due to the thump of your heart in your ears.

A deep blush had tinted Draco’s pale cheeks, and he had yet to look away. Your mind trailed to the woman who was obviously his date, and it was someone you REALLY had hoped you’d never see again.

Astoria Greengrass was a beautiful woman. She was someone that you couldn’t help but compare yourself to. All the way from her voluminous hair to her impeccably pedicured toes. You had always thought of her to be the model of a picture perfect woman. But you never once thought that she was supposed to be competition for you.

It was a moment that would be permanently burned into your brain. No matter how hard you tried to forget (even going as far to use a spell on yourself) it still made its way back to you. It was a sickening sight, walking into your shared home with your boyfriend of 6 years to find him in bed with someone that had been under your nose the entire time.

It was a massive blow to your pride, trust, and your heart. Draco had pleaded with and begged you to forgive him and to let it go. In between your screams and cries, he promised that things could work out and that things could be the way they were before.

You had magic for a reason, and he could easily obliviate all three of you and no one would ever know. But he knew how dishonest that would be. And you hated dishonesty.

Astoria had ducked out of the house just when your fight was getting started, which was good for her because you were sure you would’ve done something you might regret later. You and Draco had fought for hours. So long that your throats had gone raw from all the yelling and your eyes were almost puffed shut from all the tears. You had told him it was over in a burst of anger and hurt, and left him alone in your bedroom almost falling to pieces.

And that was the last time you had seen Draco Malfoy.

His presence hadn’t totally disappeared from your life. His name popped up in conversations from time to time, and you’d often stumble upon pictures of the two of you during happier times. But what you had not realized until seeing him again was that he had not once left the safety of your heart.

You were still in love with Draco Malfoy.

Your experience at Luna’s wedding had taken a full turn, and now you found yourself incredibly uncomfortable. You shouldn’t have been so surprised that he was there. Luna and Rolf had invited just about anyone they had ever been in contact with. Still, it was throwing you for a loop that Draco was sitting right in front of you.

It was the beautiful, gentle music that began to play overhead that finally snapped you out of your daze. Along with Luna and her newly wed husband, a few couples had broken away from their designated tables to slow dance on the dance floor of the reception. It didn’t take long for the floor to be crowded with people.

As hard as you tried, you couldn’t fight the urge to let your eyes flicker back to Draco. It was almost like an instinct. It was a natural behavioral thing that was still as sharp as ever.

He wasn’t looking at you anymore, but his eyes were fixed on Astoria, who he had guided up from her seat and taken by the hand. A hot boiling sensation was building up in your gut at the sight of him leading her to the floor as well, holding her close and swaying with her to the comfort of the music. It wasn’t long before you were out on the floor as well, being spun around carefully by Blaise Zabini, whom you had been friends with throughout your years at Hogwarts. But your attention was far from Blaise.

Jealousy ran rampant through your core as you watched the way Draco’s hand rested on the small of Astoria’s back, his fingertips dancing across her. He looked down slightly into her dazzling eyes, a smile appearing on his face that was nothing short of lovestruck.

He had once danced with you like that. He had once held you like that. He had once looked at you like that. Granted, the situation usually involved the two of you alone in your living room under nothing but candlelight and music from one of your favorite shared records. But those were the moments that had always stuck with you.

The times where nothing else mattered but being together. The moments where the two of you felt like the only people in the world. When loving each other unconditionally was the only thing you ever wanted to do. Perhaps that was the hardest part of it all. The fact that you never knew where things went wrong. Your perfect relationship had crashed and burned unexpectedly with little explanations to why Draco decided that suddenly you weren’t enough.

Draco caught you staring for the second time, his focus visibly moving from the woman that was currently in his arms. He had this look of uncertainty in his expression, but as if he had already made his mind up. Before you could process anything that was happening, Draco broke away from Astoria, and he was standing next to you and Blaise.

“Mind if I take [Y/N] from you, Blaise?” Draco smiled radiantly at his old friend.

Your stomach hit your shoes seemingly. Blaise smirked, still as coy as always.

“Only if I can have a dance with your lady.” He grinned.

Draco chuckled lowly, allowing Blaise to take Astoria for a while. Despite everyone maneuvering around you, you felt like you were standing alone with Draco. You could only look at him, words failing to form. His hand trembled faintly as he held it out to you.

“Care to dance?” He offered.

Your head was screaming no, but your heart was screaming yes. You weren’t sure if this was a good idea or not, considering you weren’t sure what this was all about. But as always, your heart’s desires won out.

“Sure.” You replied meekly.

A million fireworks exploded through you when his hand touched yours, pulling you in to him. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, his hands resting on your back the way they had with Astoria. He stroked your skin through the material of your dress, as lovingly as he had all the times before.

You were equal parts frustrated and desperate. Frustrated with yourself for still longing for him and missing him after all this time. Desperate for things to be the way they were before.

“You look wonderful.” He spoke quietly, careful not to disturb the peace of the atmosphere.

Oh, his voice. It was still deep and husky, but full of thought. It sent shivers down your spine that you hoped he couldn’t feel with his hand resting there.

“So do you.” You responded, wishing your heart would slow just long enough to get a hold of yourself.

He continued to hold you flush to him, taking in the scent of that same perfume you always wore. It flooded him with memories and remembrance.

Truth be told, you knew all along that you couldn’t get away with never seeing Draco again. Even if you hadn’t been together for quite some time, your circle was just too close to successfully dodge him forever. But this was not at all how you thought it would go.

If you were being completely honest, you thought you’d casually run into him in Diagon Alley or somewhere that you went often. You always imagined that you’d spot him from across the room and be filled with such a rage that you’d be too angry to speak to him or would explode into a huge fight scene. You’d storm out without ever trying to make real contact with him, and you’d try your hardest to go back to living as normally as possible. This was far from what you had ever dreamed of.

And you weren’t as angry as you always thought you’d be. Admittedly, there was still a pit of fury from the fact of his infidelity. But there was another feeling that seemed to wash that pit out completely. You weren’t angry at all really.

You were sad.

“How have you been?” He asked, stepping in sync with you to the music.

“Staying busy with work. How about you?”

You were a little shocked when he didn’t burst into rambles about everything you had missed out on in the last few years. Instead, he only shrugged as if he wasn’t too impressed with himself.

“I’ve been good. Mother and Father still ask about you.” He answered.

A quick glimmer of joy beamed on your face. Draco’s heart leapt with thrill.

“Do they? Oh, how are they, Dray?” You asked with eagerness to hear about his parents well-being, not even realizing the use of his nickname.

His heart swelled.

“They’re the same as always.” He replied.

You nodded briefly, changing the subject.

“That’s good,” You prompted, only continuing once nothing else was said; “It’s been a while.”

“It has. I’m happy you’re doing well.” Draco answered.

You had been trying to ignore it, but the cold metal of his ring was prevalent through your dress, and it told you everything you needed to know.

“So, you’re married now, huh?” You wondered aloud.

The blush returned to his cheeks, and he sucked in a breath.

“Yeah. Almost a year now,” He confirmed; “You?”

A flush of embarrassment and dread flooded your body. You didn’t want to have to tell him that you hadn’t moved on when he clearly had. It wasn’t that you hadn’t tried to meet and find someone new. A few boyfriends had come and gone since Draco, and while they were all great, none of them had captured your heart. Even if it had felt like it at times, the world didn’t stop spinning the night you left Draco Malfoy, so you knew there was someone else out there.

You just wished they’d come sooner rather than later.

“No, not yet. I suppose that I haven’t found the one yet.” You said in a way that was unintentionally hurtful, but still left a sting in both yours and Draco’s chest.

It felt like a lie to say that. You had convinced yourself that Draco was “the one” long ago. From time to time, you still thought that. Draco himself would confess that he had felt the same way about you. Spending forever with you was all he had ever wanted. Getting married, having kids, and falling more and more in love everyday.

He’d never forgive himself for messing all of that up.

Silence grew between the two of you. Something that never would’ve happened if the two of you were still together. You and Draco had never run out of things to talk about.

You remembered all the nights that he made love to you until neither of you could hold yourselves up. How could you forget the way he cherished every part of you as if it were crafted by the highest hand?

You recalled the way you craved his touch and how he could have you in a puddly, whining mess underneath his hands within mere seconds. You missed his touch. You missed all those times.

You missed him.

Now here you were. Like two total strangers who knew everything about each other. It was heartbreaking.

“I think about you. A lot.” Draco abruptly professed, his voice even quieter on the off chance that Astoria and Blaise might come back waltzing by.

Something you could only describe as pure shock blindsided you. You certainly weren’t expecting THAT at all. As much as you wanted to fling yourself at him, you knew this was wrong. Your head shook, feeling as if it weighed like a ton of bricks.

“Stop.” You meant to say as a stern instruction, but it came out more as a pleading whisper.

He chuckled at himself incredulously, not acknowledging your beg.

“It’s the truth,” He remarked; “You know, I thought that marrying Astoria would fix me. I thought it was going to fill the piece of my life that was missing.”

Your head was still rocketing off flight responses. Every neuron howling at you to stop listening. To ignore. To get over it. To forget. But you wouldn’t.

You couldn’t.

“But I was wrong. I was so wrong. It took me far too long to realize that you’re the only thing that could ever fill that missing piece. You complete that picture,” He explained; “You complete me.”

It was near impossible not to listen to what he was saying. If your heart were beating any harder then it would surely explode. Your eyes were shining with tears that you had been holding back for far too long.

“Draco, I...” You trailed off, your voice quivering.

“Shh. Don’t cry, my pretty girl,” He hushed; “I can leave her, you know. Astoria will never be what you were. I know it, and she knows it. She’ll never say that though.”

It seemed that you were growing more stunned with each word that fell from his lips. He was offering to leave his wife for you. He was more than willing to just drop everything for you. It was a lot to consider...but you weren’t exactly leaping at his invitation.

“We can start over. Just you and me. We can be everything we were before,” He said, leaning in to where his lips were just barely brushing your ear; “All you have to do is say yes.”

It was a hell of a tempting offer. You had a chance to go back to him, to make up for all the time that you lost. You could make more of those amazing memories that you held so close to you.

You could have a life with Draco once again.

As much as you wanted to cave and give him everything you possibly could, there was something that was stopping you from giving in to him. Because even though you had this chance, you knew that it would never be like it was before.

“I can’t.” You hushed out.

You could feel Draco’s heart sink. Now tears were brimming his own eyes, blearing his vision and causing a lump in his throat.

“Please, darling...” He begged; “Why not?”

You shook your head again, holding your breath to stop your own tears from falling down your cheeks. It was killing you to do this, but you knew it was the right thing.

No matter how bad it hurt.

“Because you and I both know it won’t be like it was before. No matter how many times we try to start over,” You told him; “You broke my trust. You broke my heart, Draco. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive you for what you did.”

Determination and desperation flashed over his features.

“It was a mistake. A horrible, stupid mistake that I know for a fact that I never would’ve let happen again if you had stayed.” He pleaded.

You swallowed hard, forcing a sob back down.

“And if I had stayed, I’d never be able to go a day without wondering if that’s actually true.” You recanted.

Draco was shattered. He felt like he had been broken into millions of tiny bits that were thrown across the world.

Now he truly knew how you had felt since you left him.

“[Y/N], I-“ He went to say but was cut off.

“I’m sorry, Draco.” You apologized, eyeing Astoria and Blaise beginning to dance their way over to the two of you.

A single tear slipped from Draco’s left eye, the tear rolling down all the way to his jaw. The fate he had feared the most had just come true.

He had just lost his forever. And there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

All he could do was make sure he bared the rest of his heart to the woman he loved the most.

“I love you.” Draco proclaimed.

One of your hands came to cup his face, his head lulling in your soft touch.

