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theostrophywife · 7 months

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kiss with a fist | chapter three.

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pairing: theodore nott x reader.

song inspiration: high enough by k. flay.

author's note: we're well on our way. this is a shorter(ish) chapter, but that just means that you might get the next one sooner rather than later. as always, please enjoy the banter and sarcasm.

Angel’s Trumpet was going to be the death of you.

You were convinced of it.

The multiple failed attempts to brew the wretched draught hung over you like a pall and followed you into your second week. When Wednesday night finally rolled around, you were in a proper foul mood. You couldn’t even bring yourself to take more than one bite of lasagne, which was usually your favorite.

Beside you, Luna set the latest copy of the Quibbler down and looked over at you with concern. “Still having trouble with potions?”

You nodded, sighing in frustration. “It’s this bloody Angel’s Trumpet. I’ve read over the recipe so many times that it’s practically ingrained into my subconscious, but I just can’t seem to get it right.”

Your roommate smiled faintly. “I know,” she said in her breathy voice. “You do come up with some rather creative curses when you’re studying.”

You smiled sheepishly. “Sorry Loons, have I kept you up with my late night ranting again?”

“No need to apologize. The wrackspurts are truly doing a number on everyone, not just you. They’re especially rampant during the start of term.” Her dreamy eyes sharpened into something that resembled mischief. “And how are your sessions with Theodore going?”

The faint smile on your friend’s face told you that she definitely knew more than she let on. Besides you and Theo, Luna was the only person in Hogwarts who knew about your secret little dalliances. She had figured it out rather early on last year when you and Theo kept mysteriously disappearing at the same time. It was a shame that everyone underestimated her. Luna Lovegood was the most astute person you knew.

You had absolutely no doubt that your secret was just one of many that Luna had uncovered by simply being observant. After all, teenagers weren’t exactly covert even if they were witches and wizards.

“Miserably,” you finally answered.

Much to your annoyance, Theo had not let up since the weekend. Day after day, he dragged you into the potions lab with varying disastrous results. Just the other night, the damned cauldron spewed magenta liquid like a geyser, effectively soaking you and Theo in pepto bismol pink like a demented water park ride. No amount of scourgify could wash away the shame.

Luna laughed. “Pansy said that Theo spent hours scrubbing potion off of his fancy leather shoes.”

“Pansy?” you asked incredulously. “As in, Pansy Parkinson? Since when are you two the best of friends?”

Your friend shrugged nonchalantly, but you clocked the slight flush in her cheeks. “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to replace you. Pansy and I just have a few classes together, that’s all.”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion. “Is she being nice to you? I swear to Godric if she even says one mean thing I’ll stick a broom up that witch’s ar—“

Luna held her palms up. “I appreciate the concern, but I assure you Pansy is very nice.”

That wasn’t entirely convincing, but you trusted Luna’s judgment. As protective as you were over your friend, you knew that she was perfectly capable of handling herself.

“I just worry,” you said, patting her shoulder. “Those little serpents have teeth.”

“Oh, I think you’re more familiar with the Slytherins and their teeth than I am.”

“Loons!”

She smiled unapologetically. “Speaking of which, here comes your serpent now and he does look poised to bite.”

You turned just in time to see Theo marching down the aisle with two of his housemates. The curly headed one, Mattheo Riddle, swaggered on his right and winked at you. Flanking Theo’s left side was Enzo Berkshire, who gave you a polite wave. He was by far the most tolerable out of the lot of them. You wholly ignored Mattheo, but acknowledged Enzo with a nod.

Theo, on the other hand, you openly glared at. “To what do I owe the displeasure?”

Every head at the Ravenclaw table turned towards your direction. Though your housemates liked to think they were above the petty drama, Ravenclaws were some of the worst gossips in this school. Three Slytherins walking amongst their midst was as juicy as it got.

Completely unfazed by the attention, Theo slid in next to you on the bench. “Someone’s got their wand in a twist.”

You flashed him a saccharine smile. “I’ll twist more than just your wand if you don’t leave me the hell alone, Nott.”

Mattheo smirked. “Oh, I like her.”

The glare you shot his way was full of venom. “The feeling is not mutual.” Enzo fought a smile as Mattheo gaped. You ignored the both of them and turned back to Theo. “Who are they supposed to be? Your cronies?”

“Merlin, she never truly lets up, does she?” exclaimed Riddle.

Theo grinned. “You have no fucking idea, mate.” His expression faltered when he saw the ire dancing in your eyes. “Right, I know that look. Leave us before she decides to turn you two into toads.”

The boys reluctantly backed away. Beside you, Luna followed suit but winked behind her shoulder as she left the Great Hall. Luckily, Theo’s back was turned to her.

“What do you want?”

“Glory, riches, power. The usual,” he deadpanned. “What do you think I want? I've been waiting for you at the lab for half an hour.”

“I can’t,” you said dismissively. “Not tonight.”

“Oh, yes you can. I’m too invested to give up now. I am going to teach you how to brew Angel’s Trumpet even if it kills me.”

“I’d prefer to skip the brewing and get right to the fun part.” You didn’t even notice that your bantering had stopped every conversation at your table. Everyone watched as you menacingly twirled your wand. “Shall I buy a new dress for your funeral?”

Theo smirked, seizing your wrist. He lowered his voice and spoke quietly so only you could hear. “I’d rather see you wear my jumper again.”

“Let go of my hand and I’ll be sure to turn up to your wake donning your beloved jumper.”

He sighed in frustration. “I’m serious about the draught, diavolina. We’re trying again. Tonight.”

“Was my last try not humiliating enough?”

“There’s definitely room for improvement. Avoiding turning the lab into a slip and slide would be my first suggestion.” His mouth quirked in amusement. Prick. “Aside from that, I think I finally figured out the missing ingredient.”

“And that would be?”

“Relaxation,” Theo answered proudly. “You’re way too uptight and it’s feeding into your magic, hence all the explosions.”

You scoffed. “You want me to relax? I have literally never relaxed in my entire life. I came out of the womb stressed about taxes.”

Theo snorted. “That’s exactly why I’m here. Let the expert teach you, sweetheart. Being relaxed means being confident and being confident means success.”

“You do know that confidence and arrogance are two different things, right?”

“Do you want to brew the bloody potion or not?”

The fact that Theo was the one motivating you to do school work was only slightly despairing. “Fine,” you conceded. “Teach me how to relax, oh Great Master.”

“Tucking that away for names I’d like for you to call me in bed.”

“Pervert.”

“Don’t slut shame me, Y/N. We all have our kinks.”

“Great. Mine is committing acts of violence against snarky Slytherins.”

“This snarky Slytherin rather enjoys your acts of violence. Especially if it involves your smartass mouth on mine.” You flushed in response, which only made Theo smirk in satisfaction. “Now, come. We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us.”

The Astronomy Tower was the last place you expected Theo to take you to. He didn’t really strike you as a stargazing type of guy, but then again, you probably didn’t strike people as the type of girl who slept with her academic rival out of spite.

Maybe you both had layers. Layers upon fucked up layers.

The thought almost made you laugh hysterically as you silently watched Theo transfigure his robe into a blanket. He laid it gently across the wooden floor and beckoned you over. “Sit,” he said simply.

“This is awfully romantic of you. You take a lot of girls up here, Nott?”

“Only uptight little Ravenclaws who’d rather vex me to death than enjoy a stunning view of the stars.”

You snorted. “Sorry to disappoint.”

He rolled his eyes and patted the spot next to him. “Sit. I won’t ask again.”

To be fair to Theo (a statement you never thought you’d make), the stars were stunning tonight. You sat cross legged on the blanket and watched as constellations twinkled in the horizon. If you were up here with anyone other than the present company, you might’ve found it rather nice.

But alas, this was Theo you were talking about. It was only a matter of time before he ruined it somehow. Probably with a lascivious comment.

“Why are you sitting like you’ve got a stick up your arse?” Bingo. “Even more than usual, I mean.”

“Maybe you’re the stick up my arse.”

“Don’t joke, darling.” Theo quipped, placing a hand over his chest. “You know I’ve been asking for months.”

“Do not make me push you over that railing, Theodore.”

“Jokes on you, I find your threats incredibly arousing. I’m pitching a tent in my trousers just thinking about it.”

You rubbed your temples. “How is irritating the shit out of me supposed to be relaxing?”

Theo grinned, reaching into his pocket. “Because, I have this.”

With a proud smile, he produced a tightly rolled blunt.

“That’s your big idea?” you asked, wrinkling your nose at the joint. “Taking me to the highest tower in the castle and getting higher than a hippogriff so we can potentially fall down the stairs and break our necks?”

“It’ll help with your nerves.”

“The only thing wrong with my nerves is that you’re always on them.”

He smirked, sticking the joint between his lips. “You’re deflecting. What’s the matter, diavolina? Scared to partake in the devil’s lettuce?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh for fuck’s sake, give it here.” Theo’s eyes widened as you took the joint from his mouth and stuck it in yours. “Well? Are you going to light me up or not?”

He shook his head in mild disbelief before pulling a lighter out of his pocket. You squinted at the silver Zippo, which had initials engraved on the front. The writing was too faded for you to read.

“I got tired of Mattheo stealing my lighters,” he explained. “This way I don’t lose track of it.”

The initials weren’t what surprised you. It was the fact that Theo even had a lighter in the first place. Most wizards just used magic to conjure fire. They certainly didn’t go around carrying muggle inventions in their pockets. It almost made you feel like you were back home in London, bumming a cigarette off some drunk after a night out in the pubs.

“Why not use incendio?”

Theo shrugged. “An irritating know-it-all once told me that not everything has to involve magic.”

It was strange to hear him echo your words.

None of it made any sense. Theo would’ve had to venture into a muggle shop to buy that lighter, which was unheard of for a pureblood. Especially not one whose family was part of the now disbanded Sacred Twenty-Eight. The idea of Theo walking around Camden Market to purchase a Zippo was more disorienting than the drugs.

This little discovery did not line up with what you thought you knew about him. You squinted at him in the dim light, inhaling deeply. The smoke filled your lungs and clouded your senses. Yet one question remained even as you exhaled.

Who the hell are you, Theodore Nott?

Sensing your gaze, he watched with a small smirk as you passed the joint over to him. It seemed impossible for the drugs to be taking effect so soon, but you found yourself mesmerized as Theo took a long drag. Smoke curled around his mouth as he leaned back on his elbows, tipping his head back to gaze up at the moon.

“Why the Astronomy Tower?” you asked after a few moments.

Theo shrugged. “It’s nice up here. Quiet. It helps to get away from the noise.”

“Strange. I’d become convinced that you sometimes speak just to hear the sound of your own voice.”

A set of dimples appeared on Theo’s cheeks. On anyone else, it might’ve been endearing. “Close. There’s also the added bonus of annoying you.”

You didn’t try to stifle your laughter. “Yes, I suppose that sweetens the deal.”

The two of you sat in silence, passing the joint every so often and quietly contemplating the stars. The absence of noise was jarring. You couldn’t remember the last time that you weren't surrounded by noise. Ravenclaws were a chatty bunch. Whether you were exchanging the newest piece of gossip or bragging about academic achievements, there was always this constant exchange of information.

