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string-of-beads · 2 years

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III. Memorial

July 5th, 1870

My Dear Mary,

I have arrived safely at Heathergate. The estate is as I suspected; better without me running it. But, if it is within Aunt Margaret's wishes, I shall endeavor to take up stewardship with gentility and humility.

I have been reading a great deal. There is little else to do here at Heathergate. I don't need to work but I do host the occasional social call and that is a chore unlike any other.

How are Rob and Harry? I suppose their work keeps them busy. What do you do to occupy your mind during the day, apart from cooking or cleaning? I'm apparently not allowed to do either of those things, according to Mrs. Murphy, the housekeeper.

The nights here feel very long indeed. Shadows seem to move more quickly as well and I can't escape the feeling that I'm being observed. Not at all times, mind you, I am granted the smallest bit of privacy. But even when I awaken in the morning it feels as though someone else has started and bolted out of my room, without me seeing a single person there.

The nightmares have changed as well. I hear someone calling to me now and it's all very strange here, Mary.

Oh, how I wish you could all stay here with me! The only exceptions are the Murphys but they don't live on the estate anyway.

I do miss you quite terribly. I am waiting eagerly for your letter!

All my Love,

Will

July 25th, 1870

Mrs. Murphy is very patient with me. I'm not used to not being active. I'm used to teaching, cooking, and cleaning during the day, not simply reading for my pleasure. My first full day at Heathergate was spent in this way but I have found that tiresome and lonely. However I try to persuade Mrs. Murphy to allow me to execute some of her tasks for her, she never relents and I'm left to stay inside the library.

The vicar, Mr. Dalton, often comes to visit. He's a weasely, small, dribbling sort of man. And old. He's always dabbing at his nose and eyes which are always puffy and red. Every word he speaks is a wheeze. His wife is no better. It's clear that she feels very threatened by me taking over Heathergate. She is at least 10 years the vicar's junior and was clearly a very fetching, beautiful woman before years of sneering down her nose at people had made her visage more avian than human. Perhaps that is a harsh judgement but I have never cared for the haughty and artificial. I feel justified in my distaste for them as none of the Murphys seem to care for them either, at least not in the house. It felt at times like the Heathergate house itself didn't care for the clergyman. Something about them put the very foundations ill at ease. Other visitors came and went but none were so tedious as the Daltons.

They spoke without any sort of Christian courtesy, humility, or compassion for their fellow man. They never cared to hear or entertain any response from me. They would arrive, sit in the formal drawing room, and talk at me for twenty or so minutes. I believe they were under some strange impression that I could relate to their struggles, not realizing that I had come into that world all too recently. I didn't wish to correct this error for fear that Mrs. Dalton would take it upon herself to act as mother to me. Nothing made me want to crawl out of my skin more than the idea of Mrs. Dalton parading me around in "good" society.

The only pleasure I took from seeing the Daltons, was that it was very nearly guaranteed that I would see the younger Mr. Murphy. Normally in passing, occasionally exchanging a brief conversation. He always has something kind to say or excitedly shares news about the flowers growing or the horses or the next town fete and then he is called away and I don't see him again for several days.

I rarely walk by the water. I've always been afraid of the sea. Heathergate is the perfect home for someone that could spend every waking moment on a beach. But I am not one of those people. Perhaps it was the nightmares that made me afraid. I had never learned to swim. The dark, wild water with creatures that swim there, the slimy seaweed, it all makes me feel ill. Ever since I was small, the water--especially here--has made me nervous. I would walk by the sea and hear things call out to me, beckoning me to follow. The myths of sirens weren't myths to me.

The water isn't the only thing that talks to me. Part of the reason I shut myself up in the library is that nothing seems to bother me there. It could be that I am engrossed in reading but it feels like the most quiet room in the house. The Murphy's seem to like it there too. I've noticed them loitering in the room occasionally, but never Alexander. I wonder if he's seen anything here?

I'm standing in the library looking out the window at the waves. That's probably why I started thinking about all this in the first place. My vision refocuses on the window in front of me. Above my right shoulder, I see a face, a woman's face. Her hair is long and tangled in front of her face. It flows and waves like she's below the water. It frightens me a great deal to see her. I've never seen her before. And as I turn around the look behind me, I don't see anyone there. I whirl back to the window to see if her reflection is there, it is not.

The door to the library then opens. I turn slowly around to see Mr. Alexander Murphy walks inside. Which itself is strange enough. He looks at me sheepishly before stating, "Miss Fairchild? Wha's wrong? Ye're white as a sheet!" He seems to cross the room in two strides. One hand engulfs my arm and the other holds my waist in a protective way but the touch sends sparks shivering through me. He clearly feels them as well because he steps away from me, slightly breathless. "Ah'm sorry, Miss. Ah didnae mean anything but tae prop ye up." His body is tense and hands flex wide apart. "No. No, Mr. Murphy. It's alright. Thank you for your help. Do you need anything?" I find the large wingback I often sit in and motion for Mr. Murphy to find a seat as well. "Will ye call me Alex, miss? I knoo my faither wishes tae be called Murphy and Ah certainly prefer to be Alex. If ye don't mind tae much?" His hat is in his hands, between his knees is the wingback opposite me.