“I love you, Draco.”

Before anything else could be said, Astoria and Blaise were at your side. She looked at Draco and back to you, you weren’t sure what it was, but she almost looked as if she knew everything that had just been said.

Without another word, you and Draco stopped dancing. Your arms fell from around him and his hold loosened so you could step away. Astoria’s hand rested on Draco’s shoulder as if to usher him away, but his hands were still holding yours.

His icy eyes looked into yours, as if to silently ask you once more if you would come with him. The look in your eyes told him that your mind was made up. You backed away from him, his fingertips only falling from yours once you were far enough away that he physically couldn’t reach you anymore.

Astoria whisked him away once you were out of their space. Both of you feeling much more empty than before. The rest of the night was much quieter for you. You kept to yourself, feeling as if you had been gutted completely.

And that was the last time you saw Draco Malfoy.

Your first wish of never wanting to see him again came true after that night. You never saw or heard from him again. You constantly found yourself wondering how things turned out for him. You wondered if he stayed with Astoria. You wondered if they had kids. You wondered if they spent forever together.

You wondered if they did all the things that you and Draco were supposed to do.

Your heart never fully moved on from Draco. And his never moved on from you. It was a reality you were never able to come to terms with, but there was one truth that you became all too familiar with.

Sometimes there just are no happy endings.

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47. Stupid Teenage crush

Prompt used- Touching their elbow to get their attention | ANGST | HURT COMFORT | IRL- based

To be 17 and to be in love, harry was no exception.

Harry saw it in his eyes, he really did.. but was he wrong. Was he so absolutely wrong...

They met in July again after years, last year. It wasn't such a special meet or something he could tell his kids about, it was just a simple meet with only a question being asked while they were doing potions homework. Harry was sat in the library doing his homework when he got stuck and desperately needed help and there he was, sitting in his black suit on the end of the table, scratching down his own work. Harry had asked for help in his notes, and without hesitation draco gave him his notebook and asked harry to return it to him whenever he wanted, as Long as it was before potions class. Harry had never thought of Draco differently until that moment he decided to help. Like a gentlemen, harry hurried the work and decided to hand draco his notebook before next potions lesson and so he did, that's when they hit it off when Draco tried to make a small conversation and it resulted into a long conversation on parchment in the classroom barely paying attention to the class.

From little conversations they went to long conversations to dropping draco off at the end of the day to his dorms and only then harry would walk away, smiling to himself. He didn't admit it to himself that he was slowly falling for draco until that very night harry was sitting on the floor talking with Ron and Hermione. It was like a random switch when Ron and Hermione shared a sweet simple kiss that it occurred to harry, he'd like to do it too, only the one he wanted to do it with was draco. It was journey from then, harry would wait to meet draco before class, would desperately make arrangements so he sat next to draco without dropping hints, walk back with him showing affection in his ways is teasing only because they were alone, hit him playfully, go to hogsmeade with him, eat with him, talk with him for Long hours after quidditch practices . Everything was brilliantly perfect for harry.

Draco looked at him the way only someone who liked you did, he locked eyes with across the room like no one else did, made him walk entire grounds off just so he didn't had to walk off to the dorms early and to spend more time with harry, draco never talked with anyone the way he did with harry, never was playful but with harry, he gave harry the smile only preserved for him. Everything between them was simply their own little secret and Harry felt wrecked. He felt warmth spread inside him everytime he saw draco. He felt, loved, happy when he was with him, something he thought he'd lost feeling of after the war but draco became something to quickly to Harry that he couldn't help anything but admire draco, even if he tried so hard not to. Harry spent his days daydreaming about being with draco, somewhere knowing that maybe draco too liked him.

He was relentlessly falling without caution until it was too late and harry experienced his first little heartbreak when he noticed the slight ways draco would flirt with Astoria. It only happened every once in a while, so harry didn't expect a lot but when one day because of being sick harry took a day off, he was next day met with draco's stories of walking back with Astoria, going to hogsmeade and eating with her. It bubbled little jealousy inside of him but harry had no right to be jealous, why did he ? He didn't love draco, did he? It was stupid crush, right ? A crush everyone have when they're 17, that'll die out soon ?

Harry should have been happy for him when he first heard draco admit he liked Astoria, he should've been happy for him and all he did gave him smile but he didn't walk back with him. He couldn't, he was too busy pushing his heart into the cage of no feelings for him but heart had to be one bratty little thing to fight back equally hard and harry remained all but cautiously falling, again I'm failed attempts to not fall.

Then the news came, Astoria dating Blaise, who had left school by now to associate his mother in business. Harry became relieved, only he was little more cautious to not let his heart be played but a man is only but a fool with none soldier to protect his heart when the blow hits. When they expanded their little circle, theo coming into their little circle, harry loved him too. He never had a friend like theo who hated the same things as his own, loved the same things as his own. It was easy to just blend into with theo but harry should've known better about the little hidden plans, the classes they took together that harry didn't with them. But theo knew, theo saw right through harry and remained committed to not only have harry have the opportunity when it came but also talk with harry about his little day dreams. But theo came with Astoria and when Astoria happened, harry said only but " I'm over draco, I don't like him" and that must've been his biggest mistake, Lying to himself and theo.

Days turned to weeks, into a month of final examinations, graduation coming nearer. Harry hadn't met draco or theo apart from little crossings in the library. But heart broken once should have known,

" hey, harry, can I ask you something ?" Theo asked as he pulled towards the corner one day In the library

" sure, go ahead " harry grinned as he shrugged

" I was hoping you won't get mad or anything because I know it would be wrong on my part, but just so you know, I am still your friend and if it makes you uncomfortable we won't do anything" theo babbled

" what's the matter theo ?" Harry frowned, worried for theo.

" d- harry- draco asked me out on a date after exams " theo swallowed.

Harry's face relaxed as he felt himself falling backward, only he wasn't. His heart sinked, his stomach felt funny and his toes curled. Harry gulped as he realised theo was waiting for some response.

" and I'm fine with it theo. It's really considerate of you to ask me but I've told you before theo, I'm over draco. He's a gone crush. I never even liked him that much you know. I stopped liking him after Astoria. I mean, really " harry chuckled softly as he smoothly lied .

Theo sighed in relief " thank god because I like him too but I just didn't want to hurt you because you know, you liked him. You're sure though, right ?"

" of course theo, of course " harry patted his shoulder " listen I gotta go, Hermione would kill me if I didn't study. See you around and definitely tell me about that date later, yeah " and harry rapidly walked off waving a goodbye with a smile until he turned around and his heart fell out of his chest. Harry thought and thought, thought hard as why couldn't he just simply get over draco. He hadn't seen him a month, Barely talked with him, he should not have felt saddened by the little revelation, he should've been happy for draco, he should have been. But he wasn't, he couldn't even after he so desperately tried.

It wasn't until the graduation day that harry saw draco finally. He was dressed in his characteristic dark green robes with a Slytherin bachelor hat, his degrees in his hands. Smiling he approached draco, almost touching his elbow to get his attention when he finally saw who was coming towards him and harry all but felt sickened again.

In his moments of weakness, harry never even realised when had he actually grabbed draco's elbow until Draco turned around with a sharp distracted smile

" harry " draco exclaimed happily

" h- hi , happy graduation " harry swallowed, fighting his breaking heart into pulling a smile.

" happy graduation to you too. You did great by the way. I'm so proud of you " draco grinned as he patted Harry's shoulder. Harry looked at his hand over his shoulder, wanting to touch it just so he could hold his hand but he didn't..

He wasn't Harry's.

Proudly harry pulled a better smile and savagely replied " bet you thought you'd be better than me "

Draco chuckled " never harry, you're Always the best "

And yet you're with him, not me.

Harry crackled a smile as theo too joined in and best pretended not to be completely heart broken by seeing the two being together.

That day harry understood if he ever understood anything, all wounds may heal but some wounds leaves scar and if too, somedays they may even sting but you gotta live through pain, because perhaps that was love.

I really want to write a part 2 to this. This one really had me thinking until the right inspiration hit, and here's something based of real life. Happy reading..

Requests open

Day 46- old habits | Day 48- because, it's you and me

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𝒜𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊

Draco Malfoy x reader

MASTERLIST☁️

Warnings: self doubt and I think that’s pretty much it

Note: this is 3.7k+ words. Also if you have any feedback let me know as I’m always trying to improve!¡ also h/n means house name also ngl im kinda proud of this 🖐😌✨

Summary: Draco unexpectedly breaks up with y/n and moves on with his life and now dates Astoria Greengrass but y/n still wants an explanation to why he suddenly dumped her leaving her heart broken but do things ever go back to what they were?

He was slipping out of my hands. I was losing him. I was losing myself. I was losing everything I had ever wanted.

My love for a certain platinum blonde haired boy was unconditional. His voice was delicate and soothing and was certainly music to my ears. His touch made me melt into his beautiful pale and creamy skin while he would caress me tightly but all of it was gone. Everything I had ever wished for was crumbling before me.

Draco Malfoy was no longer with me. After all we had been through it felt like nothing was no longer worth it and it hurt me to see him walking through the corridors with Astoria Greengrass clutching onto him. She was always with him, clinging onto his arm, feeding him in the great hall and now she even had access to his dorm. He promised me no one else would take my spot but at this point I assumed it was all a lie.

—

“You know what? I’m not even mad he ended things with you because he doesn’t deserve you y/n,” mentioned Hermione while you looked across the great hall towards Draco who had Greengrass sat beside him giggling .Me and Hermione had become best friends since our arrival at Hogwarts and she had always stuck by me through thick and thin. Our friendship was an unbreakable bond and i had always shared my thoughts and feelings to her and trusted her more than anyone else.

“Surely I wasn’t deserving enough for him-,” you whispered softly as you played with the plate of ravioli in front of you,piercing thousands of holes into it every now and then.

—

When he left me, he gave no explanation for the sudden breakup. Everything just shattered and I had remembered pleading him while tugging on his arm for clarification while drops of tears streamed down my face. He couldn’t face me, he couldn’t even muster the courage to look into my eyes and tell me he no longer loved me. He harshly moved away from my grasp and walked away leaving me all alone at the top of the astronomy tower. What seemed to hurt me the most was how he confessed his love for me after the Yule ball had ended and now he had dumped me in the same exact spot . Was I not good enough for him? Was he deserving of someone else? I wanted him badly to come running back to me telling me it was a joke of some sort. I wanted to wake up and pretend everything that had happened was just a nightmare but it was real. He was really gone.

—

The next day after lunch I made my way to my favourite tree. I would normally

sit by it and read the muggle stories I owned or just catch up on some work. I held precious memories here. I remember the first time me and Draco actually spoke to one another it was under the same exact tree only except after a few days I would read him stories like Alice in Wonderland or Jekyll and Hyde which he would thoroughly enjoy by sitting in one of the trees branches while munching onto an apple listening to the words that would come out of my mouth. He never really understood my thirst for reading muggle books. When I had first read them to him he was acting as if it was some sort of crime but once the stories got into depth he eased a bit and understood why I adored reading and it was all because I could get lost into my own imagination.

When I had reached the tree I couldn’t seem to believe my eyes. Under the tree laid Astoria’s head on Draco’s lap as he hesitantly stroked her hair almost looking a bit uncomfortable. I felt my eyes starting to well up and my vision instantly turned blurry. A pain in my chest made it seem as if my heart had been torn into millions of pieces. I stood there slightly trembling and took a step back. To my surprise my foot crunched under a pile of twigs and branches disturbing the two as Draco and his girlfriend looked up at me. He pushed Greengrass of him and scrambled up as if he were about to say something but Astoria tugged on his arm while glaring at me darkly and I decided to run back to my dorm. He really had replaced me.