Your brain was hardwired to process input. Without it, you felt sort of like a toddler who had just gotten their comfort blanket ripped away from them.

“Stop fidgeting, Y/N,” Theo commanded with his eyes closed. “You’re supposed to be relaxing.”

You frowned, picking at your nails. “I don’t think it’s working. Either your drugs are rubbish or my neurosis is canceling it out.”

He opened one eye lazily. His body language was languid, like he was floating through air. You envied him for it. “Just take a deep breath and empty your mind.”

“I know that may be easy for someone whose thoughts are typically vacant, but I’m not wired that way. I can’t just turn off my thoughts.”

Theo sighed and propped himself up on his elbows. He stared at you for a second before his eyes lit up with realization. “Of course. I’m so stupid.”

“No argument there.”

He rolled his eyes in response. “I’m trying to get you to relax the Theo way when we should be doing it the Y/N way.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Think of the one place in the castle where you feel most at peace.”

You cocked your head, contemplating. The answer came to you in an instant. “Okay. I’ve got it. What now?”

Theo rose to his feet and offered you his hand. “Lead the way, diavolina. Show me how the chronically neurotic unwinds.”

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lepra-art · 2 years

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Harry and Pansy wedding day.

"You're about to break your neck, Potter," Malfoy said sarcastically, and if his thoughts weren't occupied by her now, Harry could even imagine in detail how his friend rolled his eyes.

"One to talk," Still looking away from Draco, Harry answered. “At your wedding, you never left Hermione for a second. I still wonder how she tolerates you.

Malfoy muttered something again obviously in his own defense, but Harry did not listen to this downright lie — he could not take his eyes off the one who became his wife a couple of hours ago.

The snow-white dress sparkled in the light of magical lights floating in the air. In her dark short hair, small crystals shone like drops of morning dew. Parkinson — to his regret, not Potter, since she flatly refused to take his last name — was standing in the circle of her friends and discussing something cheerfully, sometimes casting glances at him. Harry was lost in those huge eyes the color of dark malachite, and everything around him seemed to be a far-fetched illusion after endless war days that were terrifyingly identical and colorless. He was so afraid of losing it all, destroying it with one awkward movement — that fragile balance that every day gradually grew stronger in his life. But he still did not fully believe that everything would not turn into a pile of ash when he stopped being careful.

Is it all real?

He and she. Here and now.

Castles in the air slowly began to turn into stone ones.

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saintsenara · 7 months

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BROOOOOOOOOO. (sorry if the following is cringe, i am a little drunk at a party but i saw your ask about favourite stories. and now I'm in the loo for a second typing up this reply)

so. scylla and charybdis is a MASTERPIECE and I will review it soon.

the shack at the end of the lane makes me SOB.

sparkling cyanide is a work on language and the meaning of freedom of rare beauty (and also. how. in very few words you say the world)

your latest on merope (i won't even try to write the name from memory) but it made me UGLY CRY. that "I'm mucky" stuck in my brain and now i am severely emotional just thinking about it fuck my makeup.

bookbinding is a masterpiece of a romcom and inhuman resources made me squeal (too much time with roddy's missus lol, and my poor roddie getting his arm bitten by an inferius my poor baby)

death eaters in paradise is my most re-read out of yours (I ADORE IT)- then again, roddy slander which i cannot tolerate but there's lots of lucius slander too and CAGA makes me giggle every time i read it (and also the poor bell boy, and druella is a bitch and the gaudy cocktails and oh my god i love your writing so much)

i haven't read everlasting ink yet but as soon as i review all the others i will get to it, you deserve it.

all of this being said. my favourites of yours? atramentum. and other women and of purer blood. i. love. them. think about them maybe once a day each, every day. love them. you deserve 29307945 views and kudos. and a kiss. and one of my martinis❤️

oh darling. i hope your hangover wasn't too awful after this. not least because i'm chuckling.

and also preening, because i love attention and the opportunity to talk about myself. although not to repeat myself - i've talked about some of these already: scylla and charybdis here, the shack at the end of the lane here, sparkling cyanide here, bookbinding here, inhuman resources here, and other women and of purer blood here.

of the others...

we can't discuss bó na leath adhairce without having the song on in the background.

as i've said elsewhere, merope gaunt has become one of my favourite characters to explore this year, in particular because she provides an excellent insight in how the series thinks about things like motherhood, desire, love, and death.

in this piece, she is the lens through which we can examine how the series thinks about a theme which is surprisingly prominent in it, given that it's a story about a not-particularly-observant teenage boy: beauty.

the harry potter series is suspicious both of those who are unnaturally beautiful and those who are unnaturally lacking in beauty. harry is a physical everyman - neither too good-looking nor identifiably unattractive - and the female characters the book likes, especially ginny and hermione, are hot enough that we know they're not bad or unsympathetic people (not like ugly old rita skeeter, or pansy parkinson, or moaning myrtle, or dolores umbridge) but also not so hot that they need to be considered bad in a different way (like fleur, until the point she proves she has inner beauty too and ginny and molly accept her...)

this isn't only a spectrum reserved for the female characters (lockhart gets the fleur treatment - the idea that being good-looking or vain is indicative of some deeper moral weakness; peter pettigrew is unattractive as well as a cunt), but it intersects with one of the series' main gendered aspects: that stereotypically feminine interests are silly, and that women who wish to be considered substantial in some way don't care about them.

the main example of this is, of course, the difference between lavender and hermione. the one is silly, giggly, and girly, the other is clever, sensible, and authentic. the one is the sort of girl you have a fling with, the other is the woman you marry.

merope is an ugly character - and, therefore, one which the narrative is not particularly sympathetic towards - but her ugliness also comes accompanied by a jealous desire for beauty she cannot attain, in the forms of tom riddle sr. and his pretty girlfriend, cecilia. neither of these two are shown to be nice or sympathetic people either (tom sr. is a dick in his only canon appearance, and the narrative emphasises at other points that the riddles are rude and unpopular). merope and tom exist, then, at the two extremes of attractiveness which the series regards as negative.

but merope is also someone whose life is unrelentingly miserable. in the fact that it is devoid of beauty, it is also devoid of comfort, pleasure, safety, opportunity and so on. much as the series is critical of love that is not sacrificial, it is critical of covetousness, frivolity, or silliness. but these things are not simply morally neutral, but morally good. and a girl who is clearly - if we read between the lines of canon - the subject of degrading and violent abuse at the hands of her male relatives should be able to find comfort in the pretty ephemera of womanhood. sometimes a lipstick is a lipstick and a unicorn is a unicorn. sometimes they're a lifeline.

death (eaters) in paradise and atramentum come together (bellatrix: i'm listening), because the latter is in very many sense the serious version of the former.

my justification for why bellamort are a good couple is consistent across things that i write with them in: that he is one of the only men in her life who sees her as a real person, and who understands her desire to escape the rigid conventions of her gender and social class; that she understands his need for love and attention, and that she is far more sympathetic to his childhood trauma than he is willing to admit. the idea that this is the only authentic relationship in either of their lives is one i sincerely believe in, in contrast to the assumption from outside the ship that they can have nothing in common or that there is no honesty there.

both of these pieces have that idea of authenticity - of something real existing underneath pretty set-dressing - as a key theme, alongside the idea that voldemort admires anyone who is interested in making their own life.

atramentum is obviously the sadder of the two, looking as it does at the comfort bellatrix finds in a draughty attic bedroom as the dark lord prepares to go to the potters.

death (eaters) in paradise features bellamort on a package holiday in marbella. and true, we do have to say rip to the bell-boy, killed in the service of trying to wingman for the dark lord.

everlasting ink deals, of course, with what bellamort leave to the world.

i'm a delphini stan account (let me live!), and i think she's a hugely interesting cipher for all sorts of people's neuroses. normally in my writing, those people are her father and her father's various boyfriends, but here it's harry and ginny.

hinny's divergent relationships with lord voldemort (harry loves the hot one, who's also an orphan; he's the one that ruined ginny's life! the snake-faced one literally doesn't realise ginny exists; he's the spectre haunting harry's entire world!) is one of the reasons i don't think they're a particularly good or interesting couple, but here they're dealing with their own baggage and making it work.

with the help of an only mildly sinister toddler, who has big brown eyes, the ability to speak to snakes, and a love of custard she certainly didn't get from bellatrix...

delphini grows up to be a hot slut with a foul mouth. ginny's influence, i'm sure.

[now, for a little sneak peek...]

it is true that poor, useless rodolphus isn't having a great time in my stuff, i'll admit to it. (although i do think he'll put in a better showing in scylla and charybdis than he has in many other things, not least because the main character assassination happening there is to regulus.)

the issue, i fear, is that he doesn't have much interest in witches. maybe he and bella both like tall, thin men with blood on their hands? or maybe roddy's more inclined towards a ginger - we'll have to see if the tawdry little romance he'll be having with percy weasley as per a prompt i'm filling for rare pair fest will make him any cheerier...

#asenora fics #bó na leath adhairce #death (eaters) in paradise #atramentum #everlasting ink #attention seeking behaviour

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dhr-ao3 · 9 months

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What it Means to Live

What it Means to Live https://ift.tt/PoNVa4F by allofthelights11 Hermione runs a confidential lab, trying to unravel Dolohov's curse from the fifth-year battle in the Department of Mysteries. No one knows it's slowly killing her. Least of all Draco Malfoy's loyal friends, who can no longer tolerate his insufferable crush and hand deliver him to Hermione at last. Words: 7357, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Long-Suffering Draco, Unrequited Crush, competent Hermione Granger, Healer Hermione Granger, Ministry of Magic Employee Draco Malfoy, Past Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, Dying Hermione, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, HEA, Draco Malfoy is Clueless About Muggle Things, POV Hermione Granger, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Romance, Eventual Sex, Happily Ever After, Work for it Though, Slytherins Being Slytherins, Slytherin friends, Found Family via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/L5DX9GJ August 01, 2023 at 09:49PM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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perseusloll · 6 months

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Harry Potter Broadway! AU: Cast and Crew reactions to their roles

*All understudies are put with the people they understudy for*

Leads:

James: Super pumped to play Sweeney, any chance to be incredibly dramatic, def wants all of the attention

Remus: Glad to be James' understudy, probably would have preferred to be in crew though, memorized every line in play

Molly Weasley: Initially apprehensive about the dark theme of Mrs. Lovett and the play in general, but embraced the role perfectly

Bellatrix Lestrange: Incredibly jealous of Molly, tried to make Molly sick one night

Harry Potter: Didn't like playing Anthony at first, but eventually grew to love it

Dean Thomas: Didn't really care about his role, just happy to be apart of the play

Luna Lovegood: Made some strange metaphor when she found out, liked her role

Fleur Delacour: Absolutely offended she got understudy at first, but agreed Luna made and excellent Johanna

Severus Snape: Was satisfied with getting Judge Turpin, plays him so well most can't tell when he's in and out of character

Albus Dumbledore: Didn't exactly like the idea of potentially playing the villain of the play