"Of course. Do you need anything, Alex?" He sits straight in his seat and his shoulders tense. "No, Miss. I finished my tasks for the day and my mother wanted me tae sit wih ye a bit, if ye dunnae mind?" He avoids eye contact with me. I don't know why but want to find out. "I have no plans and would greatly enjoy a diversion. Please, call me Will." The suggestion made me shiver, no one apart from my brothers called me "Will" and I don't know this man. And yet... I find myself completely comfortable with him.

He nods curtly. "How old are you, Alex?" The question is innocent enough but Alex's eyes whip up to see mine as though I've spoken pure blasphemy. "Ehm... Two and twenty. Why do ye ask, mi- Will?" I don't really know why I asked the question, it just felt like the right response. "And your favorite color, Alex?" The same confused look passes through his eyes. I like him. I want to know more about him and wheedling him seems like the quickest way to do so. He gulps loudly and grips his hat firmly when he answers, "Red. Ah've always been partial tae red. What aboot ye? How old are ye and yer favorite color? Ye're in the yellow room, Miss Margaret seid ye were partial tae yellow as a bairn." I smile to myself. "I am twenty. And yes, yellow is my favorite color. Always has been. It's a happy color but I was discouraged from wearing it because of my yellow hair."

I look towards him and find him looking intently at me. "Will... Can Ah tell ye something. It may sound a bit... Odd. But Ah wouldnea want to frighten or warry ye." He stands suddenly and looks out the window towards the beach, determination colors his features. With jaw set, he states, "Ah feel as though Ah've known ye fer... Well, fer as long as I can remember. Ah remember seeing ye and yer brothers come to Heathergate when ye were younger but even afore that... Ah've knoon ye. And Ah need to knoo ye more noo than ever." He glances back at me with a painted, desperate expression. "Ye must think me a mad man, Will. Ah'm sorry. Ah shouldn't've seid anything."

He begins to walk towards the door but I stand and walk towards him. "Wait. Alex!" He stops dead in his tracks and I crash inelegantly into him. He catches me, ducking slightly to look directly, questioningly, into my face. "Alex. I promise you, I understand. The first moment I saw you, I felt as though I had known you a lifetime." He smiled at me, a relieved expression.

His hands held my upper arms to steady me, but in that moment he began to pull me closer and his large, warm hands slid towards my back. I didn't fight it, I didn't want to. It felt right, being near him, touching him. I wanted him but didn't know how to ask. But I didn't have to ask, he knew. He knew me already and I just had to follow his direction.

His mouth was soft and fit perfectly over mine or on my cheek. He smelled like fresh straw, clean dirt, and man. It made my heart race and heat flood towards my center. He kissed my neck. When his mouth returned to mine, his hands had gone from my back to my behind and all I could think about was the taste of sugared tea and the feeling of muscular hands pushing through layers of fabric to grab, knead, and pull at the soft flesh. I didn't understand what I felt but my core was writhing and seeking for release. I grew to need him more and more. We continued to kiss and explore each other's mouths. My hands were tangled in his hair, the same head of hair that was shining in the afternoon sun like threads of golden thread. I tried to hold back my signs and moans of pleasure but couldn't. With every small sound I made, Alex seemed to enjoy it more and more. I could feel him smile against me and that sent thrills through me. Our pace sped into a frenetic passion. A passion that crescendoed when he picked me up, carried me across the room, and sat me on the desk. He broke his rhythm to lift my skirts and began to go, layer-by-layer, until he found my skin underneath my garments. His hands disappeared under the fabric. He kissed me quickly and began to dip under my skirts as well until I heard a trio of voices walking towards the library door.

Alex scrambled away from me. I slid off the desk and landed on my feet which was enough to adjust my clothing adequately before Mrs. Murphy entered with the infuriating Daltons.

Dammit.

Tonight, I felt a push at my back before I fell out the window. That same voice called to me... I know him. And I've known him for a long time. Alex?

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dracosaurusrex · 3 years

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Part 6 to Notebook! Notebook Masterlist

Summary: In which Draco is torn between his morals and desires, but chooses you.

Pairing: Draco x Gryffindor!reader

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this chapter, pero lyke I think the two need a little push? More substance? Hnnnnghhhhhhh. It’s challenging to write Draco with realism aha, but I think it’s crucial for their growth as a couple (?) IDK...but as always, feedback is lovely and I appreciate it greatly. I hope you enjoy!

A certain blonde found his thoughts often flitting to the recent memories of the time he spent with you in Hogsmeade. He remembered how he well your hand fit into his while cherishing the taste of peppermint toads. Whenever he was alone, he’d remember all those small details: the feel of your touch, the shape of your smile, the ease of holding an actual conversation, and the overall warmth that you exuded on a day that was particularly cold. His heart skipped beats upon recalling these sensations. After all, it was relieving to put down the mask he has been keeping for so long. It was relieving to allow his walls disintegrate for even a moment.

Draco Lucius Malfoy was the only born son to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy and the heir to an ancient and obnoxiously wealthy line of purebloods. He was raised upon expectations for perfection. Grades, appearance, skills, status, even the people he connected with—anything less than such was a call for a reprimanding followed by a constant reminder that he mustn't fall into the wrong sort. Such perceptions were embedded in his upbringing, and with efforts to bring his parents much pride and joy, it was his intent to strive for that very definition of perfection. Up until now, his life has been built around the goal of pleasing them.