—

“You should talk to him,” explained Hermione.I had told her everything from the way he made me feel and how uneasy I would feel whenever Astoria would be beside him. “If I’m being honest he really did downgrade,” added Ron while he took a bite out of his sandwich.

“I-i can’t, I just know he’ll try to avoid me,” i mumbled.

“You really think that? Weren’t you the one who said that he pushed Greengrass off him when he saw you?” Mentioned Harry sarcastically as he put the daily prophet down.

“But that doesn’t mean he wants to talk to me, I bet he doesn’t even care about my existence,” I groaned while i glanced at all three of them while Harry had a smug expression painted across his face.”let’s test that theory shall we?” .You knew he had some type of plan.

“Malfoy, theres a letter that’s addressed to you,” spoke Crabbe as he took the letter between the beautiful white owl’s beak. Draco snatched the letter out of his hand and opened it:

Malfoy,

Meet me at the astronomy tower tonight at 12. This is extremely important, it’s about y/l/n. Her life is in danger.

Harry,

Draco read the letter, while his thoughts circled his head.His two minions, Crabbe and Goyle, tried peering over him to take a look at what was written.His heart started beating at a quicker pace and he was worried sick about you.He hastily shoved the letter back into it’s envelope.”What does it say Malfoy?” Asked Goyle curiously.

“It’s none of your business,” he snapped back.He didn’t want to put you into any type of danger because he still cared. He couldn’t bear seeing you hurt because he still loved you. However not everything was what it seemed.

—

“Harry I don’t want to start any trouble-,” I muttered before getting cut off.

“Come on y/n, tonight we’ll find out if he’s still in love with you,” interrupted Ron.

Hermione placed her hand on mine, almost as if she was trying to reassure me that everything would be okay. Harry’s owl came swooping through the gryffindor common rooms half open window as Hedwig plopped himself onto his owners shoulder while Harry stroked its feathers.

“He’s got the letter, now we just have to see if he turns up,” explained Harry as he looked at me flashing me a confident smile. I returned one back but something inside me made my stomach churn. What if Draco didn’t turn up. What if he didn’t really care about me and what if he was happy with Astoria. I had so many questions.

The clock striked twelve, and I cautiously made my way to the astronomy tower making sure no one saw me out of bed after curfew. I was still in my h/n uniform shivering as I had left my robe in the common room. Once I got there I gazed at the stars hoping that Draco would come. I still wanted him to care for me, to love me but as time ticked by I stood there reconsidering everything. I had made a fool out of myself by showing up, I should have known better. He had moved on and I should have too. I was about to leave when I heard a familiar voice. “What are you doing here?” Questioned Draco. I had turned around to see him although he was a few metres away from me. I couldn’t quite make out his expressions. “I thought I was here to meet Potter not you,” he snarled. If I was being honest his words cut me deep leaving a wound that wouldn’t ever be healed. He really seemed as if he didn’t want to see me but I still had hope.

He turned around and almost started walking away but I had stopped him. “ if you didn’t care about me you wouldn’t have showed up,” my voice slightly broke towards the end. Ever so slowly I had made my way towards him hesitantly placing my hand on his shoulder. He glanced back at me not fully turning but his expression seemed to ease down a bit. “ Draco, I know it was wrong but I just wanted to talk-,” I felt my eyes tearing up but I quickly wiped them away.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he answered back.

“Yes there is, why did you dump me? Do you realise how much it hurts to see you and Greengrass in the hallways! do you realise what you put me thr-,” I started to raise my voice while I vented at him before he cut me off.

“What I put you through?! I had no choice y/n. Don’t you think it didn’t hurt me when I left you?!” He had never spoken to me like that before.

“I just want my answers Draco, why? Why did you do this? Why did you end ‘us’?,” I whispered as I tried fighting back my tears but I couldn’t. He turned around now facing me completely. He seemed nervous as if he didn’t know how to break the news to me but he knew he had to, he knew he couldn’t keep me in the dark like that.

“Because... because I’m marrying Astoria,”

I covered my mouth with my hand trying to muffle my cries that tried to escape, stumbling backwards from him. He had never seen me so devastated and it really showed. I could tell he wanted to comfort me but he couldn’t. It would have been wrong.

My sobs started to get worse and Draco had noticed. “Y/n I need you to calm down.. please,”. The tone in his voice was soft like butter and I couldn’t help but listen to him. Hesitantly I pulled him in for a tight hug I could tell from his body language that he didn’t expect me to do that. He didn’t hug me back although it felt like his hand was hovering against my back almost as if he wanted to but couldn’t. I pulled away from him patting my tears dry while I shivered in the cold. I could have sworn that the tension in the air could have been cut with a knife. The next thing I knew, Draco took of his slytherin robe and covered me with it to stop me from shaking. “ I thought maybe you would need it,” he stammered. I crossed my arms looking down at the ground.

“Why are you marrying her?” I questioned while I furrowed my brows together.

“It isn’t my choice y/n, my father wants me to marry her because she’s a pureblood,” he responded while he looked at you with blurry eyes. You knew that his parents wouldn’t have ever approved of you, well mostly Lucius. He had despised you since the day you walked into the Malfoy Manor after finding out you were a mudblood.

“You should have told me, we could have worked this out, we could have done som-,”

“THERES NOTHING WE CAN DO ABOUT IT!” He sneered as he quickly scuttled away leaving me alone at the top of the tower.

The winter break was here and you were returning home for the holidays.

Every night since my return at home i couldn’t help but think about him. I started to become restless and i wished for the holidays to come to an end quickly so that I could see him again but what was the point? He was happy with Astoria and I would eventually move on from him sooner or later but I still had faith.

When the Winter breaks had ended we were returned back to Hogwarts.

I remember when I had reached my dorm I started unpacking all my luggage when I found Draco’s robe inside my suitcase. I clutched onto it tightly while running my hand over the soft fabric inhaling his sweet scent that consisted of citrus and mint. Everything felt wrong. I had to give his robe back to him although he would have bought a new one but I still had to. I no longer meant anything to him.

—

The first class of the new semester was defense against the dark arts which was taught by Umbridge. Everyone seemed to loathe her apart from a bunch of kids who became a part of her clan. Unsuprisingly Malfoy was one of them.

I couldn’t help but stare across the room at him. He was just so beautiful. His prominent, sharp jawline could have easily cut whoever’s fingers glided across it and his magnificent blonde hair had grown a tiny bit compared to last year. I had sat there just admiring him from a distance when he seemed to notice when he had turned around to talk to Goyle. Our eyes had met until I pulled away quickly. I couldn’t do that to him since everything was over but I still yearned for him.

—

“I’m so sorry y/n, we didn’t expect Malfoy to react like that,” explained Hermione when you had told the trio everything that had happened before the winter break.

“I can’t believe he’s marrying her, out of all people he chooses Greengrass,” muttered Ron while he took a sip out of his cup.

“It’s not his choice Ron,” I mumbled under my breath just loud enough for him to hear .

“Are you going to give him his robe back?” Questioned Harry while he glanced at me with a weak smile.

“I suppose so, it doesn’t belong to me anymore,” I sighed while letting a shaky breathe out.

I could see from across the great hall, that he was staring at me until I had noticed. He quickly shifted his attention to Astoria while she rested her head on his shoulder. She was starting to infuriate me.

—

We were going to Hogsmeade today and unfortunately Harry couldn’t come because he couldn’t get permission to go on the trip or I could have hung out with him there. “Harry I’ll get you something from there,” I mentioned kindly with a small smile across my face. He simply nodded with a small smile and then left.

I thought it would be best if I left Ron and Hermione alone since I didn’t want to be the 3rd wheel besides I wanted to explore Hogsmeade alone and get all the heavy feelings of my chest and for once be carefree.

Once I had finished exploring all of Hogsmeade I decided to go to Honydukes to buy some candy for Harry since I knew he absolutely loved lemon Sherbets and well I had promised him I would bring him something back.

I went into the shop searching around for lemon sherbets and looking at the different types of candies in the glass jars until I saw Draco. Obviously he was with Astoria. My heart did a quick jump in my chest and I just froze. “What is she doing here?” Groaned Astoria. Draco just stared at me and then looked towards the ground. I could feel my hands starting to become clammy and a few drops of tears spilled down my face. “I see you EVERYWHERE, don’t you realise that things have ended between you and Draco? He’s MINE not YOURS,” sneered Greengrass. I quickly sprinted my way out of the shop while Draco was going to run after me but she had pulled him back from doing so.

—

The next day in the great hall, I hid my head in my hands silently wheeping trying not to cause a commotion while Hermione rubbed my back in circles. “You should have stuck with us,” spoke Hermione while Ron nodded along agreeing with her.

“If i were there I-“ Harry started but got cut off when Hermione silently shook her head slowly, almost telling him to stop rambling on.”i-i need to go.. I’ll be back,” I stuttered.

I went to my dorm and grabbed Draco’s old robe and hurried back into the great hall. I was striding towards him furiously while everyones attention was drawn on me. The next thing I knew Astoria and him both looked at me astonished as I threw his robe in his face.”thought this belonged to you,” i whispered while my voice cracked and off I stormed back to my dorm.

I could hear everyone in the great hall talking about the commotion I had just caused while I ran through the corridoors.

—

The next day was a ordinary Monday, Draco had promised to meet Astoria at lunch and then they would supposedly spend some time together. Lunch was intimidating for me. The buzz about all the drama that had happened yesterday was still news to everyone. People gave me sly looks from across the hall and others were concerned or confused.

Draco would give me small glances then look away just in case I saw. In my heart I still felt as if he wanted me but I wasn’t so sure. It had been a long period of time and it felt as if the 2 were starting to become closer than ever.

—

After lunch Astoria and Draco were walking the hogwarts grounds. She practically forced him to drape his robe around her. Greengrass was very touchy and there were moments that made him uncomfortable and he would slightly move out of her grasp.

“I don’t understand why y/l/n always has to come between us,” she muttered. Draco stopped walking and looked her in the eye.

“I don’t understand why you hate her so much, what has she ever done to you?” He snarled. Certainly Astoria never expected Draco to ever defend you like that, after all what were you to him?

“Draco, what are you saying?” She questioned while her cheeks turned a tint of red in embarrassment. He took a few steps towards her until the gap between them closed. He seemed agitated while he clenched his fists tightly.

“I’ve never wanted to marry you,” he snapped. Astorias heart started beating rapidly at this point he was scaring her.”Its never been you, it’s always been her,” he sneered as he snatched his cloak away from her body leaving her shivering in the snow.

—

I was at the top of the astronomy tower, lunch had just finished but since it was still winter season the sky has turned dark in the evening. I looked up at the sky admiring the beautiful colours above. This was my favourite spot to relax. A place for me to escape all of my worries and concerns. Everything that had been happening felt like a nightmare that wouldn’t stop haunting me. If I was being honest I had wished that Draco would be beside me, vibing into the moment like we use to but all of that was gone. I started to shiver slightly as I was only in my uniform and I had again left my robe inside thinking that I would be in all day. Turns out I was wrong after all.

Suddenly someone covered me with their robe. It smelt familiar, like mint and citrus fruit and it’s aroma was sweet with a hint of bitterness. “Thought this belonged to you,” uttered the voice softly under its breath. I slowly turned around to face the person when I saw Draco stood behind me.

To my surprise he gave me tight hug lifting me off the ground since he’s way taller than I am. The hug was different. He didn’t seem to hesitate and it seemed confident like he thoroughly wanted to. He held me there almost cradling me until I slightly wriggled out of his grasp. “Malfoy What is wrong with y-,”. He immediately went in for a kiss. It wasn’t anything extra just a peck on the lips until I pulled away from him. “Draco we can’t do this,” I spoke while my cheeks blushed.

