#percykin

[strawberrytopaz]

Percy de Rolo Icons [TLOVM]

#tlovmedit #tlovm percy #percy de rolo #de rolo family #edit #icons #aesthetic #aestheitcs #tlovm #the legend of vox machina #vox #vox machina au #fyppage #fypfypfypfypfypfypdypfypfypfypfypfypfyfpfyfpfyp #fypchallenge #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #percival de rolo #percykin #ahooga

[fictionkinfessions]

For the happy memories ask game : I've got a few on hand !

As wrh, I'd say meeting my half sister for the first time. As toji, for sure marrying my first wife (and meeting my second one later, too, though sadly that wedding was a little disastrous lol), holding megumi for the first time after they were born, and just living with my kids as a whole. As percy, kissing jason after pining after him for FOREVER was it.

Heh, remembering all of these still brings a smile to my face !

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #happy mems #seekin #shipping issue #tojikin #percykin #mod party cat!

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Me Too?- Percy Weasley x OC

Percy Weasley x Cassandra Foster

Description: After being teased by Fred and George, Percy asks his girlfriend to paint his nails.

Word Count: 1.6k

‘Where in the world could that noise be coming from?’ Percy thought as he walked through the corridors of the Gryffindor Tower. It was nearly two in the morning, and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out who would be up so late. It sounded like mindless chatter coming from one of the rooms, he had to listen carefully to find the source. There was a weird smell in the air that grew stronger the closer he got to the destination. Just a few seconds later he found himself in front of his brothers’ dorm room. Percy rolled his eyes, he should have known they’d be behind this. 

“What are you lot still doing up this late?” Percy questioned as he walked into the twins’s dorm room. “Shouldn’t you guys- what are you doing?” He stopped in his tracks as he took in his surroundings. Lee, Kenneth and Louis were laying on their own bed in various positions. Corinne and Mallorie laid across George’s bed facing Fred’s bed where he, George and, to Percy’s surprise, Cassandra were sitting all facing each other. All heads turned to him when he walked in and he saw Cassandra smile. 

“Hey Perce, how’s patrol going?” She asked, forgetting his earlier question. Percy stood there for a second, not knowing if he should stop and talk while on patrol. 

“Hey space cadet, back to Earth,” Mallorie giggled before looking around at the other’s confused faces. “Muggle term,” she explained. Percy finally decided to step in and closed the door behind him. He’d been on patrol long enough. 

“Uh, it’s been fine. I could hear you guys making noise from the common room though, you might want to keep it down or else Professor McGonagall will come up.” By the time he finished, he was beside Cassandra. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, prompting her to lean into his touch. 

“Aw lighten up Ickle Percykins,” Fred teased from across her. 

“Yeah, it’s Friday night- well, I guess it’s Saturday now. As long as we don’t leave the tower, it’s free reign,” George added from beside his twin. Percy couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his brothers- even if they were right. 

“Fred you need to hold still,” Cassandra demanded, grabbing the older twin’s hand again. 

“My arm feels like it’s about to fall off,” the boy groaned in response but still obliged, shifting to get more comfortable then holding his arm still for her. Percy furrowed his eyebrows and looked between them. 

“What are you guys doing?” He questioned, curiosity shining in his voice. He watched as George held something out for his girlfriend, who took it. It looked like a small vial of red potion, but when she opened it that same strong smell entered his nostrils. It made him cringe internally and his nose scrunched up. 

“And what is that?” He continued. Cassandra glanced up at him and giggled at his expression before holding up the bottle. 

“I was painting Mallorie’s nails then Fred and George said they wanted me to paint their nails as well. I’ve already done George’s, but Fred can’t stay still.” George held up his hands to show his newly painted black nails while Fred stuck his tongue out at her. She giggled in response and continued to paint his nails. Percy watched her until she finished then used a drying spell on Fred’s nails. 

“Hey Percy,” Corinne called, effectively catching his attention. “Why don’t you let Cassie paint your nails?” Lee, Mallorie and Kenneth nodded in agreement. 

“Nah, no way he’d let her do it,” Fred stated, shaking his head. 

“Yeah, it’ll ruin his perfect prefect image,” George added teasingly. Percy felt the tips of his ears burn, then he saw his girlfriend’s shoulders slump a bit as she realized the twins were probably right. 

“Lay off you guys, if he doesn’t want his nails painted then he doesn’t have to,” Cassandra came to his defense. Even though she said that, he could still practically feel her disappointment about it. He stayed silent for a moment in thought before finally stepping beside Fred. 

“Move over,” he instructed. The older twin looked surprised, everyone did as a matter of fact. Cassandra looked ecstatic though. 

“Wait, seriously?” She asked hopefully. Percy let a small smile slip and he nodded as Fred moved to go sit by Mallorie. 

“Yeah, why not? It’s just some colored nails,” he responded simply as he sat in the place his brother previously occupied. His girlfriend all but squealed as she began digging through the bag beside her. 

“What color do you want? I have red, purple, green, white, black-”

“Black is fine,” Percy informed her. Cassandra nodded and grabbed the bottle. He watched her tap it against her palm to mix it before opening it. Just before the brush touched his nail, she stopped and looked at him. 