“Tell me who your friends are, and I’ll know who you are, Draco. Remember that.” His father would tell him with a pompous and conceited tone.

The boy responds, “Yes, father.”

His childhood was a lonely one to say the least. Although he was surrounded by people his parents had approved of to be his friend, they felt more like acquaintances. Furthermore, they resembled hollow relationships founded upon networking and money rather than genuine care and trust. Perhaps that is the reason why your relationship with the golden bunch triggered him. The warmth that he felt with you can easily be seen in the way you interact with your imperfect friends, and he longed to preserve the feeling of it throughout his life.

You were of a different caliber. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he was—simply put—an outsider looking into your life.

In all his honesty, Draco only knew several things about you based off observations and word of mouth. For starters you were in the rivaling house. You also weren’t as wealthy as he was. He knew that the people his parents strongly disapproved of were ones that seemed to bring you much happiness. Additionally, you never gave much priority for your status as a pureblood. Regardless of that, you somehow managed to live a vibrant and seemingly happy life. A life that highly contradicted his own. To that end, he knew deep down inside that you didn’t meet the standard of perfection set by his family. He could see his parents (mostly his father) scowl. But beyond all of the limitations the familial factors presented, your existence seemed to fill what resembled closely to a hole within his heart. He treaded over the line between securing the comfort of the reality he lived in and making the risk to realize the reality he wanted—you. His heart leaned towards the latter.

The weekend transitioned into Monday, and you still haven’t returned Draco’s notebook. While it frustrated him quite a bit, he felt butterflies over the idea of seeing you again. Class was going to start within 30 minutes, and the boy found himself seated on a tree within the courtyard, watching other students pass by. Sporadic sights of red, yellow, blue, and green crossed his line of vision until they landed on a rather large group of Gryffindors congregating near a corner. Seen among them was you.

A smile was plastered on your face as the attention of you and your friends was fixed upon George Weasely, who could be seen holding a camera. He set his device atop of a wall as he directed commands for you all to bunch closer together. After confirming the satisfaction with the placement, he clicked on the shutter and ran frantically to his place next to Fred.

“Say ‘Gryffindor’” You all responded enthusiastically. Arms were wrapped around each other's shoulders, cheeks pressed closely together, smiles all wide with glee. *snap* The scene elicited a tinge of jealousy within Draco’s heart. Before deciding to act upon his emotions, he remains planted on his tree, watching the scene continue to unfold.

“Y/N, Mione, Ginny, come over here! Let me take one of you girls.” The three of you arranged yourselves with you in between your two friends. Your arms interlaced with theirs and you gave a smile to the camera.

“Loosen up, Y/N! You look like you saw a basilisk!” Ron chimed. You threw a glare and adjusted yourself accordingly.

“That’s it! Smile now! 1, 2, 3!” The shutter went off, and you relaxed. Draco kept his gaze fixed on you separating from the two girls as you approached Ron to throw a seemingly painful jab to his shoulder. Draco chuckled from afar.

“Don’t be offended! It’s the truth!” Ron defensively rubbed his now sore arm.

“Oh, shove off Ronald!” You shared a laugh with the boy.

As your friends start to leave the site, your eyes met with the blonde, triggering a grin to spread on your face. You looked back as the group dissipated, heading to their respective classes.

“Mione, Ginny, go on without me! I forgot something, and I have to go and get it.” You called out to them. They nodded in understanding and followed the boys.

Once they were completely gone from your sight, you turned your focus back onto Draco and made your way to the tree he was in. In response, he jumped down and met you halfway with a discrete smirk.

“Didn’t know it was picture day.” He said coyly. You only rolled your eyes playfully and nodded.

“Yes, yes,” you chuckled, “It’s been a little tradition we have had since we were first years.”

There was a fond look you had on your face as you took a brief second to reminisce. Taking notice of this, the jealousy that was kindled in Draco’s chest only grew.

Without even thinking, he said, “I don’t understand why you associate yourself with the likes of them.” The rude tone in his voice offended you.

“Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?” Shocked at the question, you brought your hands to your hips as an incredulous expression fixed itself on your face.

“Granger’s a mudblood. The Weasley’s are quite crummy and embarrassingly poor. Potter’s got only a scar to prove his worth in the wizarding world. I simply don’t understand why you associate yourself with people as such.” There wasn’t a single stutter in his statement. Suddenly, the adoration that you once felt was replaced with fumes of anger.

“Who are you? Moreover, what makes you think it’s right to say that!?” You looked at him disgustedly.

“I beg your pardon?” The sight of your expression pooled the feeling of regret in the depths of Draco’s stomach.

“What’s got you acting like a total git?? Seriously incredible, Malfoy! Perhaps if you gave them a chance, then you’d see why I associate myself with the ‘likes’ of them!” You said mockingly. You fished his notebook out of your bag and shoved it aggressively against his chest.

“Not everything is about status, you know?” There was venom laced in your tone, which was accompanied by a look of disappointment within the angry expression on your face.