Peter Petigrew: Was absolutely thrilled when he got cast as The Beedle, was paranoid that his understudy was trying to take him out of the picture

Sheamus Finnigan: Spent a good amount of time memorizing his pats, but had no intention of injuring Peter

Sirius Black: Absolutely thrilled to be cast as Pirelli, definitely goofs off with James during their scenes and makes the most of his stage time by being as dramatic as possible

Regulus Black: Furious he was cast as the understudy for his big brother, tried to get Sirius out of the way by causing an allergic reaction

Filius Flitwick: Tried to switch places in his role as Toby with his understudy, but was unsuccessful

Ron Weasley: Simply wanted to run lights, has declined over 40 offers from Flitwick to switch places

Crews:

Bill, Fred and George Weasley: Twins were thrilled to be on tech crew, Bill was put on tech as an attempt to control them, it did not work

Arthur Weasley: Nervous about being tech director and having to direct his kids

Neville Longbottom: Had some anxiety about being a choreographer, but soon started to enjoy it

Hermione Granger: Incredibly happy to be the casting director, deeply study every character to get the casting right

Charlie Weasley: Hated being costume manager at first but soon began to tolerate it

Lavender Brown, Parvati, Padma Patil, and Evan Rosier: All were excited to work in costumes, Evan started to become a mini-manager, but got them all to work efficiently

Oliver Wood: Was excited to be the set designer, definitely has a secret talent for art and design

Rubius Hagrid, Firenze and Ginny Weasley: Ginny took charge as a set carpenter, Hagrid was happy to help but sets and found it fun, Firenze helped carried stuff with his back

Percy Weasley: absolutely pumped about being stage manager, loves to boss people about during rehearsal, the twins definitely amped up their pranks on Percy

Ensemble (Garrick Ollivander, Viktor Krum, Rolanda Hooch, Stan Shunpike, Rufus Scrimgeour, Madam Maxime, Dorcas Medows, Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Andromeda Black, Barty Crouch Jr., Pandora Wesia, Argus Filch, Marleene McKinnon, Lily Evans, Mundungus Fletcher, Silvanus Kettleburn, Dolores Umbridge, Minerva McGonagall): Most were all okay with getting placed into the ensemble, except the Malfoy's, Draco especially, complained for weeks about 'stupid Potter' got a main character instead of him, Viktor ducktaped his mouth shut for an hour

#muggle au #made up name for pandora lovegood #marauders #the slytherin skittles #golden trio era #Severus is done with everyone's shit #draco being dramatic #broadway au #sweeney todd #harry potter headcanon #fandom mashup #op is bored #ron x harry #sirius being sirius #remus lupin is the only sane marauder #sirius black #sirius and regulus being dramatic together #peter pettigrew #too many characters to tag

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contrarywiseizybel · 1 year

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Kinktober 2022

Day 26: Hermione Granger/Rabastan Lestrange

Hermione Granger had graduated from Hogwarts Academy with the highest scores of any witch to ever grace the halls. The only person to ever beat her had been the boy who had grown into the Dark Lord, current Master of Magic and first Wizard to conquer even death.

So, she was okay not beating those particular scores.

Unfortunately for Hermione, she was also a new blood. An old blood like Draco Malfoy or Pansy Parkinson would already be Undersecretary if they had scores like her, additional padding to their pedigrees and connections. But as a new blood, the first of her line to enter magic society once identified, her scores had only made her one of many researchers for the Department of Development.

But Hermione Granger, smartest witch to ever live, was completely alright with that. Partly because she didn’t have the temperament for the higher offices where she’d be expected to play nice with the old blood elitists who had sneered at her all through her Ministry provided primary education. Malfoy could flaunt his home schooling all her wanted, at least growing up among other new bloods had taught her how to not be a total arse. Though “not being a total arse” usually only extended to other people in her social sphere. She had never grown out of her sense of justice and was perfectly willing to argue with any of the noble families.

So yes, despite her school scores she knew she had no future in that part of politics.

Also, she rather liked her job. Her first home had always been the libraries, from the brightly colored stacks in her Children’s Home to the majestic shelves of Hogwarts, Hermione only really felt safe among books. And the Department of Development’s library, while not as diverse as Hogwarts, was a very safe space for her. She could, and did, get lost among the books and parchment and maps, so lost in her own head that she missed multiple meals. All until someone came to fish her out of the literary quagmire and send her off to her favorite curry place a few blocks away.

Strangely, that person usually ended up being the part of her job she absolutely adored.

Rabastan Lestrange, Head of the Department of Development, was gorgeous. Hermione hadn’t bothered with crushes back in school and it seemed that she hadn’t managed to build up a tolerance to the butterflies that formed in her stomach every time he looked her way. She couldn’t help how tongue tied he made her, usually at the expense of whatever she’d been trying to tell him in the first place. Maybe if she had joined in with her dorm mates, gossiping about older students who caught their eyes and how they planned on handling those adolescent feelings, maybe then she would have known how to deal with her silly crush.

But she hadn’t, and now she was left at the mercy of one of the Dark Lord’s most elite generals.

Which was to say, she was left to embarrass herself when he brought in pastries for the department and she could only reply ”golly!”, something she had never before said in her life.

She was left to be mortified when he distracted her so much she ran into a door, scattering the sieves she had been carrying.

She was left to be impossibly flustered when he caught her shoulder to prevent her from absentmindedly walking into a representative from the Northern Giants, his hand lingering warm and distracting until they made it back to their department.

Frankly, she was a mess.

“Have you tried fucking him?” Padma had asked from where they were hiding from the rest of Parvati and Lavender’s hen night. While Hermione liked her old dorm mates, more or less, she really got on better with Parvati’s twin, who often joined her in silent suffering around their louder cohorts. Maybe that was why Hermione dared to tell her what was upsetting her.

Well, that or it was the shots Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones had insisted they all take.

“He’s my boss!” Hermione retorted, intending to sound indignant. Instead she sounded like she was about to cry. “It would be completely inappropriate!”

“Good.” Neville Longbottom said from Padma’s side. The quiet boy had been the only male member of either Parvati or Lavender’s wedding party and had immediately flocked to Hermione’s side when it was clear how smashed the rest of the group wanted to be. Therefore he was also being allowed in on her secret. Also he may have already known. Neville was surprisingly well informed when it came to gossip. “You deserve nice things, even if you have to be a little inappropriate to get them.”

Padma turned her shark sharp grin at Hermione, “how nice are his things then?”

Hermione made sure to flip her the bird while chugging her beer.

A roar went up outside their muffling ward and Hermione once again found herself wondering why she kept making friends with such loud people. But then she caught sight of Lavender trying to read the future in Parvati’s bridal mehndi just the same as she tried to read the future in people’s palms. Parvati just smiled softly at her finance, the same smile she had worn for seven years while they all shared a dorm, a smile always reserved for Lavender.

“Ah, it’s that kind of crush then.” Padma said dryly, draining her own beer and tapping the glass against the table so it would refill. “Not just a quick fuck.”

Hermione shrugged awkwardly. “I mean, at this point I wouldn’t say no to a shag. But it’s not just that, you know?”

Neville, who had been looking back towards the pub like he was looking for an escape route, lifted one shoulder. “I don’t know. Explain it for me?”

He said it the same way he had when asking for help back in school, and the warmth of nostalgia and beer made her melt just a bit. “He’s just, he’s really nice. You wouldn’t think it, him having been in the war and everything, but he is. He brings all of us researchers breakfast, and he bullies me into taking my lunch, and have you ever seen him with his niece? He lets Dia ride on his shoulders and pull at his hair and never seemed to get mad! Everyone was saying he’d hate her for becoming the next Lestrange heir but I caught him singing her a lullaby in the stacks once!”

Very practically, Hermione slammed her head onto the solid oak table, tapping her empty glass for a refill as well. If they were going to do this “emotional bloodletting” (as Lavender had always called it), she was going to get well and truly pissed.

“Fuck I love his hair. How is it always so perfectly curled? I could never get my hair even close and I know he doesn’t style it every day. It just...does that!”

Neville and Padma, apparently recognizing the dam had broken, simply nodded in sympathy. They were even nice enough to not point out that Hermione’s coiled hair wasn’t the same as Rabastan’s curled hair. Though Padma did use her distress as an excuse to whip out her wand and style Hermione’s mass of hair into two cute afro puffs. She had been getting closer and closer to accidentally spilling beer over her hair and Padma at least had to foresight to do something to mitigate that risk.

Hermione made a mental note to thank Padma for that, after she was finished having all these annoying emotions.

“And his stupid, pretty beard and his stupid, pretty eyes and he’s way too fit to be a department head.” Hermione took a moment to chug her beer, not noticing when Neville motioned towards the bar to fill the empty glass with water instead of more alcohol. Probably for the best, as the bar was still getting louder and louder, despite the late hour. She was going to have such a headache in the morning. “Stupid, sexy Rabastan with his stupid, sexy brain and stupid, sexy manners.”

“Well that’s not very nice.” A deep voice reprimanded from next to her ear, making her shot up so fast she almost launched out of her seat. It was only a heavy, familiar hand on her should that kept her from doing so. “Or maybe it’s very nice. You think I’m sexy?”

Fear gripped her, even as she made a mental note to kill her friends who must have had something to do with this development given their smug expressions. But fuck it, she was a Gryffindor. Technically. She could be brave. Technically.

She turned, booze clouded eyes locking onto the dark and amused eyes of her boss. Ex boss? She wasn’t sure how quickly she was going to be fired, so for now she’d just assume boss.

“He-hello sir. What are you do-doing here?”

He chuckled, leaning a little closer as though the noise of the bar made it necessary. As though they weren’t wizards who could just cast a muffling charm that Hermione just now realized her friends must have let drop so he could overhear them. She could smell him given how close he was, spicy and warm and if she found out he was one of those assholes who put Armortentia in his cologne she was going to be pissed. Still charmed, but pissed.

“Well, I was the one who recommended this pub when you mentioned your friends’ hen night.” His deep voice seemed to reverberate through her, trailing down her spine in tandem with the fingers trailing up her neck. “What did I say again? Oh yes, ’I end up there most evenings.’ Do you know why I told you that?”

Hermione couldn’t help but bite her lower lip, the dark plush skin catching between white teeth. Rabastan followed the movement with his eyes, only reacting by pressing just a little harder at her neck. Not enough to hurt, but enough that she arched just so under his grasp.

“I told you about this pub because I wanted you to join me for a drink. Shame I wasn’t a brave lion like you.”

She huffed, immediately preparing to defend her school house against old rivalries before the actual meaning of those words sunk in. “Sir?”

“Just Rab’s fine.” He purred, “Now, I believe I asked you a question. Do you think I’m sexy?”

She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry while her heart was pounding so loud there was no way he didn’t hear it. But he just kept smiling, waiting to strike like any good snake. “I do.”

“Do what?”

Hermione pushed a little closer, tasting his breath on her lips. “I think you’re sexy, Rab.”

He grinned, sharp and dangerous and charming, and jerked his attention towards her (traitorous) friends. “I believe your hen night is moving to the next pub.”