“You’re sure you want to do this?” She asked one last time. Percy gave her a small but genuine smile then nodded. She returned the smile then began painting his nails. It was a weird feeling to Percy, he’d never had his nails painted before and it showed. 

“Perce, I love you more than life itself, believe me. But if you don’t stop moving I’m going to cut your hand off,” she stated, trying not to get frustrated. By now Kenneth, Louis, George and Corinne had fallen asleep. Those who were still awake laughed though. Percy turned red and chuckled awkwardly, apologizing. It didn’t take long for her to finish after she said that and she cast a drying spell on his nails like she did Fred’s.

“All done babe,” she said before looking around. Everyone else had fallen asleep by now, and Cassandra didn’t look too far off. Percy took a second to admire her handiwork before looking at her again. 

“They look great darling, well done,” he responded simply. The girl seemed happy about his approval shortly before a yawn escaped her lips. Percy smiled fondly at her then stood. 

“You should probably get back to your dorm and get some sleep. It’s late,” he suggested. Cassandra wasn’t in any state to disagree, so she simply stood. Percy led her back to her room and gave her a chaste kiss before heading to his own dorm and falling asleep soon after. 

The next morning during breakfast Cassandra sat with the twins, Mallorie, Corinne and Lee talking about the previous night. She laughed at something Fred said before the boy in question looked to the entrance of the Great Hall. 

“Here comes Ickle Percykins,” he teased. Cassandra rolled her eyes at him then followed his gaze. The others weren’t far behind him. 

“What is he wearing?” Mallorie questioned. And that really was the question. Rather than wearing his usual business casual suit, Percy was wearing comfortable jeans as well as a plain white t-shirt under what looked like a red windbreaker jacket. Cassandra’s mouth dropped open at the sight.

“I wasn’t aware he even owned clothes other than suits and pajamas,” Corinne commented, not taking her eyes off the older Weasley. 

“Neither did we,” Fred started. 

“And we live with him,” George added just before Percy stopped in front of them. 

“Morning,” Percy greeted simply before sitting down beside his girlfriend. Everyone looked around at each other unsurely, but Percy didn’t seem to notice as he grabbed some toast and began to spread jam on it. 

“Uh, morning love,” Cassandra started. “Since when do you have these?” She gestured to his outfit, a curious look on her face. The boy looked at her, then down at his clothes, then at her again. 

“Not long. But you painting my nails made me want a change today. It’s not like there’s something important going on today,” he responded. Though he attempted to sound nonchalant, the group could sense some tension in his shoulders. He obviously wanted them to like his outfit, but he’d never say that. Cassandra pursed her lips, mulling over his answer. She didn’t have time to say something before Corinne did. 

“Well I think you look nice,” she stated, continuing to eat. Percy seemed relieved by her words, and he shot her a thankful smile. 

“Yeah, you look great,” Mallorie added. “This style suits you.” The others either nodded or verbally showed their support. Percy grinned and thanked them before finally looking at Cassandra again. After staring at him for a few minutes, the girl smiled. 

“Yeah, I agree. You look cute,” she giggled when he blushed. The twins snickered at the interaction then stood. 

“Well, we’ve got to get going,” Fred started, grabbing Mallorie’s hand so she would stand.

“Yep,” George continued, mirroring his brother’s actions so Corinne stood. “Lots to do today.” Percy furrowed his brows and stared at them. 

“What do you mean?” He inquired. The boys only gave him a mischievous grin then walked off with their respective girlfriends. Percy looked at Cassandra. 

“What are they talking about?” He asked, resting his arms on the table. 

“You don’t know?” Cassandra asked, continuing when she saw his confusion increase. “Some Ministry members are coming to the school to recruit students.” Percy didn’t react at first, but then he began laughing. She couldn’t be serious. 

“Very funny Cass, the Ministry doesn’t come until the fourteenth,” he responded between laughter. The girl gave him an incredulous look. 

“It is the fourteenth Perce,” she responded. The boy continued to laugh until he examined her expression. Then his laughter faded. She was serious. 

“Oh Merlin,” he panicked, standing up and rushing out of the Great Hall. Cassandra watched amusedly before turning back to her eggs. Lee, who was still sitting across from her, looked at her confused. 

“Why’d you tell him it was the fourteenth? That isn’t for another week,” he asked. The girl attempted to hold back a smile as she took another bite. 

“You think the twins are the only ones that like to mess with Percy?” Was her only response.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #percy weasley #percy weasley imagine #percy weasley x oc

[calling-for-kins]

Hi! I'm Percy from Critical Role and I'm looking for the rest of Vox Machina. In my canon I am trans and dating Vax. I'm hoping to find Keyleth or maybe my sister Cassandra!

🔮

#percykin #criticalrolekin #fictionkin #kin call #kin calls

[piercingpercy]

New blog for kin stuff, assuming I actually use Tumblr much, since I’ve been feeling dreadfully lonely lately. I’ll probably post memories (fully trigger tagged and sorted) under read mores, etc. Most of my anons to other blogs are tagged with “~ Percival” or “~ Percy” as well.