“But, then again, status must be all that you know.” You stated coldly before turning on your heel to march briskly away from the boy. Draco only stood there dumbfounded as he saw your figure retreat from view. Not knowing how to react, he smacked his face and begrudgingly went to class. This was not how he envisioned his Monday to play out.

His mind was absent from lectures throughout the day as he contemplated your words. Although his constant berating of students from other houses didn’t normally faze him, your words caused an internal uproar and prompted him to question his actions. It was the first time he’s ever seen you react to him so blatantly. Moreover, it was the first time he felt so ashamed of his values. Knowing that the girl he fancied saw him in an ill light made him feel sick to the stomach.

“Tell me who your friends are, and I’ll tell you who you are.” His father’s words echoed ever so clearly within his mind as Draco continued to think about you. The boy felt like he stood at a crossroad upon recalling your exact words. Uncertainty and instability filled the borders of his belief system, situating himself between the tug-o-war of his heart and mind. However, what hadn’t changed was his ardent desire to feel the warmth again. Therefore, as he situated himself in his shamefulness, he thought of ways to gain your familiarity once more.

Meanwhile, as the day trudged on, your thoughts distracted you from focusing on your studies, and you found yourself filled with an odd mixture of emotions. It initially comprised anger and frustration, but soon transformed into disappointment the more your mind lingered on the subject. Your internal turmoil had projected itself in the form of your oddly quiet nature, catching Hermione’s attention. While you were able to conceal your feelings for the young heir, the girl was always still pretty perceptive with your body language, so it wasn’t difficult for her to notice when you acted so distant throughout the day. She began suspecting you when she saw you doodling on your parchment instead of taking actual notes during transfiguration. Not wanting to assume so much, she continued to observe you. Her assumptions, however, were confirmed during dinner. You typically feasted excitedly whenever pasta and cookies were served, but as the others continued to pile their plates, your usually bubbly aura remained absent.

“Y/N” she called out to you. You looked up from the sad pile of noodles on your dish.

“Yes?”

“Are you okay?” The concern that was conveyed in her voice broke your walls. You weren’t sure what it was about Hermione, but she always seemed to have a nurturing and motherly character. You were very thankful for it.

“I’m not actually,” you said softly, not wanting to gain the attention of others, “Can I confide in you?” Your eyes searched hers with desperation for a solution. Noticing this, she motioned her head towards the entrance of the hall and picked up her plate to make her way there. You copied her actions without looking at your group of friends. Fortunately, though, they didn’t seem to notice. You didn’t want to draw any attention to yourself with your issues.

As you exited the room, your eyes met briefly with Draco’s as his vision followed your movement. You didn’t know how to react, so you kept to yourself and kept on walking. You and Hermione found yourselves situated on a bench in the same courtyard where your clash with the boy had occurred. The moon was shining above you, as the lights from the illuminated hallway framed the scene’s serenity with comfort and familiarity. You held your plate on your lap as you twirled your fork to pick up some of the pasta.

“Okay, what’s the matter?” The girl asked.

You started off slowly, “I have a question- a hypothetical one.”

“Go on.”

“Let’s say you like someone, and he’s entirely different from you. You don’t know him much, but he makes you feel good. He treats you well, and you want to know him more. When you get to spend time with him, those feelings only get amplified, and it feels perfect.” You take a break to examine her reaction so far. She only urged you to go on.

You continue, “But it starts to crumble when he says something insensitive about something you care about. Of course, you get mad. Who would ever say such a thing? Right?” She nods in agreement.

“But what if you still want to like him despite the disappointment and frustration? What would you do?” Hermione’s eyebrows were furrowed as she allowed herself to contemplate on the situation you described.

“I suppose there should be a reason for his opinion. Hmm...If he truly cared, then ideally, he would talk to you. There might not be any excuse for his actions, but if he makes the effort to talk to you, then I feel that would show that he considers your feelings. How you respond is totally up to you, but on your end, I say that you should allow him to speak and listen.”

“Even if he was a total arse?”

“Speaking from a logical standpoint, you’d be a total idiot to accept an arse. However, disappointment and mistakes are bound to happen when getting to know someone. You might as well allow the person to show himself without your expectations pinned on him. You might be surprised with what may result from it.”

“What if it’s not good?”

“Don’t hesitate to walk away. You are deserving of much more than an ignorant git.”

You were grateful that Hermione didn’t press forward to ask about the identity of this person. Furthermore, her words imprinted themselves in your mind as the week went on. It made you feel a bit better, but Draco made no approach to you ever since that night, leaving you with a bitter taste of discouragement. Despite that, you found pride in keeping your emotions at bay, deciding to focus more on your schoolwork instead of allowing your mind to wander far. Friday had come along, which meant that you found yourself in the library once again. You recalled the week prior, and how your level of attraction towards the boy skyrocketed in the span of two days. It was in this very building that sparked your attraction, but you began to falter on the thought that it would become something more.