“why can’t we?,” he asked while he pulled me back moving me closer towards him. He was acting totally weird as if he suddenly forgot that he was going to be marrying Astoria. “I think you’ve forgot that your marrying Greengrass,” I sighed after letting a deep breathe out. He seemed to loosen his grip and that managed to create a one metre distance between the two of us. He scratched the back of his head while I crossed my arms trying to avoid eye contact.

“Yeah um.. about that, I don’t want to marry her,” he spoke.

“What do you mean?” I asked hastily.

“Look I know after all that we’ve been through it was wrong for me to leave you like that with any sort of explanation and i just want you to know I’m- im sorry. I don’t care what my father has to say about the two of us. it’s never been her... it’s always been you,” he confessed. I stared into his beautiful eyes and I could tell he really meant what he said. The same Draco Malfoy has apologised for everything he had done and he was even ready to fight against his own father. On my tiptoes I caressed his alluring face with both of my hands as I pulled him down a bit until our lips grazed against each other. The next thing I knew his lips were on mine while one of my hands found their way to his head, softly tugging on the bottom of his platinum blonde hair while his arm slithered across my waist pulling me closer to him till no space was left between us. Pulling away panting slightly I smiled widely. Everything had gone back to what it was and I couldn’t have been more elated. “It’s always been you,” he whispered.

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bchanslvr · 3 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞

pairing - Draco X Harry, and Draco/Astoria will be mentioned

summary - Just some after the war Drarry with some angst and fluff.

warnings - none :)

words - 2, 568

side-note - The beginning might seem a bit boring but I swear the further you read the more interesting it gets :>

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It was yet another boring day at work in the ministry. Harry was the head Auror along with his assistant Jade. She was helpful and helped Harry a lot. Even outside of work. So much so that most people thought they were dating. But they always responded with ' He's like a brother to me ' or ' She has a boyfriend ' whenever they asked them about it.

On the other side of him was Draco Malfoy. The head of the bank ministry. After the war, he had married Astoria and found himself a decent job to support them. Harry had dated Ginny for a while after the war till they broke up because they knew that the chemistry they had before wasn't working.

Harry and Draco would see each other almost every Fridays or Saturdays. Fridays were for work and or meetings. As Saturdays were for catching up or getting tea. And in the weekdays (excluding Friday) a quick nod or a smile, or a simple 'Good Morning' was always visible between the two.

The Golden Trio and the Bronze Trio had made up after the war and were good friends now. But only Hermione and Ron knew about Harry's silly crush on Malfoy. And they’d tease him about it all the time.

He was devastated when he found out that Draco had married Astoria and planned on starting a family with her soon.

Many people thought that Harry would marry Ginny and have children with her but due to certain circumstances that didn’t work out.

Harry tried so hard to move on but he was helpless. He tried dating others to keep his mind away from Malfoy but he couldn’t. Because every time he was reminded of soft blonde hair, crystal grey eyes, expensive cologne, and snarky comments. And it was especially difficult to keep these emotions when they met up almost every day.

Speaking of meeting up, today was a Saturday which means he'd get to hang out with Draco.

Harry was in his room in Grimmauld place getting ready for a nice evening at a nearby cafe with Draco.

It was the middle of summer meaning it was very hot in London. Harry was wearing a white button-up t-shirt underneath a plain dark navy blue jumper with beige pants, white socks, and checkered Vans shoes. After he left his house and was halfway there, he realized it was actually quite windy today despite the scorching sun blazing down on the streets. ‘Maybe I should have brought a jacket’ he thought as he crossed the street to the cafe,

The thought immediately disappearing once he found Draco sitting there in one of the corners drinking coffee. He made his way over to Draco and sat on the opposite of him.

Draco was wearing a dark blue shirt, tucked into some black jeans with black dress shoes, and he looked extremely hot just sitting there and sipping his coffee looking around like he had no care in the world. Harry tried his best to not blush when he saw Draco starting him discreetly as if he was trying to see what’s underneath-

Clearing his throat Harry said “Good Evening Draco”

“Good evening to you too Harry“ Draco replied as he looked out the window as if he was embarrassed.

‘Why is today so awkward?‘ Harry asked himself.

‘Is maybe today the day I should ask him?..., Who am I kidding he’s married... and I think even if he’s wasn’t he wouldn't like me that way, plus I think he doesn’t even like guys and-‘

He was shook away from his thoughts as a waitress pulled up next to him to ask his order. Harry ordered a medium hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, to reduce the amount of coffee he usually drinks at work.

After she left, Harry took another minute to stare at the man in front of him only to realize he was already being stared at.

A light tint of pink almost barely visible was spreading on Draco’s cheeks as he was caught in the act. A light blush also appearing on Harry’s cheeks as he realized that Draco was staring at him.

Not wanting to accept speechlessness or defeat Draco asked "So... um, How are you, Harry?"

‘Wow Draco, so smooth‘ He told himself as he waited for Harry’s answer.

"Ummm, ya I’m good, h-how is everything going on with you?" Harry strutted as he blushed more.

"Pretty good. My team is working on a somewhat difficult project but they’re doing a good job and Astoria's job is also going great"

"Oh..." said Harry sipping his chocolate trying not to sound as if his heart didn’t break from the inside.

"Are you okay Harry?” Draco asked, concerned slightly at how Harry suddenly became quiet.

"Yeah I'm fine...," Harry lied.

Another minute of silence passed as both took sips out of their drinks and occasionally stopped to look at each other for a brief second without letting the other know.

It was too awkward for Draco to handle so as a distraction from the silence Draco asked “So, umm, h-have you found a boyfriend or a girlfriend yet?”

"No, not yet..." replied Harry.

Harry was openly bi seeing nothing wrong with hiding it. And let’s just say Draco and Cedric might have been his bi awakening in his school years.

Almost everyone he knew were dating. Ron and Hermione, Pansy and Blaise, Ginny and Luna, Dean and Seamus, Jade and Zach, and lastly Draco and Astoria...

He was the only single one(seeming to never be consistent with keeping a partner because they always reminded him of Draco).

Everyone would always ask Harry if he had anyone in mind because they hated seeing Harry being lonely while everyone had a significant other. But he’d always reply with a no. But the truth is, he did have someone in mind but they already had someone.

"You should find someone Harry...," said Draco feeling sympathy for the man in front of him.

"Yes, I know..."

There was a long silence once more but it wasn’t like earlier when it was awkward. It was sort of comforting, yet kind of lonely.

"I think I should leave...," called Harry as he began to rise from his seat

"No don't!"

Draco held out his hand to Harry, to keep him there. They both blushed at the sudden contact.

"Okay... So, how is everything going on with umm... Astoria?" asked Harry trying to change the subject.

"Great. She's very kind and understanding."

"Oh...," Harry tried to hold back a tear as he thought about how Draco was already happy with someone else.

‘You know what. Fuck it.‘ thought Harry.

‘If now isn’t the time to ask him then there is no other‘

"D-Draco c-could you come with me somewhere?" Harry asked keeping his head down in case he got rejected.

"Okay," Draco replied as curiosity got the best of him.

It seemed like the right thing to say because Harry’s face lit up with a small smile.

Harry practically almost begged(not really) the waitress to come collect their drinks and for them to pay so they could get out of the shop sooner.

Once sorting out that mess, Harry dragged Draco out of the shop.

“So, where are we going?”

“Well, that’s a surprise. Follow me!“ said Harry and he started running without a warning making Draco follow him to wherever he was taking him.

Draco followed Harry through alleys, shops, doors, tunnels, almost all the way to the other side of the village.

‘How in Merlin is he still so energetic and fast,‘ Draco wondered as he ran and ran, following behind Harry.

Draco was getting tired, and so was Harry as he started slowing down near the end of their run.

Draco closed his eyes for a second to catch his breathing and when he opened them back up, Harry was standing there, right in front of him.

“Well?“

Harry simply just smiled before taking Draco’s hands with his own and intertwining them.

Draco inhaled sharply, Harry’s hands were so soft and warm. They were like a warm blanket that could protect you from all the horrors of the world as long as you're with them.

Harry was swinging their hands slightly as he walked them both through a small opening near a wall.

“We’re almost there,“ said Harry. Draco jumped slightly at Harry’s voice. He had been so caught up with holding Harry’s hands, that he nearly forgot they were going somewhere.

They stepped through the opening and-

Draco gasped loudly, shock written on his entire face.

A huge green meadow was flowing through his feet, it filled with all kinds of flowers, and fireflies dancing about. The sky now dark with ink, shining brightly of crystals, the moon electing an ethereal glow down onto the lands. A small tree-house was visible among the distance of the hundreds of trees littering the area as a barrier. This place looked like an area from a fantasy book. So mesmerizing, yet so unreal.

"It’s a really pretty place isn't it Draco?" asked Harry as he started up at the sky watching the stars flicker.

"Yes, it really is," Draco said in awe.

“How did you find this place?,“ questioned Draco as he continued to look around.

Harry laughed a small bitter laugh before saying something that broke Draco’s heart, “Sirius, my godfather, he showed this place, before you know...”

“He said this was a place that he used to hangout lot with my father and Remus, and Peter...,“ Harry’s eyes were now glazed, looking at the sky as if his parents and godfather would just magically appear before his eyes and tell him that everything was not real and that they were actually there.

Draco saw as Harry deep breath before closing his eyes and opening them back again to look at him with a look of pure love and admiration making Draco heart ache.

He squeezed Harry’s hands softly before asking him, "Why did you bring me here? Not that I’m complaining,” Draco chuckled “I feel honored to be here”

"Umm... Well... I wanted to tell y-you something...," strutted Harry, suddenly feeling nervous.

"Well what is it?," Draco asked.

He turned around to face Harry who's face was red and looking at the ground as if he was a small child, cowering in fear. Concerned he lifted Harry's chin so he was looking at him. Draco couldn't help but stare at those gorgeous green eyes he’s dreamed about, the green in his eyes looking like little galaxies. Harry stared right back at the sparkling grey ones, the grey eyes he’s seen so many times. They didn't know how but their faces were mere inches away from each other when they snapped back into reality.

Harry took a deep breath before building up some courage to say, "Draco... I-I like you..."

"Y-you like me?..." asked Draco, shock once more written on his face. He questioned internally if he was hearing this correctly or if this was his imagination.

"Yes, you. I’ve liked you a lot ever since third year. I can't keep my feelings for you hidden anymore Draco. It killed me when I found out you married Astoria. I tried to keep my mind away from you by dating others but I couldn't because they could never be like you. I’ll understand if you don’t like me or don’t want to be my friend anymore. I have to express my feelings for you now, or it’s never."

"Oh, Harry... I-I like you too, ever since we met,” now it was Harry’s turn to be shocked. ‘Draco’s joking, right? He doesn’t really love me right? right?,’ Harry questioned.

“I'm really sorry Harry, I never meant to hurt you. I’ve liked you a lot Harry, so much! And I know I never really expressed any of it during the war or school you know... I’m really sorry Harry! I really am and I never even wanted to marry Astoria! Yes, she’s really amazing and all a pure-blood man could ask for but... I want you. The only reason I married her was because my father forced me to so we can continue the bloodline. We only pretend to like each other Harry, and we’ve never even touched each other other than the kiss at the wedding at some kisses here and there for paparazzi. "

"Your lying! I know you are! You’d never like me!”

“S-she's prettier than me, and she’s so much more kinder and nicer than me, and s-she’s... I’m nothing like her and-

"Shut up Harry! You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are! Your eyes look like emeralds, so fucking beautiful and mesmerizing. You're so kind and nice to everyone. You've saved so many people! Hell, you sacrificed yourself for the whole wizarding world! YOU defeated the dark lord Harry! You... You even gave me a second chance..."