No promises for actual posts if I’m really honest, but we’ll see. I’ll definitely still respond to messages and things, I’m just not overly active on the site anymore and predominantly use Discord—speaking of, are there any servers for the community?

#Critical Role kin #Percy de Rolo kin #Percival de Rolo kin #Percykin #criticalrolekin #CRkin #CR kin #fictionkin

[fictionkinfessionsarchived]

being a percy kin and also pagan is beyond weird. on the one hand, The Gods Are Terrible. on the other, excuse me while i build a shrine. - #perseawaves

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #perseawaves #percykin #pjokin #religion cw #Anonymous #mod party cat!

[kinhelping]

Percy Jackson : Percy Jackson - anonymous

#percy jackson kin #percy kin #percykin #pj kin #pjkin #aesthetic

[aquabluemarshmellows]

Percy Jackson is bi and loved Grover

#let 👏me👏have👏my👏boyfriend #pjokin #percykin #percyjacksonkin #searant #Grover appreciation #grover underwood

[bunkernine]

69 mayo's only good as a side dish yanno... dip a head of ice burg lettuce in there, yum

congrats! this is disgusting for reasons left unsaid! i hate this so much 😭😭😭 here's your Leo Stan card, never repeat these words again 😩

((doing a few a day and you're day ???? 💕))

#indigo 🏄‍♂️ #bunker69 follower celebration #the funniest part is how i couldve made them transparent but i felt like not doing that made it more leo ish #here u go percykin 😩

[kin-squad-finder]

Hey, I'm a fictive of Percy Jackson from PJO/HOO and I'm looking for anyone. I don't remember much other than some bad memories but I would rather not share those in an ask. Like/reblog this or contact me @obituaryz

@obituaryz

#percyjacksonkin #percykin #pjokin #hookin #mod a #Anonymous

[thora-jane]

Twin-Way Mirror pt iii

Series Summary: You've been friends with the Weasley twins since your first train to Hogwarts, but as the three of you start your 6th year, you start to question if your feelings go beyond friendship.

Summary for Pt 3: The twins help you to get settled and together you catch up on how your summers have been

Warnings: none!

Word count: 2,321

female!reader, 2nd person POV

Series Summary: You've been friends with the Weasley twins since your first train to Hogwarts, but as the three of you start your 6th year, you start to question if your feelings go beyond friendship.

Summary for Pt 1: After recalling how you first met Fred and George, you finally arrive at the burrow and reunite with your favorite twins.

Warnings: none!

Word count: 2,196

female!reader, 2nd person POV

***

The three soon-to-be fourth years had brought in your things, and as you carried the owl cage and your yarn bag, Fred and George Carried your trunk, navigating up around the narrow bends of the staircases that wove their way through the burrow.

“Ginny offered to have you stay in her room-”

“But Hermione’s already there.”

“Harry’s sharing Ron’s room-”

“And ickle Percykins is too big headed and busy with important ministry work to share his room.”

The two let their conversation bounce back and forth before finishing in unison.

“So you’re staying in our room!”

“Don’t worry,” George nodded seriously as he kicked their door open, “All explosions shall be kept to a minimum, particularly during the wee hours of the night.”

“We understand that beauty sleep is very important to a lady at this stage in life. And we would not want to be the cause of you being any uglier than you already are,” Fred added, mirroring George’s tone as they set down your trunk in their room. After which George promptly smacked him on the head.

“How dare you insult our lovely guest. You foul git, no wonder you’re not her favorite!” You smiled to yourself, placing the cage on the windowsill and your bag on the cot. The two were still shoving each other, but as you turned around you were able to get the first good look at them that you’ve had in months.

They had both shot up so much in the past few months. And their hair, it was even longer than Harry or Ron’s.

It didn’t look too bad, either.

“Careful there, Eros might come back and fly straight into your mouth if you leave it hanging open like that,” George cracked, “Why the open drawbridge?”

You realized you might have been staring for a second, not only that, but your mouth wasn’t exactly closed. You clamped your jaw shut, then opened your mouth again to stammer out, “Your hair’s so...so tall.” You could feel your voice crack at the last word, and you immediately regretted it.

The two boys nearly fell on each other with laughter, gathering up a handful each of their hair and holding it up so it stood on end. Between laughs they both gasped out, “Your HAIR! So TALL!”

You sighed and rubbed a hand over your face. Grabbing a pillow off of one of the twin’s beds, you smacked them both with it. But your beating left no impact on their fits of giggles and instead they grabbed you hands and pulled you into a group hug, messing up your hair before you shoved their arms off with a grin and exasperated sigh.

“Shouldn’t we go wash up? I’m starving,” You said, trying to squeeze in between the twins and out the doorway. You paused, turning to the twin nearest to you and leaning up to their face, staring rather closely.

“Urm…(y/n)? What are you doing?” They hesitated, not breaking eye contact, but freezing up when you tucked their hair behind their ear. Your hand lingered slightly as you searched for a cluster of freckles but came up empty.