Hermione finally spared a glance at her friends, Neville who’s face was a flaming red and Padma who seemed more upset that her free show was being interrupted. “I think I might be calling it an early night.”

“That’s not how it looks from here.” Padma teased, already gathering up her things and poor, shy Neville. “I’ll floo you in the morning. If you don’t reply I’m assuming Lestrange is responsible and I will be burning down the ministry in your honor.”

She gaped at her friend’s blatant disrespect, even while being touched by her concern, but luckily Rabastan just laughed warmly. “Noted. Have a good evening.”

“You’re still traitors!” Hermione yelled, even has Padma dragged Neville away. She got a two fingered salute in response and a delighted chuckle from the man at her back. “Last time I go on telling someone about my feelings.”

Rabastan grinned, allowing her to see that his left canine was extra sharp. Something hot shot through her at the sight, and she decided that her friends, while traitors, would live to see another day.

This time.

“Want to tell me about some of those feelings, Ms. Granger?”

And her lion won out, as it usually did in the end. “Only if you call me Hermione.”

“Hermione.” He purred.

Yes, maybe this time she’d let herself be a little inappropriate.

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #Hermione Granger/Rabastan Lestrange

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littlemissnoname13 · 3 years

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Sharing an apartment with the Slytherins would include:

Featuring: Slytherin!Reader ,Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott & Draco Malfoy ( sharing a flat in the muggle world)

Warnings: Crack fic, a few mentions of alcohol, very mild sexual themes

A/n: I’ve been watching too many sitcoms lately.This is my first time writing something like this. I’m so sleep deprived.

Masterlist

Sharing an apartment just to be around eachother even though almost all of them have enough galleons for an entire house in their respective gringotts vaults

The first thing you all dragged up four storeys was a couch

Passing around a bottle of fire whisky as the five of you struggled to fit on the couch while drawing up your own personalised roommate agreement

Draco giving you a dissatisfied frown. “What do you mean I can’t display my family’s dark artifacts on the TV unit?”

Theo looking equally unimpressed as Draco “Yeah, what am I supposed to do with my Time turner?”

“That's an illegal object Theodore.”

The entire living room slowly starting to resemble the Slytherin Common Room as the five of you start decorating

Telling the boys that not everything has to be green

Getting one of those door mats that read “wizards welcome. Muggles tolerated.”

Also the words “Cunning, Ambitious, Resourceful” written in pretty font somewhere around the house

Theo constantly losing his house keys

“Borrowing” from Pansy’s collection of killer outfits.

Of course she wouldn't mind considering the fact that your jacket is still tucked away somewhere in her closet.

A random girl leaving Draco’s room ever so often while the rest of you place your bets on “how long that will last”

Draco noticing Blaise handing you five galleons as his latest girl stomps out of the apartment with her high heels in her hand

Reminding everyone to behave themselves when you have someone new over

This almost never works out and the person runs out of your home claiming that the five of you are nuts and need help

Hearing moans coming from Theo’s room in the middle of the night and knocking on the wall, reminding him that “people have jobs that require them to wake up early in the morning!”

The four of you being protective and interrogating Pansy’s questionable date for the night while she is still getting ready.

Surprise birthdays!!

Pamper and gossip nights with Pansy in your bathrobes, wearing clay masks and drinking wine while the boys are out.

The boys scratching their heads, looking at the two of you wearing ridiculous looking eye masks when they return home

Them eventually joining the two of you and you end up applying the clay mask on their faces too

Blaise sleeping with his mouth slightly open on the couch and Draco reluctantly throwing a knitted blanket over his body before disappearing into his own room

Blaise being the mum friend of the group. Constantly cleaning the house, and prepping food and buying groceries

Blaise, telling everyone off for not doing their share of house chores

Having a strict “no house elf” policy even though they were not too keen on the idea

Strange things happening at your apartment on the daily ranging from failed potion experiments to magical creatures gone wild

Pansy running into the apartment breathless and locking the door behind her. “The lady next door gave me a bone chilling glare today. You lot ought to be careful with your bloody potions.”

“Why do we have so much purple shampoo?”

Draco running in to grab all his bottles of purple shampoo, conditioner and toner and telling you off for going through his stuff.

“Its a communal bathroom Draco!”

Slytherin memorabilia. So much of it. So much of it everywhere.

Being there for each other on the bad days and the good days

Attending other people’s weddings and birthdays and Anniversaries together even though all of you would rather stay in and watch a horror film

Bringing each other anti hangover concoctions after a rough night of partying

Greeting cards, post it notes, postcards and polaroids on the fridge

An unfortunate looking photograph of the five of you together, framed and hanging on the wall

Blaise complaining that he wasn't ready for the photo but the rest of you ignore him because none of you look good in it either

You guys were each other’s chosen families

Probably screwing up and falling for one of your roommates..

Im too tired to sort out my tag list for this one. Soz :(

#slytherin #slytherin headcanon #draco malfoy #pansy parkinson #blaise zabini #theodore nott #I don’t know what to tag. sigh.#draco imagine #slytherin things #blaise x reader #pansy x reader #Theodore Nott x reader #draco x reader

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slytherweasley · 3 years

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Desperate love (Pansy Parkinson x reader)

Warnings: smut and swearing

Summary/request: Hiii, could I request a Pansy Parkinson x fem!reader smut where reader eats out Pansy very well and she’s just a moaning hot mess and it’s the best she’s ever had so when reader walks around the halls next day all the boys are intimidated and stare because they heard Pansy moan and wail?

If you want to request here are my request guidelines

You signed yourself up to tutor some of the fifth years in preparation for their owls as extra credit from Snape. You also signed up to get extra credit from other professors, it was mainly a bit of cleaning and watering plants for Professor Sprout. You didn’t have much time for yourself or your girlfriend who was very high maintenance.

Pansy doesn’t take shit from anyone, she doesn’t like to be told no, she doesn’t like to be kept waiting and she does not tolerate not being centre of attention. That’s all you’ve done this week but with you she can take it for a little while before she snaps and needs your attention. If you weren’t so busy she would have forced you to stay with her and spend time with her but you never see her after school until you get in your dorm and she’s half asleep.

You finished watering Professor Sprout’s plants and you were on your way to the library, you sat down and got the books you needed for tutoring and realised you left a couple in your dorm so you quickly rush into your dorm.

Little did you know as you were getting dressed in the morning after packing your bag Pansy pulled out a couple books and hid them under her pillow. You run up the stairs, luckily your dorm is right near the common room so it wasn’t a far walk. You burst through the door and Pansy sits on her bed, legs crossed trying to keep her smile in.

“Hey Pans, I’m just grabbing some books I left” “Why don’t you stay for a while?” “I have to go tutor another fifth year” you were frantically searching your big pile of books under your bed. “Is something wrong?” She asks innocently “I can’t find the damn books I need” “Oh that’s a shame. Just call it a day and come here, darling.” You stopped searching and stood up with your arms crossed “Where are they?” You ask “What” “The books, where are they?” “I didn’t do anything!” “Look Pansy I understand you don’t care about school but this extra credit means a lot and I promise I’ll find time to spend time with you.”

Pansy took the books from behind her pillow and held them in her arms. “Thank you” you say but she doesn’t hand them over “I mean you could go and tutor some fifth year and be boring or you could help me out and be a bit more exciting.”

Pansy lifts up her school skirt to show she’s not wearing anything underneath. You stand there weighing up your options, she is practically irresistible. “Fucks sake Pansy” you get on the bed and kiss her.

Finally Pansy got her way. You quickly undressed her, unbuttoning her shirt and throwing her tie and shirt on the ground and unclasping her bra. Pansy undoes her skirt and you pull it down throwing it with the pile of her clothes on the ground.

You admire her body before kissing down her stomach “Please Y/n” she begs “How desperate for me are you?” You swipe a finger through her folds and feel how wet she is, she shivers just at the touch of your finger. “Shit Pans, you really are wet” “Please” she begs.

You lick up and down her pussy relieving the throbbing sensation between her legs. You had never experienced Pansy being this needy and horny before. She couldn’t help the moans coming out of her mouth “Y/n fuck feels so good!” She yells. As your tongue moves fast on her clit her hips grind against your face.

You start to finger her with a couple fingers curling them inside her while still working on her clit. “Please Y/n Please! I’m so fucking close!” Her yells and screams were so hot. She kept pleading and swearing as she came closer to orgasm.

She grabs a fistful of your hair and yells out “Oh shit! I’m going to fucking cum, fuck” she curses. As she came you continued sucking on her clit as she finished her high.

“Oh my fucking God Y/n, that was the best thing I’ve felt in my life” “Darling, you were so fucking hot” “Give me a second to calm down before I return the favour” “I’ve got to go tutor but I promise I’ll be back soon” “Hurry back, sweetheart.”

You place a kiss on her lips and admire her body once more, you were so turned on but you had to go back. You’d noticed people looking at you but you ignored it because you were in a rush.

On your way back you noticed people staring at you again. You got to your dorm and checked yourself in the mirror. “You look great darling” Pansy says “Do I have something on me? People were staring at me” “No, you look just as beautiful as before” “Huh, well that’s weird.”

You and Pansy took a shower together giving her the opportunity to return the favour. After the shower you were both so tired you fell right asleep.

The next morning you and Pansy walk to breakfast, guys were looking Pansy up and down and avoiding eye contact with you. It boosted Pansy’s ego “This is so weird” you say “I like it” she smiles playing with her hair “Why? You don’t even like guys” “I know! I like the attention though” you roll your eyes.

People didn’t sit near the two of you. Draco, Crabbe and Goyle sit across from the two of you. “Morning” Draco mumbles grabbing a piece of toast “Hi” you mumble back “What’s got you in a bad mood and why are you in a good mood?” He asks “I don’t think we need to guess what’s gotten Pansy in a good mood” Crabbe chuckles with Goyle and Draco rolls his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Pansy snarls at the two boys “Do you know how to cast a silencing charm?” Draco asks “Of course I do, I’m not dumb, we learnt that ages ago” “Maybe you should use it instead of feeding all the horny teenage boys with your unholy moans.”

“People could hear?” You ask “Pansy was yelling like bloody murder” “So they are only looking at me because they heard me in an intimate moment and not because I look pretty today?” “It wasn’t so intimate” Draco comments “Don’t worry you look gorgeous” you tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.

You and Pansy death stared anyone who dared to look at the either of you. Eventually people got something else to talk about and left you alone.

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stxr-bunnii · 2 years

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Not hungry ~ Snape's daughter

» TW: ED, please do not read this if you are struggling with an ED and I am in no way fantasizing about ED's I know how terrible they are.

» Summary: Pansy Parkinson tells the class Y/n Snape has been starving herself.

» This is my second post! I hope you guys like it and I'm sorry that the title doesn't really go with the story nor does the gif but I didn't know what else to put.

Maybe listen to this song while you read:

“Y/n why aren’t you eating?” I looked up from my food to see Draco questioning me. “Oh I’m not feeling too well” I replied. I wasn’t completely lying, the stomach bug has been going around Hogwarts.