Harry blushed at the compliment given by Draco. They were still staring at each other their faces almost pressing. Draco was looking down. Harry couldn't stand Draco like this.

One of his favorite things about Draco is how he can take care of himself without needing other people’s help. He knew that if he was Draco’s boyfriend, he didn’t have to take care of anything. He was tired of taking care of others, he wanted others to take care of him. And here he was Draco, who would do that for him. Take care of him, love him, and treat him like an equal human being instead of Harry Potter. He knew that Draco liked him because of his personality and not for who he was. That’s why he loved him so much.

He lifted up Draco’s chin and kissed him, full on the lips. Draco was shocked but kissed him back. He’s been waiting for this moment for so long, he wasn’t going to end it here. Not ever.

His hands traveled down Harry's back down to his waist holding him there not letting him go anywhere for the last time. Harry's hands were on Draco's neck and his hair holding him. Draco was his and his only from now on.

It was nothing like the kisses they had with Ginny or Astoria. It could never compare. This wasn’t just any kiss, it was the kiss.

There wasn’t any sympathy or pity or pain, no. It was filled with pure love, adoration, and passion for one another. He didn’t want to change any of this, and it wasn’t ever going to.

They pulled apart for air, their foreheads resting on one another, eyes closed in bliss and contentment. They looked into each others eyes and smiled. A true smile, no sneers, no smirks, a true genuine smile.

Tears were running down Harry's face. He had finally gotten the Happy Ending he wanted.

They shared a brief kiss before they sat down on the grass, Harry's head on Draco's lap staring at the now fully sparkling, crystal sky. Draco stroked Harry's hair grinning from ear to ear. He was finally happy.

“Harry?“

“Yes?“

“Will you be my boyfriend?“ Draco asked as he looked down at those green eyes that had made him fall in love.

“Of course,“ Harry replied staring at his grey eyes that haunted him wherever he went.

"I love you Draco"

"I love you too Harry"

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Hello everyone! I hope your having a wonderful day or if your going to sleep then have a wonderful night! I was in the mood to write and I cooked this baby up and I don’t know how to feel about this. I haven’t written in a while so sorry if this is a little all over the place, and a little crappy. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this!

And now I’m going to tag two of my favorite people so they can criticize this:

@choke-me-pansy and @dearhogwarts

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thatsassyhufflepuff · 3 years

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Stronger Than Blood Chapter 31: Felicity

Summary: Hufflepuff witch Felicity Zabini struggles to find normalcy as she enters into her 6th year at Hogwarts, reeling from her father’s sudden death and her mother’s quick remarriage into the Zabini family. If only she had known that discovering Draco Malfoy falling apart in the bathroom would spiral into so much more.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: angst, fluff, cursing

Read chapter 1 here!

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“Lissie, come on, we have to move,” Blaise tugged on my arm. I snatched it away, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“No! Draco, stop!” I tried to run back to his side, but Blaise restrained me. “Let me go, Blaise! Draco!” I thrashed against my brother, desperate to reach my boyfriend-

“Felicity?”

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a timid, familiar voice. I whirled around, having trouble focusing on anything other than rubble and students sobbing. Blaise had gone to check on Theo, Hannah, and Astoria. After a moment I spotted the owner of the voice.

“Teddy?” I gaped at the sheepish boy who had soot all over his face. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing here?” I grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him to me in a hug. For once, the young Hufflepuff boy didn’t push me away, instead wrapping his arms around my waist and returning my hug.

“I had to make sure you were okay,” he said, stepping away from me. Tears filled my eyes; I wasn’t sure how I had any tears left, really.

“You silly boy,” I sniffed, shaking my head, trying to scold him. “Your parents must be worried sick! You should’ve gone home with the rest of the younger students. What if you had been discovered?”

Teddy rolled his eyes at me. “Why would I need to go home? You sounded just like my mum just then. Besides, no one saw me.”

“5 points from Hufflepuff for your cheek,” I said, then smiled at him. “But thank you. I’m so glad you’re okay. Now let’s get you home, yeah?”

I placed a hand on Teddy’s shoulder, steering him through the crowd as I searched for a familiar face.

“Miss Zabini, I see that you have survived.”

I stiffened immediately, turning around to face Narcissa Malfoy, who was a painful reminder of her son in that moment. I sucked in a lungful of air.

“Yes, well…” I gestured to Teddy. “I’m trying to get Teddy here home, so if you’d excuse me-”

“Felicity,” Her voice softened, which successfully stopped my babbling. “The war is over. You and Draco are free to choose each other. Please know that you have my blessing. I’ve already informed the Greengrasses—”

“Your son made his choice,” I said, cutting her off. “And he didn’t choose me. It’s a pity you turned down the Greengrass family. Astoria is a lovely girl.”

Teddy, I noted for the first time, was watching the exchange with a perplexed but amused smile on his face.

“Not a word,” I mouthed to him, which only made his smile widen.

“She is lovely,” Narcissa agreed, politely ignoring my interaction with my housemate. “But he doesn’t look at her the way he looks at you.”

I felt my cheeks flush despite myself, shooting Teddy a dirty look when he laughed silently behind his hand.

“It’s fascinating, you know.” The Malfoy matriarch continued. I tried not to grit my teeth at her.

“What’s fascinating?”

“The way Blaise and Draco are with you,” she answered. “They were raised in the exact same way, in the exact same circles, even with some of the same tutors.” Her blue eyes didn’t waver from mine. “Yet they both seem to have a weak spot for you. Why do you think that is?”

I shrugged, my hand tightening on Teddy’s shoulder. “I haven’t the foggiest.”

“It manifests itself in different ways, of course.” Narcissa went on. I closed my eyes briefly, trying not to snap at her to just go away.

“How’s that?”

The older witch smiled. “Blaise? The boy would die for you; that much is obvious. But my Draco…” She hesitated. “He would live for you, my dear. Remember that.”

I bit my tongue to stop myself from saying something I’d regret.

“Thank you for the sentiment,” I replied when I trusted myself to speak. “Teddy and I should get going…”

Narcissa waved a hand impatiently. “I can deliver him home safely. Our Floo is still in working condition at the Manor. Would that be alright with you?” She looked at Teddy, smiling warmly. Teddy looked up at me with uncertainty.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to bother you, Mrs. Malfoy.” I said weakly.

“It’s not a bother, dear,” Narcissa countered. “In fact, I insist. Your friends are probably waiting for you.”

I ran a hand through my hair that was damp with sweat, letting out a frustrated sigh. I squeezed Teddy’s shoulder, kneeling down so we were at eye-level.

“You’re safe to go with Mrs. Malfoy,” I told him, brushing soot off of the shoulders of his robes. “No acting up, do you understand? Your parents need you home in one piece.”

“Yes, Mum,” Teddy groused, though I could tell he was trying not to smile.

“Good. Now go,” I kissed his forehead, laughing when he sprang away from me, wiping his forehead with his sleeve.

I straightened, nodding at Narcissa. “Thank you.”

The other witch merely nodded before taking Teddy by the hand and Apparating away.

I exhaled shakily, scrubbing a hand over my face.

“She’s right, you know.” A voice said from behind me, a voice I hadn’t heard for quite a while but hoped I would never forget.

I turned around, then gasped.

“Sweet Merlin,” I breathed, my eyes filling with tears. “Dad?”

My breath caught as he stepped towards me, his familiar scent of pine and musk washing over me. I blinked.

“Are you real?” I whispered.

Dad laughed, his eyes warm as he touched my cheek with fingers that were indeed solid.

“Last I checked, I’m really dead, yes. But real nonetheless.”

I couldn’t keep the tears at bay when he said that. My father quickly pulled me into his arms, holding me close and stroking my hair the way he used to when I was a little girl.

“How are you here?” I choked out, still crying into his shoulder. “I’m not dead, am I?”

“No, sweetheart.” He squeezed my shoulders. “You’re not dead. But you’ve seen death, and can therefore see me.” Dad held me away from him, seeming to memorize my features. “I can’t believe how much you’ve grown.”

I gave him a weak smile. “I’m seventeen now, Dad. I’d be concerned if I looked the same as I did when I was 15 or 16.”

“Seventeen.” Dad shook his head, eyes shining with wonder. “Almost an adult in the States. Is there a boyfriend I need to worry about?”

I nearly choked on my own spit. “B-boyfriend?”

Dad winked. “For what it’s worth, I like that boy of yours. He seems...difficult at times, but he treats you like the treasure you are, and that’s all I could ask for as your father.” He brushed a knuckle down my cheek tenderly. “Give him a chance to explain, honey.”

I lowered my eyes to the ground. “I don’t want to talk about Draco,” I whispered, swiping at the tears that leaked out of my eyes. Then something occurred to me.

“Dad...you act as if you’ve...I dunno, met Draco before. But that’s impossible, right?” When he didn’t reply right away, I narrowed my eyes on him. “Right?”

“I know that look, Liss.” My father rubbed his temples, as if he was getting a headache from the great beyond. “Honey, please try not to assassinate him after a war just ended.”

I was so angry that I couldn’t speak, but then I heard my name again. Blaise, Hannah, and Theo were walking up to me; Only Hannah didn’t shrink back at the look of rage in my eyes, rushing into my arms and hugging me tightly.

“Thank Merlin you’re okay!” she pulled back to frown up at me. “For Godric’s sake, Fee, what’s got you so--” Then, she looked past me and gasped. “Mr. Cannon? Is that really you?”

My dad stepped forward and offered my best friend a small smile. “It’s good to see you again, Hannah. I’m...visiting, I guess you could say.”

Hannah’s wide blue eyes were full of questions, but I shook my head, shooting her a look that said I would tell her later.

“Which one of you is Blaise?” Dad asked, looking between Blaise and Theo curiously. Blaise’s dark eyes were wide. Theo looked only slightly less amused than usual as he gave my father a vaguely offended snort.

“I--I am, sir.” Blaise stammered. “Merlin’s beard, you’re…” He looked at me, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“Blaise, this is my dad,” I gestured between them. “Dad, this is Blaise Zabini, my stepbrother.”

“Your brother for all intents and purposes,” The Slytherin corrected, slinging a playful arm around my shoulders. I huffed and shrugged his arm off. When I caught Theo’s wounded expression, I rolled my eyes, a bit exasperated.

“And this is Theodore Nott, Dad. Theo, meet my father.”

“Wait until I tell Draco I met his girlfriend’s father before he did,” Theo replied with a snort, sticking out his hand for my father to shake. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.”

All of my anger returned, but before I could speak, my father stepped forward and shook Theo’s hand firmly. “Nice to meet you. And you, Blaise.” His eyes were particularly warm as they landed on my brother. “Thank you for looking after my daughter. It means more to me than you know.”

Blaise shuffled his feet uncomfortably but nodded.

“Actually, Theo,” I interjected, clenching my fists. “My father was just informing me that he’s already met Draco before. Funny how I’m not hearing that from my boyfriend himself. But none of you know anything about that, of course.”

Hannah gave my hand a comforting squeeze. “I’d never keep something like that from you, Fee.”

“First I’m hearing of it,” Theo agreed, which left Blaise, who suddenly looked even more uncomfortable than he had before. I glared at him.

“Tell me you didn’t know, Blaise.” I said through gritted teeth.

“Lissie--”

“Tell. Me. You. Didn’t. Know!”

“I…” His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his throat as he swallowed nervously. “I didn’t know?” I glared harder, which made him shrink back. “Bloody hell, witch, I knew, okay? Don’t hex me!”

Blood roared in my ears. “Not to worry, brother dear.” I gave him a saccharine smile. “I’ll be dealing with you after I hex the living daylights out of Draco Malfoy.”