You sat at the same desk you did last week. Papers scattered all over once again. This time it was study of ancient runes, a class that you did well in. A good hour was put into translating runes to English, however the passage was so extensive that the process felt like ages. Feeling as though your head was about to explode, you laid your head down over the mounds of work hoping to close your eyes for a bit. Your moment of peace was interrupted upon the sound of an unknown object landing in the space in front of you. As you lifted your head, your sight was drawn to the presence of a paper crane. Written on its wing says, “Open it”. You follow the instruction with pure curiosity. Within the folds of the paper is another command: “Meet me at the reference section, vanishing charms.” You wearily look around to find any clue who the sender of the crane might be. Without a single sense of danger, you stood up from your seat, not bothering to tidy up your things, and navigated your way to the reference section.

Your fingers trailed through spines of familiar books as you recalled the first assignment you and Draco had worked on. A rosy feeling spread across your chest as you remembered how unusual his affections contrasted with his typical cold and insensitive demeanor. Could he be the sender? Why else would anyone guide you to the vanishing charm section in the library?

Soon, your fingers crossed over a foreign sensation, which broke you out of your thoughts. Your gaze was then set upon a piece of folded paper tucked so carefully between the spines. You pulled it out gingerly, admiring the precision of the creases before opening it. The next message elicited a smile from you:

“I was never good with expressing feelings. I still find it pathetic and have denied the ones I’ve had for you so long. Much to my annoyance, though, I find it pleasurable reminiscing the scene that took place in this remote little spot.” Your eyes trailed to the bottom of the page.

“Do you remember where we sat to work on the essay?” Your heart was bounding as the context of the messages confirmed the identity of the owner. Much like your first interaction with him, you didn’t know what to expect. That, however, did not stop you from walking towards the table situated beneath the window that casted rays of light from the setting sun. You began your search for the next note. The surface of the table was empty, chairs were tucked in neatly—it didn’t seem as though anyone had crossed this area.

‘What would Draco do?’ You thought. You recalled qualities that you were familiar with. He was pretty witty. At times he was annoyingly rude as well. He comes from a wealthy family with corrupt ideals. Regardless, the warmth that he had shown you had no tone of ill intent behind it. In fact, its very existence, in contrast to what others saw, illustrated an image of the boy being surrounded by walls within your mind. You then concluded that if you were Draco, you would be cautious about displaying affection. Keeping this in mind, you thought of areas that could be discrete enough to hide a note. Your hand reached towards the underside of the table and skimmed through its rough texture, hoping to find any abnormalities. Suddenly, a wave of satisfaction overcame you as your finger pads were met with a contrasting smooth surface. As you did before, you carefully plucked the new paper crane as your excitement continued to grow. The words “Almost there” was written across the wing. You opened the note and there was, yet again, another message:

“Y/N, truth be told, I’m quite taken by you—Your beauty, your warmth, the comfort you bring, your shyness when you say my name, the way you look when you’re so focused as you work, even the way you interact and defend your other Gryffindor friends,”

“I’ve made a mistake that Monday morning, yet the time spent away from you makes no difference in the way your presence occupies my mind. I fail at the very act of shoving you away. I see glimpses of you in smallest and largest parts of my day. Meet me at your desk?”

Written on the bottom of the note was a signature: “Draco Lucius Malfoy”

While peace filled you, there was still a feeling of uncertainty. You were overjoyed by the fact that Draco had feelings for you, but there was no denying that a relationship with him would be difficult. The boy carried a lot of baggage, and you weren’t sure if you could handle it. However, with a brave face, you walked towards the area where you had started your little adventure.

As you drew near, there was a familiar blonde figure seated at your desk. His facial features filled with admiration as his fingers stroked your work, fingers flipping through the loose pages of parchment. You giggled to yourself, recalling the way you had done the same just a week prior.

You came up from behind him and whispered in his ear, “Hello, Draco Lucius.”

His heart almost beat out of his chest at the sound of his name rolling so fluidly through your mouth. You pulled out the seat next to him and gave him a sad smile, his eyes not leaving yours for a moment. There was silence. Both parties were at a loss for words to say, and so you remain seated without a sound, allowing the comfort to trickle in.

It had been five minutes since you arrived, and Draco kept his head down low as his stare stuck to your knees. He, then, hesitantly looks up at you, and with a soft voice, he asks, “May I?” You meet his gaze before his eyes flutter to your hands. Instead of giving a response, you grab his hand and interlace your fingers with his, your other hand covering the one that’s already clasped. You immediately take notice how large his hand feels as it’s wrapped within your own. Silence overcomes you once again as your thumb rubs the surface of his own. It was a sensation both had missed

“I’m sorry.” The words tumble out of his mouth suddenly. You look up to see that he’s already staring at you.

He repeats himself, “I’m sorry.”

The silvery eyes that were once filled with arrogance and pride were now desperately searching yours with regret. If they could speak, they’d be screaming right now. You squeezed his hand harder before unfolding it only to hold it once more, except this time you were tracing the lines engrained on his palm.

“May you explain to me why you said those things?” You asked gently.

“Can we go somewhere more private?” He responds, his tone expressing a tinge of vulnerability. You give a nod of understanding before reaching over the table to gather your belongings. You hadn’t noticed how fast your heart had been beating until this point. All of your affectionate gestures came naturally within the moment that when you released his hand from your grasp, your emotions caught up to you.

You take a look at him and notice subtle things. You notice the way he towers over you, the way his body is angled in your direction, leaning towards you with a possessive stance. You notice the way his hands hang loosely on his sides and how he keeps his gaze on you with an expression that you can’t quite describe. His breathing is even but he looks at you with much intensity.