After lunch was over Draco, Blaise, Mattheo, Theodore, and I were heading down to the dungeons for Potions. Blaise and Theodore were talking about Quidditch. While the rest of us were just listening. I started to feel dizzy like I was about to faint, luckily I didn’t faint and we soon made it to the Potions classroom. It would have been terrible if I did faint. The boys would have been so worried and would force me to go to the hospital wing.

We all sat down at the table and waited for my father to come. I heard an annoying voice say my name and when I looked up to see where it came from I saw Parkinson’s stupid face. She and her friends were giggling while looking at me. Parkinson got up and came to our table standing next to Draco who was sitting next to me. “Hi Draco” Pansy tried to say seductively but like always Draco ignored her and rolled his eyes. Blaise and Theodore started snickering but quickly stopped when the door slammed open. Like always my father has to make a dramatic entrance. "Take your seats. Today you will be brewing the explosive Erumpent Potion. Any negligence could lead to severe injury. So pay attention. Our lecture on the Erumpent Potion begins. Any foolishness will not be tolerated." My father started saying while writing on the chalkboard. Luckily Pansy went back to her seat and stopped bothering Draco.

After my father explained everything we needed to know we quickly got to work making our potion. When I got up to get the ingredients to make the potion I felt dizzy again so I quickly sat back down. Like always Draco noticed and asked if I was okay, after insisting I was okay Blaise went to get the ingredients instead. 10 minutes into making the potion I heard a loud noise. When I looked up I saw Seamus Finnigan had blown up his potion yet again. Some of the Slytherins snickered while my father started scolding him. I heard my name come out of Pansy’s mouth again, saying I didn’t deserve to be Draco’s friend. I wasn’t gonna let her say something like that so I replied with, “Parkinson you look like a clown with all that makeup on. When are you going to learn that Draco will never like you?” “Shut up y/n. At least I don’t starve myself”. How did she even find out about that? The minute that came out of Pansy’s mouth my father started to walk toward us. “Y/n? What is Parkinson talking about?” My father asked me but I didn’t want him to know so I just replied with, “She’s lying”. Luckily class was dismissed and I got out of there as fast as I could before my father asked me to stay behind.

Draco, Blaise, Mattheo, and Theodore caught up to me after class. They all looked worried. “Is it true? Are you really starving yourself?” Draco asked. I didn’t say anything. They probably took my silence as an answer. “Why would you do this Y/n?” Mattheo asked. “You’re perfect just the way you are” Blaise had said. I didn’t know why I starved myself. I'm not overweight or anything. It started with me skipping breakfast then soon lunch and then I stopped eating completely. My father and friends had noticed this but I always brushed them off saying it was just a stomach bug but it wasn’t. I got so obsessed with counting my calories. I mean I didn’t really have a lot of control over my life so being able to control what I ate and how many calories I put in my body gave me a sense of control, it made me feel like I got my life back and I was doing alright.

I walked away from the boys and up to my dorm. I had my own dorm so I fell on my bed and started crying. I must have fallen asleep from all that crying. I didn’t know how much time had passed when I woke up. I got up and went into my ensuite bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw my eyes were all puffy and red, my lips were chapped and my skin was pale. I heard a knock on my door, when I opened it I saw my father standing there with two plates of food. “May I come in?” He asked. I nodded and stepped to the side to let him in. My father conjured two chairs and a table. He placed one plate in front of one of the chairs and he placed the other plate in front of the other plate.

He pulled one of the chairs back and motioned for me to sit in it. I sat down in the chair and he sat in the other chair. “Y/n I know what you are going through. I’ve been through it as well,” my father said in a soft caring voice as if he spoke too loud I would break. Growing up he never really spoke about his childhood and when I would question him about it he would quickly dismiss me so I was surprised to hear this new information about him. “You need to eat Y/n please for me”. I picked up my spoon and picked up some mashed potatoes. I hesitantly put it in my mouth and tried to swallow but it was difficult because I felt like throwing up. I drank some water to help wash it down. My father started eating as well. He told me some stories from his childhood. Sometimes I forget that my father was my age once. After I ate half of my food and my father finished his, we talked some more. It was nice, we hadn’t spent a lot of time together because I was busy studying for the O.W.L. exams.

#severus snape #severus snape x you #severus snape x daughter #severus snapes daughter #slytherin #Spotify

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adorerdraco · 4 years

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Good Enough ✧ Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader

Request: hiii i love your writing!! can you write about a sweet hufflepuff and how everyone thinks they aren’t a good pair together so one day Pansy bullies the reader into breaking it off with Draco because she feels like she’s not good enough for him then draco finds out and he’s really mad at Pansy?

Another seventh year AU where Voldermort never existed !

Warnings: bullying, slight angst, crying, cursing (barely), sad!draco, angry!draco, implied smut towards the end (also extra mean slytherins for the purpose of this imagine but i have nothing against them i <3 them as much as any other house)

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A/N: hiii thank youuuu 🥺💗 !!!!!! but ahhhh omg im a hufflepuff so i hope i delivered good hufflepuff energy in this oneee :’))) i think this might be my new favorite thing ive written omg but i do not own gif

There was truly no explanation how you, a kind Hufflepuff, managed to become friends, let alone a couple, with the proud and arrogant Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy.

On the outside, your relationship to everyone seemed uncanny and plain wrong. Even your friends and housemates had looked down on it for a while but eventually came around and just let you be. You couldn’t say the same for the Slytherin’s, however, because if there was one house they disliked more than Gryffindor; it was Hufflepuff.

They berated you and Draco for weeks after they found out he had started a relationship with you. They scowled at you when you would walk by them sometimes calling you names depending on whether or not Draco was by your side. He always defended you and you did your best to ignore them, but they were relentless. You had only been dating for about a month now and the tantalizing comments from Slytherin’s and anyone else who wanted tear the two of you down were right now seeming endless.

“Why can’t people leave us alone,” you said sadly to him one night. You were lying with him in a patch of grass outside the castle, head against his chest as his hand lazily traced patterns onto your bicep.

“They’re only jealous,” he sneered quietly. “People get mad at what they can’t have or what they can't understand.”

Draco’s patience with people was worsening each and every day. His housemates, regularly, would corner him in the common room and interrogate him with questions that made him want to rip his hair out.

“Is this some sort of prank you haven’t told us about, Malfoy?”

“A Hufflepuff? Have you gone mad?”

“Is she blackmailing you with something, mate?”

“Haven’t you thought about how that makes us Slytherin’s look?”

“She’s a blood-traitor!”

The questioning would always lead to him yelling and threatening everyone aggressively before he locked himself in his Prefect dorm or would leave the common room altogether in a fury. Those were the days he would find you after he calmed down and would hug you tightly, pressing kisses all over your face as he praised you with everything he adored about you to how happy you made him and how perfect you were for him.

You, on the other hand, were dealing with much worse. You never told Draco some of the awful things people would say to you when he wasn’t around. You would stand up for yourself very rarely, confrontation not really being your first approach to handling things but when the insults were bad enough, you were forced to.

You would always hear a variation of the same things said either directly to you or from obvious whispering, majority of them being from Slytherin and the occasional judgmental comment from others.

“Filthy Hufflepuff!”

“Can’t believe one of them is dating one of ours.”

“What does Malfoy even see in her?”

“You’d think someone who’s supposed to be kind wouldn’t want anything to do with such an arse.”

More than ever, Draco found himself giving you an excessive amount of compliments and reassurances that he thought would balance out the insults and criticisms you would tell him about or he would witness. Everything he would tell you was true, of course, but you always felt like he said them out of pity or like he had to.

“I appreciate you trying to make it better, but you don’t have to keep complimenting me, Dray.” You’ve said to him countless times.

And he would often respond with, “but I need you to know how I feel about you.”

Despite the constant uphill battle, your relationship with the platinum blond was everything you hoped for and more. Considering your friendship had started on rocky beginnings a year ago, you would have never thought you’d be with him now. You couldn’t thank the stars more for when your aged and nearly blind owl had flown straight into the back of his head, pecking at him while he tried to swat it away which then led to him giving you a piece of his mind and trying to hex your owl - causing you to try to hex him just as McGonagall happened to be passing by the fiasco that landed both of you in a months-long detention for reckless magic usage. It was in detention when the two of you were forced to spend time together and realized that the other wasn’t as bad as they thought.

Draco, much like everyone else, always believed Hufflepuffs to be weak and cowardly, too kind for their own good - but he quickly learned how common of a misconception that was the longer he knew you. You always fought for what was morally right, defended those you love and are loyal to courageously, and were sweet and friendly with everyone you talked to whether you knew them or not.

He gravitated towards your kindness and empathetic approach to everything. He loved to see the smiles you put on people’s faces or the way animals would randomly come up to you and immediately trust you enough to give them gentle pets that they always leaned into. He even loved the way you talked to everyone as your equals, something he rarely saw in his environment. Everything you did was a vast difference to what he saw on the daily from his cold and aloof peers, but it was a difference he enjoyed. He wished so deeply that everyone could see and understand how amazing you were to him and he was determined to make it happen.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You asked shyly as he held your hand tightly in his, walking you slowly over to his large group of his closest Slytherin friends that were all gathered around a bench under a tree in the courtyard.

The Prince of Slytherin believed that if he could get his friends to at least tolerate you, then everyone else would follow in suit. He only associated himself with the best and most influential of his house so if there was anyone that could improve his current situation; it would be them. You were a little uneasy about his plan, but later agreed when he had convinced you that his idea couldn’t and wouldn’t fail.

“Of course it is!” He exclaimed encouragingly. “Plus, I’m Draco Malfoy, they’ll like anything I tell them to like.”

“Okay,” you sighed, rolling your eyes slightly at his boast.

The closer you got to them, the more you felt your hands begin to sweat and the heat crawling up your face. They all began to turn towards the two of you, their eyes focusing on you and you only with a pointed gaze. You started to realize how greatly you underestimated how intimidating they looked. Especially the one girl who made it her mission to bother you every chance she could get - always from afar while she pointed at you and whispered something into her friend’s ears while they laughed or when she would pass by you and say something rude under her breath.

“Look what Malfoy’s dragged in!” Pansy Parkinson called out with a malicious smirk on her face as she eyed you.

“Give it a rest, Pansy,” Blaise sighed, “If Malfoy wants us to meet his little friend then so be it.”

“Not my little friend, my girlfriend,” Draco corrected angrily as the two of you finally reached the group. “This is Y/N and I wanted you all to meet her since I plan on having her around for a long while, so you might as well get used to it.”

“Long while? Poor thing can’t even introduce herself,” Pansy laughed tauntingly.

“I think Draco introduced me just fine right now but if you want, I’ll do it again to make you feel better,” you smiled a big fake toothy grin at her. “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

Everyone snickered at your response, watching for the girl’s reaction as her nostrils flared in irritation. Draco smiled to himself and gave your hand a quick squeeze, feeling proud that you found a way to talk back to her in the nicest way possible.