***

It didn’t take long to find him. Students were loudly celebrating in the Great Hall, which is where I found the Malfoy family sitting, looking quite uncomfortable. Draco spotted me first, springing to his feet, rushing towards me.

“Fliss! Thank Merlin you’re okay, I--”

The look on his face was comical as I slapped him, but I hardly cared, and I certainly wasn’t laughing.

“How. Bloody. Dare. You!” I seethed, shoving him back with the flats of my hands. “You met my father and didn’t think to tell me?” I shoved him again. “And you go off on me for keeping secrets? When you meet my bloody father and don’t tell me about it?” I shoved him so hard he toppled to the ground, scrambling back on his hands and feet. “You, Draco Malfoy, are the biggest arsehole-”

Draco scrambled to his feet, holding up his hands placatingly. “Please, Fliss, I can explain-”

“Flipendo!”

Before I knew what was happening, I was on the ground, gasping.

“Bloody hell, Father!” Draco growled, helping me to my feet quickly. Lucius Malfoy sneered down at me.

“Apologies, son.” He said with a sniff. “I was simply preventing the mutt from assaulting you further.”

“Shall I turn my wand on you while you’re not a rotting piece of shit in Azkaban?” I snarled, reaching for my wand stored in a makeshift wand-sheath at my elbow, but Draco’s hand came down on my shoulder, holding me back.

“I would like to see you try, mutt.” Lucius sneered, reaching for his own wand, but Narcissa approached quickly, dragging him back, hissing something into his ear.

“Can we please not have this discussion here?” The Slytherin cupped my cheeks in the palms of his hands tentatively, wincing when I jerked my head away.

“Fine.” I took a breath. “You have five sodding minutes to explain yourself in a location of your choosing. The clock starts now.”

***

Draco was silent as he led me towards an empty classroom, and I wanted to laugh at the irony of it all. We were back to where we started, in a classroom at odds with one another yet again. I wondered if we would always be at odds somehow, if this was what our relationship was destined to become.

I watched as the Slytherin shut the door, surprised that he’d managed to find a classroom that was safe to sit in, what with the castle being in shambles. I folded my arms, waiting for him to speak.

“I…” he raked a hand through his hair, unable to look me in the eye. “I don’t suppose telling you I’m sorry would make a difference?” His gray eyes flickered to mine.

“Not right now it wouldn’t!” I scowled. “Honestly, Draco, are you dense?”

“I’d like to think that my intellect is quite superior-“ At my glare, he coughed and hurriedly added, “but that’s not the point. Obviously.”

“Unbelievable.” I threw up my hands, laughing incredulously. “You don’t even realize what you did wrong, do you?”

A muscle in Draco’s jaw jumped as he gritted his teeth. Silence from Draco Malfoy was an answer in and of itself, unfortunately.

“Draco,” My voice broke. I cleared my throat and began again. “Draco. You know how much my father’s death has affected me. How could you keep this from me? If I had been able to see him-“

“You wouldn’t have,” the Slytherin cut in. “He told me as much. By that point, you hadn’t seen death.”

My eyebrows lowered. “Just how long ago did you meet my father?”

He suddenly seemed to find the floor very interesting.

“When we visited the States.”

I felt like I’d been punched in the gut, all the air in my lungs leaving me at once. Tears began to spill down my cheeks as I stared up at him.

“How could you keep this from me?” I whispered. “All this time…”

My boyfriend took a tentative step towards me, holding his hands up placatingly. “Fliss, I was just trying to protect you!”

“Protect me?” I cried, taking a step towards him until we were practically nose to nose. “Damn you and your family’s protection, Draco Malfoy! Why in the bloody blazes would I need to be protected from seeing my own bloody father again? I don’t care if he’s a ghost, he’s him, and he’s there, and he hasn’t been for so long, Dray! Don’t you see?” A sob escaped my lips. “I would’ve even settled with seeing your memories of him! I’ve missed him so much, Draco, and you took the possibility of seeing him again, even through someone else’s eyes, away from me.”

The Slytherin’s face darkened with understanding, anguish marring his angular features. He reached out a hand to thumb my tears away, not looking surprised when I stepped away from him then.

“Felicity, I’m-“

Suddenly, the door swung open. I yelped and whirled around, my eyes widening when I saw that two large men held Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy with their hands behind their backs.

“Draco Malfoy, for crimes committed against the rightful Ministry and the Wizarding world, I have no choice but to arrest you as you await your trial. It is there that your fate will be decided. Wand above your head,” said a rather ragged but important looking man.

I watched with horror as Draco stepped away from me, his shoulders slumped, as if he’d known this was coming. He showed them empty hands.

“Potter has my wand.” He said curtly, stepping towards the man. I snapped out of my temporary shock, lunging forward.

“Stop! What is this, who are you?” I glared at the man who wrenched Draco’s hands behind his back, securing him next to his parents. Only then did he meet my eyes.

“Kingsley Shacklebolt, your new acting Minister of Magic...for the time being, anyway. And you are?”

“Felicity Zabini, sir, his girlfriend.”

Kingsley arched an eyebrow at that piece of information. “Are you a traitor as well, then?”

“What? No!” I clenched my fists. “Where are you taking him? What’s going to happen?”

The acting Minister of Magic leveled a serious look at me. “You heard the charges, did you not?” He countered. “These are crimes worthy of Azkaban, Miss Zabini. Do not expect Mr. Malfoy to go unpunished.” He turned to his men. “Let’s go.”

With a crack, all of them Apparated out of the room, leaving me trembling in their wake.

Chapter 32

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Par For The Curse - Issue 6

It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you.

I know, I know. Can you blame me though? It’s the end of summer, who wants to be stuck inside writing all day? Nobody, that’s who. I’ve got a quick one for you, and then I’ve ever so graciously allowed my dear coworker Mandy to take over part of my column to update you on some big quidditch news for the upcoming season, which, honestly, I only agreed to do because it qualifies as good gossip in my book and already has our entire newsroom buzzing.

Speaking of quidditch, can we really quickly discuss the announcement made earlier this week that the Rosier Fashion House will be designing the new uniforms for the Wimbourne Wasps? In what world does that even make sense? Ever since the prophet published that release we’ve been getting inundated with owls asking whether replica kits will be made for people to buy and while I personally don’t know why anybody would want to represent Wimbourne, I strongly suggest those owls be directed to their new owner, Draco Malfoy, so he can graciously answer all your lovely inquiries.

It does make sense as to why Veronica Rosier’s exclusive brooches were wasps though, quite clever. Update on those, by the way. Wasps 3-7 are spoken for as of now, with 8 - 10 rumored to be released within the next week.

I know we already did Rosier Ball news last issue, but I’ve gotten a few owls as of late mentioning that Astoria Greengrass and my sister, Padma Patil, were stuck in one of the lifts at St. Mungos shortly after the ball. So… malfunctioning lifts are not gossip worthy, people, but if any of the theories submitted with the lift gossip are real, then maybe there’s reason to talk.

One reader theorized that Padma trapped Astoria in the lift on purpose after it was revealed that she was dating Greg Goyle at the ball, and claimed that Padma had ‘called dibs on Goyle and wanted to make sure Astoria knew she had to back off.’ - Not bloody likely.

Reader number two noted that Astoria had gotten in the lift on the fourth floor of St. Mungos, which for those of you who don’t know, is where all Spell Damage is treated, which brings up the question… what is Astoria Greengrass’ damage?

I should note that I did ask my sister what happened in the lift and she said “the only thing people should be concerned about regarding the lifts at St. Mungos is why it took two hours to fix a single one of them. What if I’d had a patient in there with me on the way to an operating room? It could have been a matter of life and death. Absolutely unacceptable!” She did not verify whether Astoria was in the lift with her or not, just went on a rant about the hospital budget and how people needed to donate to worthy causes like healthcare and honestly, I tuned her out.

Anyways!

The end of summer is right around the corner, and everybody in Europe came out to celebrate at the End of Summer Music Fest last weekend at the beach. Not only was the lineup an amazing blend of wizarding bands and artists that are both exclusive to our world and who have crossed over into the muggle world, but the party in itself was one that people will be talking about for ages… if they can actually remember, that is.

There was more alcohol than anybody seemed to know what to do with, and if the way some people were acting, one would think it was the first time they’d even HAD a drink. I mean, I heard rumors most of them were laced with pixie dust and some stronger stuff, especially in the VIP tent, but again, no actual verification so I can’t say anything for sure.

What I can say for sure is that people were all sorts of fucked up, including myself. I saw my girl Pansy Parkinson crowd surfing, Astoria Greengrass up on stage with Smashmouth showing everybody who the REAL all star was, and even Cassius Warrington snapping his fingers and cutting a rug.

I know, kind of boring, right? We have SOME excitement from the music fest though.

Hermione Granger was seen disappearing into a tent with a large redhead… could Ron Weasley be back from his shag-a-thon?

Adrian Pucey with literally EVERY former Slytherin girl (HEY Evie & Millie!), and then some. I’m personally still waiting for something to happen with Nott, but I’m also not going to keep pushing for things when I don’t see any evidence of them actually happening.

Blaise Zabini & Millicent Bulstrode getting cozy in the front row of the Boyz II Men set, and reinvigorating rumors that their relationship is more official than it looks.

Evangeline Rosier and Theodore Nott disappearing into Theo’s tent… not sure what happened in there, but nobody saw them leave.

Luna Lovegood apparently lacing drinks with gnome saliva, not sure what the properties of that are, but it sounds kind of nasty to me, not gonna lie.

Marcus Flint was there and he was beautiful and that was all you really need to know about that.

I also heard talk that there were some overzealous vampires camping out in the tent area. I didn’t see any myself, but multiple people have told me that they witnessed a girl being carried from a known vampire tent, but there were no other reports as to who the vampires were.

We’ve got some ACTUAL gossip this week. Anybody dining at the Hag & Hat, Wizarding London’s most exclusive dining establishment, last Friday, was first hand witness to what looked like the recoupling of Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. I’m not sure if they’re officially back together, but they were definitely on a date. According to sources, Pansy looked exquisite in a deep red evening gown and a Toussaint diamond pendant, and Malfoy was dressed like a pallbearer as per usual. It was hinted that Malfoy gifted Pansy some kind of jewelry as well, but I don’t have any leads as to what that piece may have been.

Speaking of Malfoy though, this is where I sign off and tell you to stay tuned for Mandy Brocklehurst with news from the Quidditch World.

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The Goonies: Genre and Themes

As with every film, The Goonies is a hodgepodge of elements borrowed from different genres: a series of intertwined different sets of expectations that the audience is to expect payoff on.

Usually, a movie gains an audience by appealing to fans of its genre, or genres, since, as I mentioned, most films contain more than one. Typically, by appealing to these fans with a combination of appropriate star power, the name of a good director, and a use of genre brings in an audience, who is familiar with these elements, knows what to expect, and wants to see more of it. Genre is best used as a series of audience expectations that a filmmaker has to fulfill, rather than a series of tropes that have to be checked off in interesting ways to make a good action film, or western, or horror.

The reason for this is simple: one, if you want an audience, don’t confuse them, don’t bore them, and don’t disappoint them, and that means meeting their expectations, or subtly adjusting them along the way.

So…what were the expectations for The Goonies?

At first, it might seem easiest to say that it’s an adventure film.

Which, it is.

The story for The Goonies follows a group of kids avoiding dangerous criminals while searching for buried treasure, encountering booby traps, raging waterfalls, and skeletons galore. It very much strikes in atmosphere and surroundings an Indiana Jones-style feeling of adventure, bringing to mind the opening of Raiders of the Lost Ark. However, while the Indiana Jones films, while possessing a slight comedic slant in several scenes, including action ones, the stakes in those films are typically much higher than the Goondocks, and as a result, it overall takes itself more seriously.