“Just trying to figure out which one you are. It’s a bit difficult with all that hair. Nice to see you again, Freddie.” You smiled, patting him on the head before heading off to the bathroom to wash up. You couldn’t hear exactly what had happened, but you figured one of them had smacked the other on the head again. It was a wonder no one had ever gotten a concussion with all the smacking and hitting that happened.

***

Dinner with the Weasleys was never a dull moment. Hardly anything was a dull moment with the Weasleys around. Soon enough, the nine of you retired to the living room, where you and Molly sat working on your projects while everyone else buzzed with excitement that you’d be off to the Quidditch World Cup in the morning.

“(y/n), you’re going to love it. It’s Ireland against Bulgaria and for sure Ireland is going to win!” One of the twins exclaimed from their spot behind you. Ron started to argue, going on about how Viktor Krum was far better than all of Ireland put together.

“He’s a fine example of what the true art of Quidditch can be! You of all people would appreciate that, right (y/n)?” Ron pleaded, ignoring Fred and George’s show of swoons and sighs and Ginny’s giggles from her spot on the couch. It was true, you were a fan of Quidditch, but you weren’t quite that great at it, something about it just didn’t quite stick with you.

But in no way were you bad at flying. You were actually fantastic at flying, and you loved it. In your first year of flying courses at Hogwarts, not only had you managed to exceed at flying, but you were also the only one to successfully dabble in broom tricks when Madame Hooch wasn’t looking. Flying wasn’t a game for you, it was more of a dance.

But of course, Quidditch was no dance.

“I’d like to see (y/n) try and play quidditch,” a twin laughed, sitting down next to your spot on the floor, laying back so his head was resting in your lap, “Artfulness only gets you so far, Ronald, but you need more than cool tricks to be good at Quidditch,” He looked up at you, an apologetic grin on his face, “no offense, of course.”

You looked down at him, his hair spread out on your yarn as he smiled up at you, eyes scanning your face for a moment. For a second, everything seemed to go quiet. Of course, it didn’t actually fall quiet, the other Weasleys continued on with the conversation. But you and Fred (your best guess, at least) didn’t say a word as you sat there, looking down at his head in your lap. It was the quietest he had been since before dinner. His face seemed so patient, like he wasn’t going to say anything until you said something first, like he was waiting for you to do something, or come up with some sort of response.

You felt your face get warmer, and your mind quickly made the excuse that the cause was from his breath. After all, his face was close enough to yours that you could feel him breathing on you.

You shrugged off the thought that this interaction held any particular meaning as you stuck out your tongue and poked him in the nose with your hook, “Get outta my face, Fred,” you retorted, biting back a smile.

He shot back to sitting in front of you, turning around so he could face you again as he leaned in with a frown, “Come now, I’m sorry I hurt your feelings but there’s no need to call me ugly! We both know you could make it onto the team if Oliver wasn’t such a stiff and Harry wasn’t an insufferable golden boy.”

You paused, setting down your yarn and hook. In the background you thought you heard Harry object to the twin’s comment, but you paid more attention to the face of the boy in front of you, tucking his long hair behind his ear and tilting his head in order to get a good look behind his ear. Freckles.

“My apologies, George,” you answered, not moving your hand from the side of his face.

“None taken, my fine lady friend,” He smiled, keeping his head still, “After all, noticing the subtle differences and nuanced signs of beauty is a skill that is only acquired through rigorous practice.”

You smirked, debating whether to move your hand or not. You could almost swear he was leaning into your touch, but you ignored the thought, “I take it you’ve had the practice?”

“Oh, years of it,” he winked. He opened his mouth again to say something else, but before he had the chance, Mr. and Mrs. Weasely stood up, announcing that they were off to bed.

“You kids ought to get some rest too, we leave bright and early tomorrow morning,” Mr. Weasely said, glancing over at all of you, “We’re meeting up with the Diggorys and it’s best not to keep Amos waiting.”

Shortly after, Ginny and Hermione got up and said their goodnights. Then Harry and Ron. After that, it was just you and the twins sitting around in the living room, with George had draped himself across the couch, Fred sitting on the floor leaning against the chair, and you sitting in the middle of the floor, lying on your back with your arms tucked behind your head.

“What about your summer, (y/n)? You’ve been awfully quiet about what you’ve been up to the past few months,” George asked lazily, his hand tucked under his chin as he watched you work at the lion's hat.

“Oh, not much. A bit of reading, a bit of yarn work, letter writing. Also having my parents pester me about studying traditional school subjects, but that’s nothing new,” You sighed, craning your neck to look back at him, “I don’t lead as exhilarating a life as you guys think I do.”

But George didn’t really seem to hear that last bit, “I don’t get it. You’re a witch. You’ve spent the past five years learning magic, wouldn’t those be your traditional subjects? That doesn’t really make sense. And besides, what if you decide to live fully in our world? Muggle University wouldn’t do you that much good, would it?” He rolled off the couch and laid down next to you, “I mean, say you were to live with us for the rest of your life. It wouldn’t matter much how in depth you know the muggle world, right?”

You paused, setting your project down on your chest, “I suppose you’re right,” you sighed, stretching your arms in front of you before placing them at your side, “But good luck explaining that to my mum and dad.”