“Right, well, I’m sure you know this is; Goyle, Crabbe, Zabini, Pike, Flint, Nott, and...” Draco pointed to everyone, trailing off when he reached the only girl in the group, “I don’t think that one needs an introduction, she rather do it herself, right Parkinson?”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, giving the blond a false squinty-eyed grin with attitude.

“So, you want us to be the nice to the Hufflepuff then?” Zabini questions, pointing a finger towards you.

“Yes, I want you to be nice to, Y/N,” Draco corrected again, his hand getting tighter in your grasp as he spoke. “That goes for all of you and everyone else in this bloody house. I don’t want to hear anything bad about her or us coming from anyone ever again or you’ll have me to answer to. I don’t care how friendly we are.”

“So he has to defend you too now?” Pansy spoke again, “Merlin, it’s a wonder how you Hufflepuff sort even survive in this world.”

Before anyone could say anything, you mustered up all the courage you had and stepped forward towards the irked girl in front of you.

“Listen, I don’t want any more trouble with you or anyone,” you rushed out. “I just want to go about my day without having to hear how disgusting and weak I am.”

She opened her mouth to retaliate but Blaise put a hand in front of her and pushed her back before she got any closer to you.

“Alright, we’ll try,” he answered for the group quickly in an annoyed tone, “but I can’t promise that for the rest of Slytherin. They really don’t like you guys together, thinks it makes them look bad. Eventually, they’ll get tired of it and move on to the next.”

“That’s as good as its gonna get,” Goyle guffawed, Crabbe and Pike snickering alongside him.

You sighed, looking up at Draco and slightly tugging at his hand while you silently begged him to take you out of there but he didn’t catch the hint and instead did the complete opposite when he had turned towards the only boy in the group who seemed to have brains.

“Zabini, can I talk to you really quick?” He asked gruffly. Blaise deeply sighed and nodded, the two boys breaking away from the group and stopping a few feet away before talking in angry hushed voices to each other.

You - all of a sudden felt very small and sick, your eyes frantically bouncing around the group as they watched you squirm. Pansy took this as her chance to step closer towards you, stopping a few inches away from you while a smirk made its way onto her face.

“Since you obviously don’t see the bigger picture, I’ll paint it for you,” she began contemptuously, “you and Draco really don’t belong together, at all. Sure, you might think everything’s fine right now, but what’ll happen when he gets tired of defending you and proving you to everyone. You think Hogwarts is your problem? Just wait until you meet the Malfoy’s. Do you really think his father would like or even tolerate a filthy blood traitor like you?”

You gaped at her, taking a few shaky steps away from her as her words hit you like a truck.

“Think about it, Y/L/N,” she gets in your face again, her hand reaching up to grip your shoulder tightly to hold you in place. “He needs to be with someone of his status, a pure-blooded Slytherin who comes from a good wealthy family who holds all the same beliefs as the Malfoy’s. If I were you, I’d end it before you ruin his life any more than you already have and end up leaving him without a family or his inheritance.”

“Are you trying to say that ‘someone’ should be you?” You question through gritted teeth, shrugging your shoulder hard out of her clawed grasp.

“I never said that,” she smiles, “but who am I to say it shouldn’t be?”

Pansy tauntingly walked away from you, a smug look on her face as she noticed just how obviously she had hurt you. You wanted to run away and cry, but you held it together for the sake of your last remaining dignity and so that you wouldn’t please your assailant even more than you already have.

Draco turned to stroll back towards the group with Blaise, his eyes landing on your shuddering figure and the broken look in your eyes as they met his. He looked around at the rest of the group who were talking amongst themselves, unknowing to them that Parkinson had just ripped a new one on you. She stood around them, looking at her nails with an uninterested look in her eyes and when she felt Draco’s eyes on her, she looked up and smiled at him innocently.

‘Bitch,’ you thought.

He slowly walked towards you, taking your hand and deeply frowning when you immediately slipped it out of his.

“What’s wrong?” His voice dripped with concern, his sad gray’s searching your face for any answer as to why you were suddenly acting so cold.

“I need to talk to you,” you breathed out. “Alone.”

He nodded, instinctively reaching out for your hand only for you to reject it again. He felt queasy at the response, his heart falling to his stomach as you turned around and began walking away. His legs were moving hastily behind you, a dooming tension had fallen between the two of you and he couldn’t for the life of him find a reason why.

Pansy’s words were like a game of pinball on a constant loop in your mind. Your thoughts were bumping and flying haphazardly as you tried to make sense of them and what you were about to do. And as much as you hated to admit it - the wench was right. You would never be able to offer Draco and his family anything that would ever be close to enough. You were just a sweet, regular Hufflepuff, someone far from who his family expected to date. And what if you did end up staying with him? You figured you would end up breaking up years later when he would be forced to marry someone else. Or in the slight chance, he fought against that, there was no way you’d forgive yourself if he lost his family and his future because of your own selfish needs.

You stopped at an empty corridor, sitting at one of the windowsills you regularly sat at with the platinum blond when the two of you snuck out at night to meet each other. Your head fell into your hands, your thoughts raging louder in your head and now through your body as you began to unwillingly shake. The held back tears had finally broken out in a waterfall of sadness, frustration, and grief.

Draco only watched, his heartbreaking at the sight as he kneeled in front of you, his hands resting on your knees while he tried to figure out what to say.

“Darling, please tell me what’s gotten you like this,” he pleads sadly. “If it’s about what Blaise said, I made a deal with him so he would try and help.”

“No, it’s not that,” you answered, choking back the lump in a feeble attempt to try and get yourself calmed down enough to talk to him.

He sat back on his heels, his hand running down his face in distress as he racked through his brain for anything else that might have gotten you like this. He let you cry for a bit, feeling useless as he watched you go through an internal battle he had no clue about.

“Then what is it? Tell me and I’ll fix it,” he says softly when he saw your tears had finally been reduced to stray droplets on your face.

“You can’t,” you sniffle. Your hand weakly brushed over his paled slender fingers that were holding your knee gently. He turned his palm upwards for you and you placed your shaking hand in his while you basked in the final moments of his warmth. You regrettably slipped out of his grip before you spoke the words you couldn’t take back. “We can’t be together anymore.”

Draco blinked, his stomach dropping as soon as the words left your mouth. “What?”

You stood up, backing away from him as you shook your head. “Everyone was right - I’ll never be good enough for you, for your friends, for your family. You deserve to be with someone who makes your life easier, not harder.”

“Where did all this come from?” He asks incredulously, standing up from his spot on the floor as he painfully watched your slowly retreating figure. “It’s all rubbish is what it is. You’ve never made my life harder.”

“Draco, look around you!” You exasperated, your arms flailing around you. “You had to make a deal with your own friends for them to even be nice to me. Your house can’t stand me and they take it out on the both of us! And what about your parents? You know for a fact they would hate me, don’t even try and deny it.”

Pale hands ran through his hair, his fingers pulling at the platinum strands in frustration.

“I thought you didn’t care about all that,” he said woefully. “I thought you’d know by now none of it matters.”

“Well, I care now,” you answer back gloomily. “And you should too.”

There was a spinning and nauseating feeling in the pit of the Slytherin’s stomach, his heart violently jumping around in his chest as he let you storm away from him.

He let his back fall against a pillar, a deep and burning exhale falling from his trembling lips while he stared at a live painting across from him. It was of three women, the chalices in their hands supposed to be joined in a toast above them while they smiled gleefully in celebration, 3 of Chalices, it read in the caption below the frame. Instead of being in their usual position, they stared at him with pity in their softly painted eyes as they slowly raised their cups towards him in a way of showing their condolences.

He nodded curtly at them before he kicked himself off the wall and dragged himself towards the Great Hall where they were serving dinner and where he would undoubtedly find his so-called friends. He prepared himself to break the news to them, knowing they would be over the moon about it and as much as he wanted to join them in their delight, he couldn’t push away the large ache that had settled itself in his chest.

“We’re done,” he muttered dreadfully to himself, “it’s over.”

He was testing out different ways he could tell everyone the long-awaited news but they all left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“I think you’ll all be delighted to know, Y/N-” he tried again but he lost his train of thought when he spoke your name. It was like taking an invisible kick to his heart as if Peeves the Poltergeist had somehow crawled into his body and was wreaking his usual havoc on his insides.

The second he stepped into the Great Hall and saw his group sitting there, eating and laughing amongst everyone else, he felt sick all over again. There was no way he could stomach the triumph they were about to unleash, but he sucked it up and drudged towards them anyway.

“You look ghastly,” Pansy snickers, already having a feeling as to why he looked so rough. He stopped at the bench, hesitating to sit down because he knew he’d want to dash the second everyone started to relentlessly bash you.

“Deal’s off, Zabini,” the blond spoke lowly. “I’m not with Y/L/N anymore so it doesn’t matter.”

“You’re better off without her, Malfoy,” Blaise said delightedly. “Can’t believe you nearly had us associating with a blood traitor. It’s better that she’s gone.”

“Yeah, we ought to thank Pansy for that,” Crabbe laughed loudly through a mouthful of food. Pansy kicked his shin under the table, and he recoiled too fast, the food in his mouth getting shot in the wrong direction as he started choking.

“Pansy?” Draco repeated, his eyes falling towards the shying girl. “What did Pansy do?”

“What?” Crabbe coughed roughly, “did no one else see her talking to the ickle Hufflepuff?”

Pansy kicked him again and he wailed out a “stop kicking me, you donkey!”

Any ounce of sadness Draco had in his body was immediately washed out in rage. He wanted to flip over the table and scream at everyone in his path, but he only turned towards Pansy again and asked her calmly.

“What did you say to her?”

“I only told her the truth!” She said coyly, holding her hands up in defense.

“What” his fist had slammed onto the table making everyone sitting near the contact jump in surprise, “did you say to her!”

“The truth! Or are you too blind to see it too?” She sneered at him. “Do you honestly think the two of you would last? Look at who you are, Draco!”

“Talk to me ever again and I swear I’ll hex you,” he spat, turning hot on his heel as he stormed out of the Great Hall, his friends staring at his retreating figure in shock at the outburst.

Draco found himself rushing through stairs and corridors, his heart racing as he searched for the place he just knew you’d be. Now that he knew the full story, he needed to talk to you. Even if you didn’t change your mind, he wanted to at least try to fix what had been broken. The tall and bronzed doors were ajar, a small light filtering through the dark corridor he was nearly running down.

A mop of bright silver hair had peaked through the crack in the doors of the Hogwarts kitchen, worried gray eyes following in suit as they searched the room for its target. He found you hunched over a small dessert plate, a half-eaten cake being drenched in your tears that never seemed to stop. There was a house-elf next to you, looking up at you from the floor in concern while they patted your leg.

“Mister!” a scraggly voice croaked out from below him. He looked down to find a rugged looking house-elf staring up at him with furrowed eyebrows and hands on its hips. “Students are prohibited in the kitchen.”

“There’s a student right there,” he pointed towards you.

“She’s an exception!” the elf exclaimed wildly.

Draco shook his head before walking past the small creature, power walking straight towards you while it ran behind him.

“Wait till Gonpy tells the Headmaster about this!” The elf calls, “Gonby asks your name, sir!””