The Goonies is not a film spent with the audience at the edge of their seat, biting their nails in terror that one of the kids is going to be killed, or even seriously hurt. At no point does the audience believe that Chunk’s hand is actually going to be subjected to the blender, nor do they think that Data’s fall will kill him, or that the floor collapsing from under Mouth is going to lead to his untimely, unceremonious demise. The stakes are there, certainly, and the characters clearly believe they are in danger (rightfully), but the audience never has a heart-in-throat moment of: this is it for them.

Which is odd, because our villains are armed with guns, and the floor does collapse, and our heroes are in danger. They believe it, to the point where Brand pulls Mikey out of the cave, away from the loot, because their lives are more important than the treasure. The group bursts into hysterics when they think Data has fallen to his death, and Brand and Mouth don’t exactly handle seeing a skeleton, a reminder of their own mortality, trapped under one of One-Eyed Willy’s booby traps. Characters are held at gunpoint, swordpoint, are pushed off of planks, and are nearly crushed by falling rocks, and while, for the sake of the story, they are terrified for their own lives, the audience never really feels the danger.

We feel the danger for their sakes, certainly, but in the end, the audience is actually more concerned with whether or not Mikey and Co. are going to get the treasure to save the Goondocks than whether or not they’ll survive, because we know that already. We know, based on the tone and style of the film, that they have to make it, and be alright in the end. The stakes of the goal are high to the characters and the audience: the money for the Goondocks, but the stakes for the story aren’t quite as severe, seemingly.

Part of that is due to, like I said, the tone, which I’ll get to in a minute. But the other portion to assisting the audience’s suspension of disbelief has to do with the themes of the film.

See, themes aren’t only for in-depth films that contemplate the meaning of life. Themes are present in every film we watch, whether it’s a theme of anti-authoritarianism (Escape from New York, They Live), success through perseverance (Rocky), or as simple as love (Casablanca) or good vs. evil (Star Wars). Even if it’s not intentional, every movie carries with it the inherited worldview of its creators and what matters to them, especially as it concerns this particular story. The same is true for The Goonies.

At the center of The Goonies is, of course, a basic struggle of good vs. evil, albeit in far less ‘epic’ terms: a group of kids trying to save their homes versus murderous criminals, and worse, businessmen trying to uproot their homes and separate them, leading to the real major theme of the movie: friendship.

The Goonies don’t want to leave Astoria because they’re so terribly fond of their own driveways. It’s because they’re fond of each other. As much as they squabble and tease each other and argue, they are friends, and they don’t want to be separated. In fact, their friendship and love for their home is so strong that, even when their lives are endangered, they stick together, even where there are opportunities to turn back.

But as important as the friendship between the Goonies is, it’s not the only friendship in the film that’s key to the story.

Chunk’s bonding with Sloth not only saves their lives, but also provides a happy ending for Sloth, too. By the end of the film, Sloth is practically a Goonie himself, and the rest of the group embraces him without a second thought. The group functions almost like a large family: they don’t always get along, (in fact, they often don’t) but in the end, what matters is that they care about each other, enough to face some pretty intense stuff.

Which is another good point.

While friendship and good vs. evil factor easily into a good adventure movie, what’s interesting to note is that while Indiana Jones or any other average adventure hero has to go with it: tons of courage, and usually some competency to go along. The Goonies unfortunately only have the former, which makes sense. The average age of the lot of them is thirteen.

Bravery isn’t exactly uncommon to see in adventure films: nobody wants to watch a cowardly hero in a straight adventure film. But for the average hero, they have skills that help along the way, strength, speed, wits, intelligence, a specialized set of abilities. The Goonies, on the other hand?

They’re kids. The oldest among them are still high-schoolers. Their skills are limited: Data’s inventions, Mikey’s leadership and optimism, Mouth’s ability to translate Spanish, and Chunk’s timing all come in handy throughout the film, but it never changes the fact that they’re kids against three adults who won’t think twice about killing children. This changes their ‘courage’ somewhat into either some insane levels of idealism, or determination at the cost (sometimes) of common sense. Mikey has to be convinced to escape from the collapsing cave instead of going back to get the treasure.

So what does that tell us?

It tells us that their goal means something to them, that they care immensely about it, and that it’s worth the danger. Are they scared? Of course. But in that friendship, in that goal to defeat the evil of the Fratellis and the rich families about to bulldoze their houses, they find the courage to keep moving, to reach that goal.

In the end, the Goonies never beat the Fratellis. They get away, sure, but it’s Sloth and the police who have far more to do with the actual ‘defeat of’ the main villains of the film. After the Goonies escape, the prize of the movie seems to be their lives, with the Fratellis being left behind with the treasure. You could argue this means that the Goonies aren’t very brave, seeing as they never had a final ‘battle’, or climax with the Fratellis, but it’s important to remember that the Fratellis aren’t really the antagonist of the Goonies. They’re antagonists, for sure, but they aren’t the person who is causing the problem in the first place, kicking off the adventure. That would be Mr. Perkins, the guy trying to get them out of the Goondocks. As a result, while the Fratellis are apprehended by third-party law enforcement, the Goonies get to ‘defeat’ Mr. Perkins themselves, by having enough money to save their homes.

Is it ‘final battle’ level of epic climax? No. But again, they’re thirteen years old, and with that in mind, then staying one step ahead of hardened criminals, escaping, and saving their home anyway (all against adults more competent and powerful than they are) is plenty brave enough for me.

Both villains in this story have one thing in common: Greed. Greed has always been a pretty common theme in stories, and that extends to moviemaking too: The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, Wall Street, and Citizen Kane are films held in high regard that revolve around greed, and what it does to people. Other films like It’s a Wonderful Life take an even firmer, more obvious stance, pitting its protagonist against a cruel, greedy antagonist with no redeeming qualities. In short, we as audience members have a pretty good idea of what greediness looks like, and we know that we don’t like it. The Fratellis and Mr. Perkins are entirely motivated by money: Mr. Perkins can only think of the benefits to himself for tearing down the Goondocks, whereas the Fratellis, counterfeiters and thieves, are simply after the treasure for their own personal gain.

Now, of course, the Goonies are after it too, but you’ll notice something very important here.

Sure, the Goonies want the treasure. That’s the whole point. But the thing that prevents this from being an act of greed is obvious: ‘intent’. Mikey’s protests about wanting to go back and get the loot is not because Mikey was struck by sudden gold-fever or Dragon Sickness, it’s because he wants, more than anything, to save their home. It’s what they all want, in fact. They’re doing this for a good cause: for each other, not just themselves, to meet a need. None of the kids ever mention getting rich from this. They all have the same goal, and there are never any of the typical fights about how the treasure gets split, or what they’ll do with their share.

These themes all overlap very neatly into the film itself, though it seems a little odd to cut them up and lay them out like this, but there is one thing that ties it all together, albeit, probably without meaning to. I’ve mentioned the ages of the kids a few times: ranging from about thirteen to around sixteen or seventeen. There have been plenty of movies about kids, for kids, and about kids for adults, but The Goonies manages to straddle a line and become a movie about kids, for everyone.

Youth is a huge part of this movie. Adults do not find treasure maps and decide to go on an adventure in order to save their homes because the insane, idealistic, wide-eyed streak has already been burned out of them by life. They already know the rules of the world, and know that that’s not how that works. As such, the fact is, there’s no ‘Goonie’ storyline if the characters aren’t children. Kids are infinitely more emotionally attached to their homes at that age, and will do anything to stay together. Kids haven’t been told yet by the world that their hopes and dreams are unrealistic. They still believe they can do great things, like save the Goondocks.

Even throughout the rest of the film, you can’t replace these characters with adults. They cry, they scream, they panic, they fight and argue with each other, and they all remain friends, unquestionably, and the adventure molds around them, allowing them to continue to be children as the story progresses. The danger is real, but it never feels too big for them, or too small for everyone else.

So, what does that mean for genre?

None of this detracts from the fact that The Goonies is very much an adventure film. Early on, the expectations are set up for the audience: the opening car chase and the discovery of the map in Mikey’s attic immediately set up the idea that there is going to be an exciting, dangerous story ahead, full of unexpected, unusual circumstances. That’s exactly what we get.

While the audience may never feel outright danger for the characters’ lives, like I said, they do worry for the Goonies’ end goal, and there is certainly plenty of excitement along the way. That is, in fact, the emotion most felt by the audience throughout the film. The movie is a roller-coaster full of superficial danger without any real stakes, and plenty of heart-in-throat moments. The trek through the tunnels, Chunk’s run-ins with the Fratellis, meeting Sloth, finding the pirate ship: are all dips and climbs throughout the amusement park ride that is The Goonies. The audience is constantly on the edge of their seat, and almost every story beat is active payoff of that adventurous expectation.

But there’s more to this movie than just the thrills.

Part of the difficulty of developing an adventure film for kids is that you either have to put children in danger, or you run the risk of feeling too safe. Kid adventure movies of the ‘80s like E.T. the Extra Terrestrial utilized an even balance, but as I mentioned, there’s no real fear for the Goonies’ lives. This is for a rather specific reason:

The Goonies went for the laughs with the thrills.

Data falling through the cave floor? Terrifying. Data falling through the cave floor and being saved by his invention while the rest of the Goonies go into hysterics? Hilarious.

The Goonies going after the treasure? Exciting.

The Goonies letting the air out of Brand’s tires so he has to steal a little kid’s bicycle to go after them? A comedy highlight.

The Goonies being cornered by the Fratellis and forced to give up the treasure? Legitimately upsetting in the moment.

Mama Fratelli forcing Mouth to spit out the gobs of gold and pearls that he’s stashed in his mouth? Genuinely funny.

The movie is constantly playing that balance. No exciting moment is without it’s humorous side. The kids are in danger, but they’re also always reacting in humorous ways, like Mikey making a half-hearted joke when Andy’s trying to play the bone organ while the floor collapses. A lot of what people remember about this movie are the laughs, with good reason: there’s a ton of them.

The Goonies has no shortage of funny moments and humorous lines, again, some of the most quoted lines of the film happen to be the ones that made people laugh. But as I’ve said before: there’s a lot more to being a comedy than just being funny.

Comedy is a very broad umbrella, one of the genres most easily mixed with others to create a blend: such as, what would seem to be a comedy-adventure story. Comedies typically rely on either absurd, exaggerated, or humorous characters, or an absurd, exaggerated, humorous plot, such as in films like Coming to America or Ghostbusters.

So, how does The Goonies fit? The plot is exaggerated, for sure, but not exactly in an inherently humorous way.

There’s a very easy way to tell exactly what genre it is, between adventure and comedy, and I’ll show you right now:

Typically, a really good way to tell a film’s genre is to take a good look at the characters, especially the main protagonist, and the story beats. These elements best illustrate exactly what kind of story you have, and in the case of The Goonies, it’s fairly easy.

Like I said, the story for The Goonies is clearly exaggerated beyond the realm of belief. Kids don’t find treasure maps in their attics that lead them to pirate ships. However, the story isn’t played as ‘funny’, nearly ever. The skeletons and booby traps are played completely straight, with very little to laugh at. Indeed, in another movie, these booby traps may have actually hurt or killed a character.

In The Goonies however, while the plotline is a very straightforward ‘kids Indiana Jones’ adventure story, the characters are considerably more…colorful.

And funny.

Mikey’s mispronunciations and his bickering brother relationship with Brand, Andy’s hysteria, Data’s plucky mildly ‘nutty professor’ vibe, Chunk’s over-the-top reaction to his misadventures, Mouth’s…mouth, and Stef’s complete and total irritation with everyone around her lead to some hilarious interactions, and some genuinely funny characters in their own right. Everyone is quirky, and not just to give them more character, it’s also to get them to be funnier. They aren’t alone in this, either.