“Draco,” You call out. His attention goes to your face. Allowing your need for affection to overtake you once more, you take his hand once again and look in his eyes—they looked much relaxed now. You release a small a smile before standing on your tip toes to plant a long and affectionate kiss on his cheek. His grip on your hand had tightened in response.

Your lips ghost over his ear, “Lead the way.”

A/N: Idek. I hope you have a great day tho!

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the-second-tonks · 3 years

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Also here’s my Harry Potter game request, I swear this is the last one 😅 I feel bad cause you’ve written so much stuff for me but your games are so good!! So absolutely NO RUSH. Like if you catch yourself writing for me, just drink a glass of water first or something. 😂😂😂

I’m a straight female, with curly brown hair and green and blue eyes. I’m about 5’6. I’m a Gryffindor, ENFP, Aquarius. The people closest to me say I’m Brave, funny, friendly, stubborn, overprotective, and tough. I’m usually the one in my circle who stands up for what’s right, I have a hard time being a bystander.

My hobbies include reading, writing, daydreaming, occasional archery, being in nature, watching my favorite shows/ movies and listening to music.

My favorite color is red, and my favorite animal is a lion. My favorite movies/books are Narnia/LOTR. My favorite weather is rain. My favorite smells are Lilac, a forest after it’s rained, vanilla extract, or a house after you’ve baked something.

Some more random things about me: I like chocolate, birds, dramatic music, battle scenes in movies where the good guy comes to the rescue, music that gives me chills, horseback riding, swords, dresses, and flowers. I’ve been told I have a powerful presence in a room, just by the way I carry myself. I struggle with maladaptive daydreaming, and anxiety. I would rather be super cold than super hot.

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About you

Your name : Y/N Potter

Blood Status : half-blood

Year : same as Harry's , you both are twins

Family members : Harry Potter (brother) , Dursley family

Your wand : Dragon heartstring , 10" inches , yew , flexible

Your Quidditchch position : Chaser (no doubts)

Your work : I feel Auror or maybe curse breaker

Your immediate friends : Ronald and Ginny

Your bestfriend : Ronald , Hermione and Ginny

A small word from Mr.Ollivander

Ms.Potter , the world expects a lot from you and your brother , though , you shouldn't forget how much your family and friends expect from you . Be what you are .

Your sorting

Gryffindor (informed above!)

Your patronus

Cheetah 🐆 (it couldn't be lion because- well I'm sorry you don't match :()

A cheetah is often described as powerful , friendly and social , but the ones who underestimate them will have to change their mind set . You know what you want and how to get it . You stand up for the right and are the quickest to do so .

Your boyfriend

Ronald Weasley (ex)

Reason to get together - Mutual pinning

Time span - Very short (year 4 - year 4 end)

Reason for breakup - you both felt that it was better off as best friends .

Fred Weasely (husband)

Reason to get together - He never failed to charm you and you both got together eventually .

Time span - Stable , adventurous and long-lived.

Marriage - After the war , when Fred's business was stable .

The Professor who'd adore you

Professor Remus Lupin

A lot . He adores you a lot . Your protectiveness , bravery and courage makes you stand out in his eyes. You remind him of Lily Evans .

Your Yule Ball look

This dress would look lovely on you

Your date : Fred asked you out , though it was just platonic back then .

Your past

Well, you know your past . Voldemort killed your parents . But you were away from Harry, your brother . You didn't even know he existed because you thought Remus was your father . You lived with him since the time you remembered any memory . But as soon as you came face to face with the truth , you were one of his biggest hurdles for Voldemort to surpass for killing your brother , Harry

Your strengths and weaknesses

I'm quite sure your

Strengths are : Flying , Charms , Ancient runes and DADA

Weaknesses are : Potions (Snape) , Herbology

Others are medium

Your strongest spell type : Attacking

Your weak spot : Healing

Your popularity

Not much before Hogwarts . Because you weren't in the house when the incident took place , you were with Remus . But after going entering Hogwarts, your popularity shoot up . You were very popular .

What the Golden Trio thinks about you

Harry : Okay, facing the truth that your brother might hate your over-protective-ness and friendly nature because he's not like that . He might also not like it when you be brave and risk your life , but he loves you more than his life. He really loves you a lot and pampers you (because you're a few seconds younger than him ,maybe) . Harry and you are usually sticked with eachother and he doesn't want to loose you at any costs .

Hermione : She loves you . Because you always stand up to the wrong and she has your back then . She loves how you're protective and brave . She might disapprove your stubbornness and might've judged you in the beginning , but she loves you and would love to spend time with you always . The relationship between you and Ron did bring some distance between you both for sometime , but it was back to more than normal soon .

Ronald : He is really fond of you . He did have a crush on you , but he knows that you both are better as friends . He also respects you a lot and will protect you with his life (platonic)

Marauders'thoughts on you

James Potter (if he were alive): He would see your mother in you so much . He'll love you and pamper you and do everything to make you feel loved. He'll be protective of you but at the same time he'll want you to have fun . He would often give you prank ideas and would even help you with the prank .