“Vincent Crabbe,” Draco answers mindlessly as he continued walking towards the far end of the room that very closely resembled the Great Hall and its vastness.

The familiar accent rang through your ears, your glassy eyes shooting up in surprise when you see the reason for your tears hurrying towards you.

“Before you say anything, you need to listen to me,” he starts desperately once he reaches you. “I know it was Pansy who put those thoughts into your head. I know you think you’re not enough for me. And I know you think I was always complimenting you out of pity, but you couldn’t be more wrong about any of that. I say all those things to you because I mean it. You are everything to me. You are more than enough for me just by being you. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been and sometimes I wonder if I’m even good enough for you. But you need to understand how much I love you.”

“Draco,” you breathe, heart leaping in your chest at his rambling speech, “I love you too. But what about everyone else, how are we even supposed to be with each other in peace?”

“To hell with everyone else,” he responds quickly, walking around the edge of the table so that he was now only mere centimeters away from you. “Do you want to be with me?”

“Yes, of course,” you blink at him, “but do you really think your parents would let this happen?”

“We’ll deal with them when the time comes,” he mumbles, his hand finding its way to your puffy cheek where he let it rest. “Besides, my mother likes anything that makes me happy, so I know for a fact at least she will end up loving you just as much as I do.”

You nodded happily, a new hope bubbling in your stomach as you lurched towards him and hugged the stressed boy against you tightly. The both of you let out a breath of relief at the same time from the contact, finally feeling back in balance after the short-lived sorrow.

He pulled away from you and leaned down into you, his lips capturing yours in a tender and passionate kiss. That was when the elves you had forgotten about had quickly stopped eavesdropping, scurrying themselves away from the table as they went to start cleaning up the kitchen.

It was minutes before you had finally pulled away, looking dreamily into the happy gray’s that gazed back at you. You admired him for a couple seconds, feeling very content before you reached up towards him again, tangling your hands in his hair and pressing another kiss onto his now swollen lips. He moved needily against you, pushing your body flush the table as he held you tightly against him.

“Ahem,” a small voice uncomfortably called out from below. It was the same elf who had chased Draco down the kitchen when he walked in, a frown on his face as he stared at the two of you. “Gonpy and the house-elves make food here!”

“I’m sorry, Gonpy,” you hurriedly apologize, ripping yourself away from a ragged breathing Draco as you bent down to shake hands with the elf. “Thank you for making me cake and letting me cry here, you’re a Hogwarts hero.”

“Gonpy thanks you, Miss Y/L/N! The truest, kindest Hufflepuff!”

Draco bit back a smile at the interaction. You stood up and reached your hand behind you for the Slytherin to take and as the two of you walked away, he yelled out a quick, “Thanks Gonpy!”

And once the two of you were near the exit, he wrapped his arms around you from behind and pressed his body against your back, lowering his mouth towards your ear and kissing the skin right below it before whispering, “do you want to go back to my dorm?”

You nodded eagerly, giggling loudly as the two of you stumbled out of the door underneath his hold and into the dimly lit corridor before pulling apart and racing towards the direction of the dungeons with his hand interlocked in yours.

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raviliuz · 3 years

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Slytherin Boys' sexual orientation

Okay, let's start from the oldest so

Terence Higgs — bisexual

Honestly, Terence has never questioned himself about his orientation. His parents and older brother are really lovely, supportive people and he was raised to believe that it doesn't matters who do you love. So when he found out he is into both, he just shrugged it off, not finding it unusual. He has never actually come out, like "hey I have to tell you something... I'm bi". Nah, one day he just mentioned liking a boy in a conversation with parents

Marcus Flint — gay

Dude, it was hard for him. He's gay and he has been sure about that since he was 12 and had a GIANT crush on Charlie Weasley. Marcus himself is really tolerant, even though he doesn't look like he would, but his parents... Flint family is one of pureblood, noble families and Marcus is a huge disappointment for his parents. Not only does he have awful grades and can't even imagine working in Ministry but also turned out to be gay and stubborn enough to scare every girl his family introduced to him. But now he doesn't stay in touch with his family and his a happy person with an amazing boyfriend

Cassius Warrington — unlabeled

He was sure he's straight... Until he wasn't. He fell in love with a boy and it was harsh. Cass wanted to spend time with him and it was mutual. They became really close but Cassius still didn't find out he's attracted to him, not wanting to admit it even to himself. It caused a whole drama because Ernie (that boy) asked him out, being sure Warrington has feelings for him (like guys, he acted like they were already a couple). Cass blurted out he's not gay and fucked up pretty badly. Ernie was crying, Cassius realised he IS in love with him and was hating himself for hurting the boy. After a long talk with Terence, Cassius came to Ernie's dorm to explain his behaviour and say sorry. They are dating now. Cassius prefered to stay unlabeled, not really thinking about his orientation because naming it can be confusing and he doesn't want another crisis

Peregrine Derrick and Lucian Bole — straight

There is not much to talk about, they are straight. Never questioned it but they are really supportive and if one of them falls in love with a boy, he would just accept it. U know, being comfortable with your sexuality >> being confident about it

As a fun fact I can add that Lucian has no gag reflex which is a perfect topic for his friends to joke about. Terence once straight up said that he's wasting himself on being straight

Adrian Pucey — pansexual

Love is love, live in peace. Adrian, since he can remember, believes that gender doesn't matter. If a person is not a dickhead, he likes them and can love them. He did actually come out to his parents and friends but it's not much of a story, he has known they will support him and they do.

Graham Montague — i dont know how to name it

Okay, it's complicated. Graham doesn't think about his orientation at all. He doesn't really care about it, not liking naming things especially when there is no perfect term, which would describe him on point. He has been in love only with girls but he doesn't reject the thought of loving a boy or someone in-between. But the most important thing is that he doesn't seek for love. He doesn't find it necessary to be in a relationship, never trying to find a girlfriend or feeling the need to be in love. If he feels something, he will try it but it is not important for him. He would never use any type of dating app

Miles Bletchley — straight

He was questioning his orientation and wanted to try. Ernie (yes, the same Ernie from Cassius part, that's actually how Cass and Ernie got to know each other and became close) knowing how hard it is to be questioning orientation and seeking for true yourself, wanted to help. He and Miles started dating (it was clear for both of them that that can not work out and Miles might be straight and they were okay with it). Ernie was lovely but Miles became convinced he's straight, they are still close friends

Fun fact, Adrian was really opposed to the idea of dating someone to find out your orientation. He knows Miles made it clear and Ernie was okay with that, but Ade, being in love with his best friend, knows better than anyone that you cant choose who you love and you can fall in love knowing, you have no chances of dating that person. He was worried that Ernie, acting with Miles like a couple, might fall in love (it's not that hard when you are physically affectionate) and be hurt

Also — Draco bi, Theo Nott hetero-romantic, asexual, Blaise Zabini pan, Pansy Parkinson gay but likes making out with both, she just likes kissing and gender doesn't really matter, but yeah, loves girls

Well, it's longer than I thought it would be. Anyway, there was my school's day today and instead of lessons we have a topic day — every class had to choose a topic and dressed like that and decore classroom. My class did casino and it was awesome and I looked so hot and my tutor/main teacher did it with us and he was a dealer

I love my school (sometimes)

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heliads · 3 years

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Some Small Comfort

Based on this request: “reader is having a really bad day for no reason and Draco comforts her and one of the ways he does is kissing her forehead and wrapping his arms around her so she can bury herself into his chest”

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The wind is wild around you. It’s a cold, blustery day, and anyone in their right minds would have stayed firmly indoors, bodies turned instinctively towards a roaring fire in their common rooms. However, you are decidedly mad, and instead perch here in the creaking wooden stands, green and silver scarf wrapped around your neck as if the few feet of woven yarn will do anything to keep you warm.

It’s not like you’re alone, though. Hundreds of students are packed in around you, banners of emerald and sapphire being waved frantically through the air at opposite sides of the stands. It’s time for a Quidditch match, the semifinals of the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup. Your own beloved Slytherin is playing against Ravenclaw, who despite being stronger than the past couple of years is being steadily crushed by the swooping and soaring forms of seven green-cloaked players. Your cheers are ripped from your throat by the wind, joining the collective cacophony of the school as you all watch in awe.

“They’re going to win. No doubt about it.” You glance over your shoulder to see Pansy Parkinson. You and Pansy have not always been close friends, and the most you have in common with her is the house you share. She’s overly critical of the fact that you’ve been known to hang around with Potter, Weasley, and Granger. You’re a touch too haughty when you compare yourself with her. If you’re supposed to spend time with people who make you a better person, you’re not entirely sure you’ll find that same company with Pansy. That being said, there is a certain rush in being able to say what you want about whoever you want and share gloating laughs with another girl clad in viridian. It’s always a little more fun to pretend to be the villain, isn’t it?

You flash Pansy a grin. “As if there was a chance they wouldn’t. Slytherin is Ravenclaw but with muscle. It’s easy to see that those blue prats wouldn’t last ten minutes.” Pansy smirks at that. “Besides, it’s easy to cheer them on when you’ve got your star seeker boyfriend, don’t you? I hate to say it, but the two of you are cute together.” You feel your cheeks heat up as she says it, even as you know Pansy only speaks to get a rise out of you. “I’m glad you approve of our relationship. I would be utterly devastated if you didn’t.”

Pansy turns her attention back to the game. “Speaking of which, Malfoy would be utterly devastated if you don’t start paying attention. I think he’s about to win.” You tear your gaze away from your friend to stare excitedly back at the pitch. Sure enough, Draco has spun his broom into a deep dive, plunging farther and farther through the air until at last he snatches at something and rights himself, arm held triumphantly up. Even from this distance, you can see the victorious look on his face and the small golden sphere trapped in his hand, white wings beating uselessly against his palm.

Your shout of triumph is drowned out by Lee Jordan’s voice, which echoes across the Quidditch pitch. “And that’s it- Malfoy has caught the snitch- Slytherin has won. I hate to say it, but it was a good performance from Slytherin all around. We all know we’ll thrash you at the championships, though, you can count on that-” Lee’s hurried speech is cut off by the sound of Professor McGonagall chastising him for a certain lack of impartial commentating. You and the rest of the Slytherins rise up in boos against Lee, although you can’t stay angry for long. Draco has won, what more could you care about?

You rush down through the stands to the grounds below, feeling your heels fly across the packed earth. Draco’s already waiting for you outside of the locker rooms. His face, which you can tell he’s trying his hardest to keep neutral and unimpressed, breaks into a smile when he sees you. You run over to him and he picks you up, wrapping his arms around your waist. You beam up at him. “You were amazing, Draco. Honestly. That last catch was fantastic.” Draco shrugs as if it’s nothing, but you can tell that he’s secretly thrilled himself.

“It was fairly easy against Ravenclaw. Gryffindor’s next, though, in a couple of weeks. They’ll be the actual competition.” You scoff. “Gryffindor is nothing. You’ll handle them just fine, I promise.” Draco leans forward to kiss you. Even despite the bite of the wind, you can still feel a sudden burst of heat radiating through you. “Well, as long as I’ve got you I know I’ll be fine. I looked for you in the stands, you know.” You smile up at him. “I was there. Always am.”