The Fratellis, although still remaining chief antagonists, are not without their own comedic slants as well. Their own bickering amongst themselves and the over-the-top levels of abuse that get doled out equally manage to keep them intimidating for the kids, but funny for the audience, enough that there’s never a point where they reach true ‘villain’ status.

With that combination in mind, the film actually manages to hit the comedy-adventure balance pretty evenly. The situation remains threatening, but the thing that actually prevents the audience from worrying are the characters themselves and how they are portrayed: as indestructible characters in a cartoon. They’re likeable enough to keep the audience invested, but humorous enough to keep the audience from fearing for them. It’s the ideal combination, and it works, with just a dash of something more:

Heart.

The Goonies is remembered for its humor and its adventure, but it’s also remembered for its heart. Brand hugging Mikey as they briefly connect over the fear and sadness of losing their home, Mikey’s inspiring speeches, ‘Goonies Never Say Die!’, Mouth’s passionate outburst about his dream, his wish, Sloth’s friendship with Chunk, even the ending, with Brand and Mikey’s dad proudly proclaiming that there will be no signing, with the kids watching the pirate ship sail into the sunset…it fills the audience with at least a little bit of warmth.

In the end, we care about the Goonies because the movie makes us care about them. They make us like them, and so we feel for their adventures. There’s a real, legitimate sense of family throughout it, down to the aggressive fighting to the make-up hugs that follow.

The Goonies is often considered a ‘family’ movie, something that may surprise viewers after hearing some of the language used by the kids, the corpses, and the fact that the kids are in legitimate danger at times, but in a way, it’s not very surprising that this is considered a family film.

The tempering of the action with the comedy certainly helps, but the real kicker to make sure that it’s considered a ‘family’ film is its focus: family. Friendship. The people you care about. Banding together against all odds.

Yes, the plot appeals to kids, and so do the characters, for obvious reasons: the characters are kids, with child-like goals. Adults typically don’t react so strongly to learning that they have to move, at least, not to the point of going treasure-hunting to prevent it. However, while kids can grasp what the Goonies are about, adults can too.

Adults remember what it’s like to be kids, to have those hopes and fears and dreams, and can get into it just as well. Family movies aren’t movies for kids, necessarily, but they are movies for families, that can be enjoyed by everyone, because everyone can relate to the story and characters. This means that family movies tend to be pretty basic, uncomplicated, full of what could be derogatorily called ‘false excitement’, with characters that are fairly static and simple, but with gripping emotional themes that everyone can get behind.

In the case of The Goonies?

It fits the bill every step of the way.

In the end, The Goonies is an adventure film, one that promises it’s audience excitement and pays off every minute, and a comedy film that promises laughs, and again, delivers, and in being both of those things, it’s also a family film, with both of those things, and lots of heart to go with it, to offer in spades to an entire family.

The result?

The Goonies is an exciting, charming, funny adventure film about kids who are charming, funny, and adventurous, leading to a perfect, consistent tonal blend that manages to stay with the movie from start to finish, creating a roller coaster, amusement-park ride of a film that has been loved, with good reason, by people of all ages since it was first released, entertaining families passing it down through generations for over thirty years, and will continue to entertain families for years to come, as long as kids continue to be kids, and adults can remember what being a kid is like.

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For the fic writer asks, please 🏅✏️👨‍👦‍👦🌝

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

I am very pleased with how A Well-Behaved Woman turned out. It hit just the notes that I was aiming for and I've been blown away by the response. I'm so happy that Astoria resonated with people and that they appreciated a love triangle story that didn't cast anyone as the villain.

✏️ Do you write every day?

LOL, no. I wish. I try to do at least a little bit of something every day but the truth of life is that sometimes I'm tired or grumpy or just not in the mood. I try not to beat myself up when this happens, and just let those moods pass. They always do.

👨‍👧‍👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic?

No, but only because most of the people in my "real life" would need the concept of fanfic explained to them using small words and short sentences and I don't have the spoons for that. However I have many fanfic friends who I now consider RL friends, namely @thisonesatellite, with whom I just had a fantastic vacation. At one point we told a cab driver that we met "as part of an online writing community" and he asked us if we'd been published lololol. Bless him.

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

This is a good question and honestly I'm not sure. I do love Panville though, and it's not out of the question that I might try to write them one day, at least as a secondary relationship in a Dramione fic if not as their own thing.

As ever, my darling Masha, thank you for the thoughtful questions 😘

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You guys this one took a life of it’s own, im sorry it came out so long, i didn’t wanna have to make another part.

well, without further ado, here’s the last part of this marvelous little story for the ever so kind @drarrymicrofic, prompt: Harry in winter ( i absolutely LOVED the song prompt by the way). Hope you enjoy it!

here’s part 5 in case you missed it

It was a cold winter day, and a blond graceful creature sat by the piano, playing a slow Christmas carol, his long pale fingers gently hitting the notes, a warm little smile resting on his lips wile he watched Harry struggle to hold a squirming Teddy on his lap. The morning light shone through the window lightning up Draco’s face, and suddenly Harry couldn’t take his eyes off of him. There was no way in hell that man was real, there was no way in hell he was Harry’s. A warm feeling quickly spread on his belly, and even little Teddy seemed to put a hold on his toddler writhing to watch that mesmerizing being.

Harry woke up to a lingering sense of warmth throughout his body. Hermione was calling his name from the other side of the door.

It took him a few good minutes to remember that the memory his brain turned into a dream was only that, a memory. His heart ached with yearning and he pushed the duvet aside, ignoring the feeling.

“Already awake, Mione, i’ll be down in a minute” Harry forced his body out of the bed, grabbing his glasses and clumsily putting it on his face.

The house was already awake and moving on full speed when he managed to step out of Ron’s old room. The hallway smelled of Molly Wasley’s special pumpkin pie, and Harry’s stomach growled loudly. He stepped foot into the kitchen and was lovingly greeted with a tight hug and several kisses from Fleur.

“Oh i’m just so happy you are going to spend Christmas with family this year! It’s been too long Harry.” Molly gently tapped on his cheek, and he smiled fondly at her “It’s torture you know, having all of my children scattered around the world like bloody ducks on a lake” She turns back to the stove and hands Harry a very full plate pf breakfast.

“Thanks, Molly” he mutters and leaves the kitchen.

The backyard is full of redheads, and each one of them greets him with slaps on the back, hugs and quick peaks on the cheek. He settles in the mess, relishing the feeling of family, wile excitedly discussing the new shop Fred and George plan on opening up at Hogsmeade. Ron is beaming, chatting with Percy about his promotion to Head Auror wile holding a sleeping Hugo in his arms. Charlie, Bill, Rose and Ginny are up on the air, chasing each other around in their brooms, racing to the fence and back. Arthur and Hermione are seated on a wood bench, in the middle of the mess, calmly catching up.

The day goes by as a blur, and before Harry knows, he’s sitting by the fireplace in the living room, side by side with Hermione, telling her all about Scorpius Malfoy and his Christmas gift.

He hadn’t been able to keep his mind off Draco all day, and talking about it with her seemed like the best option, as always, but watching his best friend’s face contort into a frown as he progressed with the story was not helping at all.

“Fuck Harry, I really wish you had told me that sooner” she whispered, a hushed despair running on her voice as she. chewed the inside of her cheek. “Because i’ve done something that is bound to end up badly.”

And there was it. The blonde creature was crossing the living room and Harry’s heart skipped a beat.

Of course he knew things were bound to go sideways, but seeing him, actually seeing him, not just a quick glimpse across the platform, that was all kinds of really fucking difficult.

Hermione had invited the Malfoys over for Christmas. Rose and Scorpius had grown attached by the hip and apparently could not spend two full weeks without each other. Since it had been eleven bloody years, she thought there would be no harm done.

The Weasleys were quick to Welcome Draco and Astoria into The Burrow. They loved Draco, always had ever since he saved Fred’s life during the battle, and quite honestly Harry was really pleased to watch them interact. Draco needed a second family, losing Narcissa took a toll on him, and Lucius had never been family to begin with.

Harry’s blood stopped in his veins as Draco approached, the slightest of grins up on his lips, looking as perfectly beautiful as ever and that was exactly the moment The Golden Boy knew he didn’t have the stomach to face this situation. His hands froze at his side’s and a shiver crawled up his spine as he stared down at the floor.

“Hi, Harry, it’s been a while” Draco’s voice tickled his heart, and Harry lifted his gaze to meet cloudy gray ones, filled with pain.

“Yeah, a while.” He agrees, and the sudden urge to touch Draco flooded him. His fingers moved slightly, raising to meet the pale skin, but before anyone could notice just what he was doing, a wonderful little sound of pure blissful joy filled the room, and Scorpius was throwing himself on Harry’s lap.

“Professor! Dad told me you’d be here! We bought you a gift!” Harry hugged back and turned his amused stare to Draco.

His delicate face was contorted into aa vulnerable expression that Harry couldn’t quite place, his eyebrows stitched together on a frown and his lips locked in a thin line, and then just as fast as it came it went away, and Draco put on once again the solid emotionless grin. Harry recalled seeing that quick exact combination of features in Draco’s face only once before, on top of the Astronomy tower, moments away from taking a life. Pain. Pure and striking pain. Realization hits him like a truck as he slowly lets go of Scorpius, realizing just what he was doing.

Brilliant, Harry. Rubbing it in. Showing him just what it could have been. Oh, Merlin i’m such a moron.

Harry desperately wants to kiss the pain away from his mirror eyes, he wants to take his hands and hold his body, to shield him from any possible harm. It almost felt like he was 17 all over again, falling madly in love with his former nemesis, his best friend, and the sensation sparks courage inside his heart, a little seed of untamed bravery that led him back to Ron’s old room, into the pocket of his dirty robes.

As soon as everyone is comfortable and chatting care-freely, Harry slips away into the pile of neatly folded and not-dirty-enough-to-wash clothes by his temporary bed. His hands find the note, and he ads another line to the letter, two more words that could quite possibly change the world.

Draco is sitting across from Ron when he returns, playing chess. They were talking, but Draco wasn’t really paying attention, his eyes were searching without permission for a glimpse of green eyes filled with guilt. He couldn’t help himself, it had always been that way, he had always been looking for Harry, even when he didn’t quite understand what that meant.

“You lost, again” Ron’s voice was content, relishing in victory

“You know very well I was going easy on you, Wesel” To be perfectly honest, Draco was not even trying to beat him, he was to busy watching Harry cross the room on his direction, holding a piece of paper too familiar to be unrelated. He had a purposeful look on his face, and with nothing but a smile he handed Draco the letter before crossing the room to sit by Rose and Scorpius. Ron looked puzzled, eyebrows almost meeting his hair line and Draco, not wanting to cause a scene, put the letter into his back pocket, praying that, whatever it was, it could wait.

Molly strode inside the living room, and announced dinner, guiding her children to the backyard where a huge table had been arranged to accommodate everyone. In groups, they all left the house, but Draco stayed behind, clutching the paper in his fingers and aching to read it.

When he finally got alone, he unfolded the parchment, recognizing instantly his own handwriting. His heat dropped.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

How in bloody hell was Harry in possession of that embarrassing thing was beyond his understanding. It had been careless, of course. Drunken letter-writing was never a good idea, but Draco didn’t remember actually sending it. It had been written back in October, and Draco could not possibly had been dumb enough to actually send it. Absolutely mortified, he devoured every line, realizing that in the bottom of the papal there was a new addition, fresh ink. Two new words. A world of new-old possibilities. Hope.

Do over?

#so damn long i’m sorry #drarrymicrofic #drarry #baby scorpius #im so sad its over #but at the same time i love it with all of my being

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