Sirius Black : He sees a part of James in you . The part of loyalty , bravery and courage . The part of uniqueness belongs to Lily . He loves you a lot . He feels as if James and Lily are alive , beside him . He'll protect you at the cost of his own life .

Remus Lupin : He couldn't help but adore you . You both spent a lot of time together . He bonded with you , he loved you a lot . You loved reddy Lupin alot too. Remus will never have any words to describe his fatherly love for yoyu

Could you master all of the deathly hallows?

You couldn't master the resurrection stone and elder wand.

A short paragraph on you going to your first year at Hogwarts

"Come on Harry , this way" you spoke to your long lost twin as you both walked together . Hagrid had left without any clues to the 9¾ station , but you remembered what Remus had told you . You walked towards station 9 , dragging harry behind you . Everything was so good going at the moment except for the fact that Remus wasn't too well and so he couldn't come to drop you. You smiled at Harry as you both reached station 9 . But then , it was station no . 10 and nothing else. "What do we do ? We'll miss the train!" Harry reminded you that you were almost running out of time and then , you saw a red-haired lady , Mrs.Weasely , who helped you and Harry to enter your life changing adventures .

Your life at Hogwarts

Year 1 : Meeting Harry and befriending Ronald and Hermione . Going to the trap door and doing all the crazy stuff to pass the chess board , you stood as a protective barrier in front of your brother while voldemort and quirell tried to trouble him .

Year 2 : You were kidnapped in the chamber of secrets by Tom Riddle . Harry was all panicking and was desperate to escape you because , well ypu know why , because you're the only family he has . He was helped by Fred and George too .

Year 3 : You met Remus Lupin and spent time with him , somehow Harry felt lonely , but he hid it for your happiness . You all set out to look for Sirius Black but you also asked Remus about it , who surprisingly was neutral . After everything , finding Sirius and coming to know the truth , you were happy to know that Sirius was Harry's godfather while Remus was yours .

Year 4 : Trying to keep Harry away from trouble was tough , but this time , you were too cautious . While your love life was kickstarted as you began dating Ron , you were also worried about Harry . Ron and you broke up very soon , but Yule ball was coming up . Thank god Fred asked you out . You , being one of the champions had to perform first . Yes you were the one who was a part of it too . Finally , seeing Cedric die and your brother escape , you were finally found somewhere and taken for treatment .

Year 5 : You felt every pain and knew how strong the enemy was . You also knew that umbrigde wouldn't let you do what you wanted and so , you introduced the idea of the army . Training yourself with the help of Harry , you were one of the strongest witches everyone had ever seen . Your powerful presence just added a boost to it . The battle at the ministry broke your heart as you saw your twin breaking and sobbing in your arms. You tried your best to battle voldemort until Dumbledore came and took over .

Year 6 : Was going pretty well , Fred and George and all the stuff. The secret behind the book and the half blood Prince . Someone trying to hex Dumbledore but instead it was Katie , your good friend. Knowing harry would bolt up to Draco , you tried to stop him but in vain . Going for the horcrux thing with Harry and Dumbledore , you returned and saw Dumbledore die . Crying , the fear of loosing harry and Remus only grew in your heart.

Year 7 : As much as Harry hated it , you were with them , looking for the horcruxes . Harry wanted you to be safe , but you decided to try and keep him safe .

Finally , after the battle where you almost gave your life while coming in front of harry for the spell , you were known as the protector of the boy-who-lived.

Marrying Fred (whom you had saved) you both lived happily ever after , being like parents to your godson , Teddy .

Your adventures

Overall , I'd just say that you usually were the one to protect Harry. He used to jump into risks and you used to be tight behind him , protecting him until Hermione and Ronald came to your rescue . Other things got covered up above 😅 .

That's it ! I'll take your leave

I hope you like it !

#aestheticquote #harry potter ships #harry potter #ron x hermione #harry ron hermione #hermione granger

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alliumwrites · 3 years

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if only we had more time.

please, do not steal my work!

tw//death and characters coping with a loved one’s death

How do you greet death like an old friend when they were always a relative?

Astoria Greengrass always knew that she would greet death sooner than her friends. She knew that she would die sooner than her husband and child. She knew that she wouldn't be able to grow old with her husband. She knew that she wouldn't be able to watch her child grow up. Death didn't scare her anymore—she was afraid of leaving her family in pieces.

How does a wife prepare her husband for her early death?

When Astoria married Draco, he knew about her blood curse and life expectancy. The hours they were apart were the hours Draco spent in his lab, trying to find a cure for her. There had to be a cure for a blood curse somewhere out there or something to help Astoria stay alive a little longer, but he found nothing. Astoria would walk into the alchemy lab to find him hunched over at his desk.

"Draco, what are you doing?" Astoria would ask, but she already knew the answer. As much as she told him that there was no cure for her blood curse, he continued on his hunt for a cure.

"I'm going to find you a cure," he said.

Astoria shook her head, "There isn't a cure."

"There has to be! I'll find one!" He cried out. Draco held onto a sliver of hope that one day, they would wake up and find a cure.

Yet, hope was never enough.

"I'm here now, Draco. You shouldn't spend your time trying to find a cure when you could be spending more time with me," Astoria said.

She always knew what to say to Draco.

How does a mother prepare a child for her death?