“And what if we did?” Fred piped up, crawling over to be with the two of you, “What would they do? Not charm us with their lack of magic? How threatening! Oh, hold me (y/n) I’m quivering in my socks!” He declared, grabbing your hand and hugging it to his chest, “Will they dare recite their ‘traditional muggle subjects’ at me? How terrible!”

You laughed not pulling away as you waved your free hand dramatically in front of the three of you, “Traffic regulations! Basic laws of parliament! Analysis of English literature! Taxes! Maths!”

“Oh! I’m so scared!” he cried in a high-pitched voice, holding your hand tighter as he curled up into your side, “Don’t let them take me, (y/n)!” he mumbled into your shoulder. You couldn’t tell if he was laughing, or fake crying. Either way, you chuckled a bit before leaning your head against his with a sigh.

“I mean it though,” George started again as he rolled onto his front and stared up at the empty fireplace, “If you stayed with us in the wizarding world, would they still make you go to a muggle university?”

You looked at him thoughtfully before reaching up and ruffling his hair, “I’m not sure, Georgie. I suppose we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, yeah?” He looked down at you and stuck out his tongue, which you took as an agreement, before looking back to the clock.

“It is rather late, isn’t it?” you asked. Before he could respond, Fred started fake-snoring into your shirt sleeve, having not moved from when he curled up in the first place.

“Oh shut up, you big baby,” George rolled his eyes, nudging his brother’s head with his foot, “I’m going to bed. If this menace gives you any heartache just holler for your knight in shining armor and I’ll send mum to get his arse.” Fred mumbled something into your shoulder, hugging you close as George lightly kicked him again.

After George had started upstairs, you tilted your head to face Fred, “Do you plan on moving anytime soon, Freddie?” You smiled as he pulled you closer, mumbling something again before looking up at you.

“What if I’m already asleep?’’ he asked, a stupid grin on his face, “What would you do then? Awake a sleeping beauty? You wouldn’t. Would you?” he leaned up and kissed your forehead, “that would be a crime.”

For a second you could have sworn your heart stopped. You guys didn’t do kisses, did you? Mrs. Weasley did, and you once kissed Ron and Percy on the cheek as a joke. But you and the twins never did kisses. Was this a new thing? It might be. Part of you hoped it was.

You paused, several questions bubbling up in your mind. It was then that you noticed the look on Fred’s face, his brow furrowed and his eyes were scanning your face, “You alright, (y/n)?” He seemed nervous, and you could feel his arms pull back slightly.

After a moment, you smiled and sat up, “Never better. I am a bit tired though, and we have to get up early. We ought to go to bed, right?” You stood up, brushing back your hair before gathering up your project and stuffing it into your bag.

The two of you quietly began your way upstairs, his arm over your shoulder. You opened the door as quietly as you could, tip-toeing past George’s bed and over to your trunk, rifling through the dark to find a t-shirt and some sweatpants and heading off to the bathroom to change.

You were nearly out the door when a tired voice yawned from under blankets, “Goodnight, (y/n). Sweet dreams.”

You turned back, smiling, though you were sure he couldn’t see you. “Goodnight, Georgie. I’ll see you in the morning.”

#fred x you #fred x y/n #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley #george wealsey imagine #george wealsey x reader #george x reader #george weasley #george x y/n #george x you

[strawberrytopaz]

Last night I made this wallpaper randomly and tested it on my trashy phone lol-

#critical role #the legend of vox machina #tlovm percy #tlovm #tlovmedit #icons #tlovmicons #percy de rolo #percykin #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #percystans #fypfypfypfypfypfypdypfypfypfypfypfypfyfpfyfpfyp #yeah i think my edits are trash yall

[fictionkinfessions]

@ the recent Critical Role kins (and especially Vex'ahlia): Happy Valentines Day. Seeing you around brings joy to my heart, perhaps next year we'll be reunited. I hope you are all keeping yourselves well. Love from Percy.

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #criticalrolekin #percykin #valentines day cw #holidays cw #mod party cat!

[hpdabbles]

The Difference Between Living and Not Dying 2

PART 2 OF THIS

Somehow, Draco builds a reputation over the course of the year. He never set out to make one himself, but he soon finds himself labeled “Nicest First Year Wizard”.  

He wants it to be perfectly clear he never wanted that title nor does he enjoy it overly well yet he found that most students approached him with various problems he could solve easily. It was after all the problems of children. 

“Malfoy I can’t find my class”    

“I’ll walk you. It can get confusing with the staircases disappearing”

“Malfoy, I don’t understand the potion homework”

“Pull up a chair. I can explain it to you.”

“I-I can’t sleep. I’m scared..”

“I’ll ask one of the castle elves to make us some tea. In the meantime would you care for a story? I find reading helps me rest at times”

And the list of request only extended from there. At first, it was only his fellow first years that dare approach him which he didn’t mind too much but soon second, third and even some fourth years have wandered close. Each smiling at him like he was capable of good; like they couldn’t think of a Hufflepuff ever being vile. 

Draco was nearly at his wit's end. Where was the hostility he was used to? Shouldn’t these kids be wary of him not follow him around at each given second? He couldn’t even walk to class without stopping ten times by students whose names he couldn’t remember.