The whole castle is in a buzz over the game. The Ravenclaw team has been training nonstop in preparation, but Slytherin still beat them easily. At this rate, the Hogwarts final will be a walk in the park. Draco still heads out to the pitch all the time, broom in hand and ready to practice, but you can tell by the ease in his shoulders that he’s ready to win.

Your footsteps echo through the stone corridors, joining the storm of chatter that bounds off of the arched hallways. You doubt Hogwarts has ever been quiet in its long history- too many students, too many spells, never enough time for silence to draw a breath. As you round a corner, though, you’re struck by a sudden lull in the hubbub that surrounds you. It’s brief, but just enough that you recognize a few voices. Hermione, Ron, and a few others.

You pause. You were intending to go back to your common room and finish up a few essays, but you’ve got no actual plans to fill your time. Why not go chat with your friends? You switch directions, crossing over the hallway to turn around a bend and rejoin the Gryffindors. You’re hidden from them by the stone corner of the wall, and you’re almost about to catch up to them when you hear more of their conversation. With a sinking feeling, you realize you know exactly what they’re talking about.

Ron is speaking now. “-and that’s what I was talking about. Quidditch tryouts are going to be opening up next year, and a lot of the oldest members of the team will be leaving. I’d go out and practice, but the field’s swamped with everyone trying to do the same thing I am and learn broom skills before the summer.” Hermione clicks her tongue understandingly. “I have the same issue around exam season. All I want to do is go to the library in peace, and then it’s swarmed with all the kids doing their best not to fail.”

She hesitates a second. “Actually, remind me if you’ve got any brooms to spare. Y/N and I were talking about going over some Quidditch skills. Everyone around us plays the sport, and all flying lessons stopped after the first year. We were thinking it would do some good to have a refresher on the finer points of broomstick flying.” Ron laughs, muttering something about the finer points of broomstick flying, really, Hermione, you’re making it sound so dull under his breath. However, a new voice rings out beside them, and you realize that you recognize it. It’s Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He must still be anxious over the recent Slytherin victory and the upcoming crushing defeat awaiting the Gryffindors, because his voice is cold.

“The Slytherin? Why the hell would you want that?” It’s not just the fact that he didn’t say your name, or the way you can practically see him turning to Hermione in shock. It’s the disgust in his voice, the sheer revulsion in his voice at the thought of ever speaking to you. He says Slytherin in the same way you might say vermin or dementor, and it cuts you to the core. You’re remembering key facets of Oliver Wood now, the way he clings to the Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry with as much fervor as he does to his broom. He would never see you as anything more than a snake, and to be honest, the same is likely true with Ron and Hermione. They’re not defending you right now, are they? No, they’re just continuing on with the conversation.

You feel sick to your stomach. You had considered them friends, people you could talk with and not regret a thing. Did they see you as anything more than the one average Slytherin, someone they would tolerate to your face and loathe behind your back? You turn away from them, shouldering your bag and walking hurriedly back down the hall so they can’t see you. You head straight down towards the Slytherin common rooms, but with every step you can feel your spirits sinking. One of the worst hurts is when a friend insults you, but this is worse. They don’t even think of you as a friend, and they would have no problems with tossing you aside.

Finally, you reach the seemingly innocuous stretch of stone wall that marks the entrance to the Slytherin common room. You stand before it, muttering the password under your breath. “Hemlock.” The wall slides away, revealing the long-awaited common room. Usually, your eye would be drawn to the intricately carved stone ceiling and columns, the tall bookcases of dark wood that house every manuscript you can think of, but not today. Even the roaring fire in its wrought iron gate seems cold, the emerald-cushioned chairs unappealing. You feel like you have a lump in your throat that seems to choke you if you even think of straying by the other students, and so you hurry on your way to your dorm. You’re not sure you want to be alone right now, but it’s better than having to force yourself to speak to anyone else.

However, it doesn’t look like you’ll get the opportunity to finally escape. A voice calls out to you as you cross the common room, and you groan inwardly as you realize it’s Draco. His tone is light, unburdened, but it hesitates with worry as he takes in your twisted face. He walks over to you, taking your hand in his. “Are you alright?” You try to tell him that you’re fine, cook up some lie that you’re just tired, but your tongue doesn’t seem to want to move. His eyes glance over the students clustered around the fire and chairs, unwanted ears that could hear your conversation, and an understanding seems to dawn on him.

Instead, he guides you over to the window seat on the far side of the common room, the one that holds the swirling waters of the lake behind it instead of a view of the grounds. He sits down, reaching out for you. He pulls you close, letting your head rest against his chest. Your legs stretch out over the window seat, and you watch as the shifting lights of the lake tint the air around you a comforting green. Draco’s voice is quiet when he finally speaks.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” You sigh. “It’s nothing, just- Well, I was walking back here and I heard Ron, Hermione, and a couple of other Gryffindors talking. My name came up, and one of them seemed so disapproving, like he hated me just because of my house. I know we do the same thing to them, probably worse, but it still hurt in the moment.” You can feel him tensing underneath you, head tilting slightly in anger. You look up at him, shaking your head slightly. “Don’t do anything. I don’t even think they thought about it much. It’s not worth it to get a detention so close to the game.”

Draco presses a kiss to your forehead. “You’re too nice to them. They don’t deserve to be around you, and if they can’t see that, then I pity them. You’re far better than any of them, and they know it. They’re probably scared.” You chuckle quietly. “Only you could turn an insult into a compliment. I’m not sure they’re scared of me, I’m not very threatening.” Draco runs his fingers absentmindedly over your arm, tracing invisible patterns into your skin. “Maybe you’re not looking hard enough. I think you could hex any one of them into the hospital wing if you tried.”

You laugh in spite of yourself. “I think you just want me to hex them.” Draco smiles. “What’s wrong with that?” You roll your eyes, but you can already feel your mood lightening. “Thank you for listening.” Draco pulls you closer to him, nestling your head against his heart. “I’d do it any day you ask. You know that.” And you do.

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Draco Malfoy x Reader

SUMMARY - His father threatening to kill you, if he doesn't break up with you.

WARNING - Mention of death, heartbreak.

GENRE - Angst, with a fluffy ending.

A/N - I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense, I changed my mind in the middle of writing this.

It was a chilly Monday morning and you were heading to breakfast until two strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Immediately you realized that it was your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.

"Morning, you look fantastic, as always." He whispered in your ear. "So do you." You responded with clear fondness in your voice. At that, he only chuckled and you both continued walking to the Great Hall for breakfast.

When you got there, you took your usual seats next to Crabbe and Goyle, who were already stuffing their mouths with different types of food. You simply scoffed at their silliness and started to pile f/f on your white plate.

From time to time you would glance sideways, where Draco sat, and would simply examine his features. His snow-white hair, which you could run your hand's trough all night, his pink, soft lips, which you could kiss all-day. You could hardly tear your eyes off from his handsome characteristics. To you, he was simply perfect.

Your daydream got interrupted when the owls with all of the students' mail flew in. There were so many owls in the air, flying and dropping off different types of letters and boxes, each and every one bigger than the last. Sadly, your parents hadn't sent a letter or a parcel for you, this week.

Feeling a little bummed, you turned to your blonde boyfriend, who seemed to have got quite a lot of letters from his father and mother, but he didn't seem happy or pleased to see this many letters in front of him.

Hesitantly, Draco picked one up and opened it. It was a simple, beige envelope, with his family's seal on it. When he started to read, his eyes widened with each line he read.

You had never seen him this frightened and shocked. He quickly folded up the white piece of paper and stood up. Mumbling a "see you in class" to Crabbe and Goyle, he hurriedly exited the Great Hall, leaving you absolutely confused.

After finishing your breakfast, you headed to your next class, which happened to be Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall, and it also appeared to be one of your classes, that you didn't have with your suitor.

After transforming a pigeon into an opal, you exited the classroom and went to your following class, Potions with Professor Snape. Luckily, you were one of Snape's favorite students and you had this class with Draco. You hoped, that you would get an explanation of his weird behavior from this morning.

When you opened the heavy wooden doors, you saw an irritating sight. In your seat, sat Pansy Parkinson, instead of you. You were baffled because usually, Draco would save you that seat and you would work together, but instead, there sat Pansy pug face Parkinson, which you loathed, for she didn't only cling to your boyfriend, but also was entirely rude to you.

You made your way through rows of seats to sort it out with both: your partner and your enemy.

"What is she doing in my seat? What is going on! Explain to me that now!" You screamed in their faces, while your blood was flowing with anger.

"Simple, I don't want to see you anymore y/n. This morning, I realized that I don't want to be seen with a ghastly and idiotic person like you, but want to be with a wonderful and devoted girl like Pansy." He unhurriedly explained to you, while Pansy was grinning as wide as she can, and it didn't look even near attractive "What? Why? What did I do?" You desperately asked your now ex-boyfriend. "Because you're horrendous and your behavior is nowhere near tolerable, you talk while sleeping and are scared of every single thing. You have no manners and no grace, you're simply repellant." In the end, you could almost hear his voice break a little, but you dismissed it as your mind playing tricks on you. "Yeah, so get lost!" Pansy screamed loudly enough, so the whole class could hear.

With tears in your eyes, you ran out of the classroom and didn't look back, even when professor Snape started shouting your name. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Where did you go? You ran to the forbidden forest, while tears were streaming down your red cheeks. While having blurry eyesight, you still managed to find a tree and you slid down to the ground. You were hurt by his words, you were hurt by his behavior, and most of all, hurt by the way he let Pansy call you all those horrible names.

A fairly familiar and worried voice disrupted your train of thought. ‘’ Y/n, I’m sorry, I can’t take it! I didn’t mean any of it! Please, answer me! ‘’ It called, sorrowfully. You jumped at the familiar tone, only to realize it was your true love, the one that hurt you, that broke your heart just a few moments ago.

''Y/n please! I'm sorry, my father told me he would hurt you if I didn't leave you willingly!'' He yelled, almost close to tears.

Without thinking, you responded: ''Why Draco? Why would you even listen to him? You know you can tell me anything? Why didn't you just say something, we would have figured it out together!''

He finally found the tree you were slumped at and immediately engulfed you in a hug. ''I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of that. Hell, it hurt so bad. It hurt seeing the tears in your eyes. I can't take it when you cry.'' Malfoy revealed.

After many ''I'm sorry's'' and a few minutes of Draco sobbing into your shoulder, you accepted his apology and agreed to solve it together. He lifted you to your feet and kissed you. It was slow and passionate, filled with love.

''I'm truly sorry, my love. I promise to always come to you with a problem, so we can solve it together.'' Draco resolved. "Okay Malfoy, now stop being such a crybaby and tell Pansy whatever you said wasn't true and that it's over.'' : you stated. ''Whatever you say, darling '': he responded lovingly.

While sneaking an arm around your waist, you both strolled back to Hogwarts to receive the detention Professor McGonagall will have given oh so graciously.

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