His second title was as illy welcome as the first but he did take some pride in “Smartest 1st year”. Granger struggle to keep up and he applauded her efforts, but she was an actual child. It would hurt his pride far too much if she scored better then he.

Besides everything was so easy. Draco hoped that his teachers would soon realize this and have him skip a grade or two because going to Hogwarts for the next seven years sounded like torture. 

There were some technicalities. After all, the excuse of his father buying the best tutors money could buy before he started school could only go so far- most likely till someone bothered asking the said man which tutors he hired and learning there were none. 

Which wouldn’t be a problem at all if he thought about it. His parents have taken to pretending he doesn’t exist the moment they learned of his new sorting. Besides the howler, his father sent him- sitting in silence while it screams and spat at him in his dorm and then shrugging when it finishes- was the last time he spoke to his parents since the year started. 

He couldn’t really blame them in all honesty. There were still some morning were he stumble over his tie, expecting to see green instead of the eye-watering yellow.  

It was rapidly approaching Halloween now though and their silence hurt. Maybe it will always hurt regardless of his age.

Draco quickly learns one thing in his do-over. Children were great, teenagers not so much. Oh, he still liked them well enough, but he could do without the teenage angst they all went through. Especially in the third years. Thirteen-year-olds are some of the meanest people out there. Vicious little beast tears each other apart for no reason other then they can.

Already he’s had to put himself between three different groups to get them to leave the younger kids alone. Ironically this was how he meets the Weasley Twins, or as he secretly called them, the Terror Twins.

Draco remembered them as the pranking duo who had a vicious streak against Slytherins. George and Fred Weasley were names hissed and sneer in the snake common room, spat with as much venom in the syllables as physically possible. Having been caught in some of their pranks, Draco hated them too once upon a time. 

But for all their faults they seemed like amazing brothers and that was something he envied the Weasleys greatly. What must it be like to be part of a family that loved each other unconditionally? Often he wondered if he would trade all his wealth for that small sense of warmth that surrounded the family 

Imagine then, his surprise when he came across a sobbing Percy Weasley on the lake bank one late night on one of his walks. Draco had a hard time sleeping ever since the war. often times sneaking out to take strolls to the lake and get some fresh air. He knew the Perfects routes well enough and found it was easy to speak about.

When he arrived to find the fifth year sobbing into his hands he almost turns right around having enough of being Class Mum but Draco’s mind flashed back to his own sixth year. He couldn’t just leave him like this when all he wanted back then was someone to notice Draco Malfoy slowly falling apart. 

He found himself flopping down by the Weasley and spent the rest of the night probing him until the physically older boy admitted it being family troubles that had him here. Knowing just how tricky family drama could be, Draco changed the conversation attempting to distract him.

 He picks the first thing that popped into his head, asking the Perfect on advice on what classes he should take and right before his eyes watched the Weasley come to life.  It wasn’t too long before the redhead was babbling away about subjects, an air of excitement around him as he spoke. The lad barely took breaths between words.

Draco struggled to keep up with the speed but he paid as much attention as he could. It was the right thing to do when a child talks about their passion, after all, even if said passion was a bit on the dull side.

Sometime later, however, Weasley cut himself off looking ashamed. “Sorry I got excited.” 

Draco frowns.  “Don’t do that. Don’t apologize for being excited over something you like.”

Weasley’s face broke into such wonderment, the blond nearly stood up and ran right then but he held his emotions under a tight grip and firmly added. “You enjoy something. Be proud of it. ”

“I am” The redhead chokes  “I really am”

Nodding Draco leans back on his hands “Good, now keep going. I want to hear your theories.” 

It took some proper probing but soon Weasley was back on his explanation on why potions was an under-appreciated field, which Draco wholehearted agree with.  The kid was brilliant.  But then again what else would one expect from a student that graduated with twelve OWLS and had a ministry job line up the moment he finished to boot.

It seems someone had to tell the poor guy he was pretty impressive more though. Obviously, not enough people told him that.

Later the Perfect walks him back, taking two points from Hufflepuff for being out of bed past curfew though he seems regretful to do so. Draco didn’t mind too terribly. After all, Weasley was only doing his job and he could have taken far more points plus he hadn't given him detention. 

After years of people watching his every move to catch the slightest of mistakes and handing harsh punishments, the boy's soft rebuff was sweet. 

Once he was inside however he tracked down the reason Weasley was crying. The Terror Twins are in need of a good verbal lashing and Draco was ready to do the whipping. He finds them with a burning passion to protect the nerdy kid since he gets it from a personal level. He too is the black sheep of his family after all. 

“Leave him alone” He starts staring up into amused thirteen years olds.  “Stop bullying your brother Percy.”

“It’s just some jokes,” One of them says rolling his eyes. The Malfoy bristles at the careless attitude. “Icky Percykins-”

“Is more than a joke to amuse you. He’s a person with feelings and I like you to stop bullying him” He cuts in a voice hard and cold, all his pureblood power behind each word.  

“Hey, hey, hey” the other twin says angerly “You don’t say that! Percy isn’t a joke to us!”

Draco’s eyes cool a few extra degrees, refusing to raise his voice.  “When you only talk to someone to prank them and mock what they enjoy then they turn into jokes. You make them think they’re nothing but a joke. Eventually, the joke stops being funny. Eventually, the person either breaks or leaves; either way, you lose a brother to death or distance. Cut that shit out.”

Not giving any time to do nothing but gape he turns, walking away with a high held chin. He’s said his piece. Now it was up to them to fix things. 

He couldn’t really tell them what to do. His house was made of glass when it came to dysfunctional families and he wasn’t about to start throwing stones. He would, however, keep an eye on Percy Weasley. Wouldn’t do for the lad to burn out or fall apart on his watch. 

Sitting with Potter at dinner had been sort of awkward that evening. The Terror Twins had eye him all through the meal with thoughtful frowns and glimmering eyes. His hand had hovered over his wand, twitching with the urge to defend himself. 

Potter quickly distracted him with potions questions and he pushes them out of his mind. The boy still seems to jump whenever Draco got to close and he was grateful for one content thing about this time traveling business. 

A week later however the twins pull him into an unused classroom. Expecting retaliation Draco finds himself blurting out. “I’m not scared of you.”

The left one- Fred?- raised an eyebrow  “Why’s that?”

A mockery of a smile curls Draco’s lips. “There’s nothing you could do to me that hasn’t already been done”

The twins had never looked distressed in his memories pre-Fred death but now they did.  “Blimey kid, that’s not okay. Are we really that awful you think we’re going to hurt you?” 

A quick shrug has them wincing. “We just like pranks. We never meant to hurt. Especially not our family.”

The right one- George right? Yes, that one is George-  gives him a wobbly smile.  “We had a little chat with Percy about what you told us. Turns out, we haven’t been the best of brothers to him. We’re going to change that.” 

Draco couldn’t keep the surprise off his face and that makes them more upset. They were going to try and change? That far more then he could ever imagine possible.

“Look we just- if you need something let us know.” Fred places a hand on Draco’s shoulder.  “We wouldn’t have known about Percy’s....dangerous way of thinking. He could have done something to himself and we wouldn’t have been the wiser. We could have been the extra push he needed to...to do something”

Ah. So Percy had too many similarities to Draco’s sixth year to be comfortable. He’ll make sure to keep sharp things away from the Perfect then. 

“I will thank you” 

“No, thank you.” George breaths while Fred squeezes his shoulder. Just like that their gone and Draco waits a little while before slipping out.

Only to run into Potter who looks like he has bitten into a lemon. “Why were you  alone with Ron’s brothers?”

“Hmm? Oh, opportunity maybe.” 

Potter’s frown is more profound for the next three hours or so. The Malfoy heir has an essay he needs to finish so he doesn’t care. He’s made it his life goal to not care what Potter is up to. Maybe his life will be easier this way.

A week later, however, find Draco bursting into the girl's bathroom after hearing Granger was still in here when the Troll was loose- someone had to make sure kids stop dying in this stupid school- and came upon Potter and the future Mr. and Mrs. Weasly cowering/standing there ground before the beast.

He hesitated long enough to have a deep intake of breath, because honestly why is this his life? And then he was throwing himself into the fray. His magic was still nearly nonexistent but he could throw rocks really well.  

Nicest and Smartest first year his ass, this shit was so not worth his thesis paper!

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6.2 Ystävänpäivä

Uusi lukuvuosi alkoi hyvin ja ilman vähitellen lämmetessä alkoi myös tunnelma kohota. Helmikuun alussa Ginny kertoi että Hermione oli taas jalkeilla. "Mukava kuulla", Ginny sanoi heidän jutellessaan kirjastossa eräänä iltana. "Veljeni Ron on erityisen mielissään, hänen koulunkäyntinsä kärsi huomattavasti kun Hermione ei ollut neuvomassa häntä. Hän jopa tuli kysymään minulta apua, vaikka olen ykkösluokkalainen." Puuskupuhien tuvassa Ernie jatkoi kuitenkin Harryn syyttelyä ja yritti varmistaa että kukaan ei edelleenkään liikkunut yksin käytävillä. "Rauhoitu jo Ernie", yksi vanhemmista oppilaista sanoi hänelle lopulta. "Harry oli täällä koko joululoman ja hänellä oli aikaa valmistella vaikka mitä. Mitään ei kuitenkaan ole tapahtunut." "Hän vain odottaa kunnes joku käy taas hänen hermoilleen, kuten Justin teki", Ernie vastasi vakuuttuneena. "Miten haluat, mutta professori Verso sanoi että alruunat ovat aivan pian valmiita. Sittenpä nähdään kuka on kaiken tämän takana." "Ellei Potter iske ennen sitä." "Niin niin." Helmikuun neljästoista päivä tapahtui jotain odottamatonta. Lockhart oli saanut päähänsä järjestää ystävänpäiväjuhlat. "Voi miten minä vihaan tällaista", Alicia sanoi heidän tullessaan sisään vaaleanpunaiseksi muutettuun suureen saliin. Lockhart loisti kuin aurinko ja Kalkaros sai jälleen toimia hänen vastavoimanaan mustassa kaavussaan. Lisäksi Lockhart oli järjestänyt jostakin kirjelähetteinä toimivia kääpiöitä, jotka näyttivät jotenkin irvokkailta selkään kiinnitettyine kullattuine siipineen ja pienine harppuineen. "Mitäköhän Lockhart vielä saa päähänsä?" Mindy sanoi Ginnylle heidän lähdettyään loitsutunnilta ja odottaessaan pääsyä muodonmuutosten tunnille, joka pidettiin melkein viereisessä luokassa. "En uskalla edes ajatella. Hei katso, tuolla menee yksi niistä kääpiöistä. Voi ei!" Vain hiukan heitä lyhyempi kääpiö ryntäsi pitkin käytävää kultaiset siivet selässään vipattaen. "Hei, sinä siellä! Harry Potter!" se huusi ja juoksi kohti Harryä joka oli juuri tullut heidän viereensä käytävään alakerrasta. Harry yritti perääntyä mutta kääpiö töni muut oppilaat tieltään ja julisti: "Minulla on musiikkiviesti, joka pitää toimittaa Harry Potterille henkilökohtaisesti!" Sanojensa vakuudeksi se vielä heläytti kullattua harppuaan. Mindy näki miten Harry yritti estellä, mutta kääpiö tarttui hänen laukkuunsa joka repeytyi kahtia. Kaikki Harryn tavarat levisivät ympäri lattiaa. Ginny liikahti kuin mennäkseen auttamaan Harryn yrittäessä kerätä tavaransa, jotka olivat yltä päältä punaisen musteen peitossa. Ihmiset väistyivät nopeasti hänen tieltään ja muutenkin ahdas käytävä ruuhkautui lopullisesti. "Mitä täällä tapahtuu?" kuului Mindyn inhoama ääni. Malfoy lähestyi käytävää pitkin kohti tungoksen aiheuttajaa. Toisesta suunnasta kuului myös korotettu ääni: "Mitä täällä mekastetaan?" ja Ginny ähkäisi "voi ei, nyt Percykin tulee paikalle. Harry parka." Ihmiset olivat perääntyneet Harryn tieltä ja Ginny ja Mindy näkivät hyvin miten kääpiö istui muitta mutkitta Harryn jalkojen päälle ja alkoi laulaa. Laulu oli melko pilkkaava ja sen jälkeen muut heidän ympärillään alkoivat nauraa pilkallisesti samalla kun Percy yritti saada käytävän jälleen kulkukelpoiseksi. Äkkiä kaikki vaikenivat. Malfoylla oli jotakin kädessään, jonkinlainen kirja. "Mitäköhän Potter on tähän kirjoittanut?" Malfoy kysyi väkijoukolta. "Anna se tänne", Harry vastasi hiljaa. Ihmisten katseet vaihtuivat äkkiä häneen ja takaisin kirjaa pitelevään Malfoyhin. Mindy vilkaisi Ginnyä joka näytti jostain syystä todella pelästyneeltä ja tuijotti Malfoytä tämän heilutellessa kirjaa ärsyttävästi. "Anna se pois Malfoy", Percy komensi myös. "Kunhan ensin katselen vähän", Malfoy sanoi jatkaen härnäämistä. "Expelliarmus!" Harry huusi äkkiä. Hänellä oli taikasauva kädessään ja siitä lentävä välähdys osui Malfoyn pitelemään kirjaan. Malfoy päästi tahtomattaan irti ja opus lennähti ilmaan, josta Ron nappasi sen. "Harry! Käytävissä ei taiota. Minun on tehtävä tästä ilmoitus", Percy alkoi nyt puolestaan komentaa Harryä, mutta Mindy näki tämän kasvoilla tyytyväisen virnistyksen. Ja olihan Harryllä varaa, Rohkelikko johti kirkkaasti tupamestaruutta. Malfoy ei saanut sanaa suustaan ennenkuin McGarmiwa avasi oven ja komensi heidät sisälle. Mindy ja Ginny lähtivät kohti ovea katsoen edelleen Harryä ja Malfoytä. Heidän päästyään ovelle Malfoyn ääni kuului heidän takaansa: "Potter ei tainnut oikein tykätä sinun ystävänpäiväkortistasi!" Mindy kääntyi katsomaan tyrmistyneenä, mutta Ginny ryntäsi hänen ohitseen kasvot käsien suojassa ja Mindy ei voinut muuta kuin mennä hänen peräänsä. "Jos minulla vain olisi taikasauva, Percy saisi kernaasti lisääkin huomautettavaa", Mindy sanoi hiljaa Ginnylle heidän päästyään sisään luokkaan. Ginny rauhoittui tunnin aikana, mutta jokin näytti edelleen vaivaavan häntä. "Hei, Harryhän tuntee sinut. Ei hän voi mitenkään uskoa että sinä lähetit sen tervehdyksen." "En minä sitä. Mutta ehkä muut uskovat." "Mitä väliä sillä on?" "Oli se inhottavaa silti. Typerä Malfoy, hän varmaan lähetti sen itse kiusatakseen Harryä."

#luvut