Before Scorpius was born, she knew that she had to prepare him for the day she could not be a part of his life. After he was born, she would spend hours watching over Scorpius and teaching him everything that she could. In subtle ways, she had always prepared him for her eventual death.

"My beautiful, Scorpius," she would whisper into his head before kissing it.

How does a mother send her only child off to school?

Astoria and Draco found it difficult taking Scorpius to Platform 9 3/4. People would move away from the small family and send them glares. The people around them knew of Draco's dark mark. The people around them speculated Scorpius being Voldemort's son.

Scorpius had approached many people his age, but their parents would pull their children away from him. Scorpius became an exceptionally lonely child.

"I'll miss you, Scorp," Astoria said as she kissed his forehead.

Scorpius hugged his mum, "I'll miss you too."

"And what about me?" Draco interrupted.

"I'll miss you too," Scorpius said before hugging his dad.

Astoria pulled out a bag of sweets from her purse and handed it to Scorpius.

"Sweets always helped with making friends," Astoria said.

Scorpius grinned up at his parents.

"I love you," Scorpius said as he walked to the train.

Both Astoria and Draco watched as the train made its way to Hogwarts. They hoped that their past would not affect Scorpius' future.

Yet, hoping wasn't good enough.

Scorpius found it extremely hard to make friends on the compartment. Nobody wanted to talk to him, much less sit in the same compartment as him. He tried offering candy to them, just like his mother said, but the students laughed.

"Why would we accept candy from you? You'll probably poison us," the students would say.

Scorpius sat in a compartment alone, eating his candy. When he heard somebody knock on the door, he glanced up.

"Do you mind if we sit here?" The boy asked.

"No, I don't mind at all!" Scorpius said. The girl was hesitant about sitting down, so she continued standing up.

"Would you like some candy?" Scorpius asked. Maybe this time, his mother's advice would work. Scorpius took a closer look at who the two were, and to his surprise, he realized he was talking to Albus Potter and Rose Granger-Weasely.

"Sure," Albus responded.

Rose tried getting Albus to leave, but nothing worked. Albus questioned why Rose wanted to leave so quickly, but Scorpius already knew why.

"She wants to leave because of me," Scorpius said.

Albus looked confused at his answer.

"You're Albus Potter, and she's Rose Granger-Weasely. I—I'm Scorpius Malfoy, son of Draco and Astoria Malfoy. Our parents didn't get along," Scorpius awkwardly said.

Rose rolled her eyes, "That's putting it lightly. Your parents were death eaters."

"Well, dad was—mum was never a death eater, and the rumor going around isn't true either," Scorpius said.

"What rumour?" Albus asked.

Rose tried getting Albus up. "For goodness sake, Al! There's a rumor going on that he's the son of Voldemort! But that's not true! He has a nose!"

Scorpius awkwardly laughed, "Yeah, it looks just like my dad's."

Albus shook his head, "I think I'll stay here, Rose."

Rose stood there in shock and angrily walked away. Scorpius and Albus quickly bonded and were soon both sorted into Slytherin.

That night, Scorpius excitedly wrote to his parents about his new friend. Astoria and Draco smiled at the letter.

Maybe Scorpius wouldn't be stuck in their past.

How does a child cope with watching his mother grow frail?

For the first few years that he knew of her blood curse, he had expected her to get better. Yet, he found himself coming home to his mother getting sicker.

When Scorpius came back home from his second year, his father was the only one on the platform waiting for him. His mother had written a letter to apologize for not being able to go to the platform to pick him up.

"You alright there, Scorp?" Albus asked.

"I don't know why I expected my mother to be here," Scorpius sadly replied.

Albus knew all about his mother's condition. Scorpius and Albus would spend nights talking about the rumors, expectations, and their parents.

"You'll be alright?" Albus asked.

Scorpius nodded, "Of course, I'll see you around?"

Albus smiled, "Yep. You know, Scorp, you're always welcomed at my house."

"I'll ask my dad if I could come over," Scorpius replied.

"Scorp!" His dad called out.��

"Bye, Al."

"Bye, Scorp."

Scorpius quickly walked towards his father.

"Hi, dad." Scorpius said as he hugged his father. Draco greeted his son with a smile before they both apparated back to Malfoy Manor.

As his mother's health declined, more healers would visit. It was a constant reminder of her weakened state.

Both Draco and Scorpius walked up the stairs and found Astoria in her room. A few healers were checking her vitals and taking her blood, but she still wore a smile.

"Mum!" Scorpius said with a smile. He walked over to Astoria and gave her a big hug. He was excited to see his mum but watching her grow frail in front of his eyes pained him. His smile was deceiving; for the smile was not one made entirely of happiness. His smile held a certain sadness to them. It pained him to see his mother grow frail in front of his eyes, but he didn't complain.

He didn't want to complain about the ache in his heart when his mother had it far worse.

He didn't want to complain about the ache in his heart when his father had to watch his mother die.

Yet, both his parents could see the emotions clearly on his face. They tried to comfort Scorpius, but he wanted to be strong for his parents.

Strength was never his strongest suit.

How do you go on with your life when you lost a piece of yourself?

Scorpius had barely begun his third year when Professor McGonagall called him into her office. Scorpius shakily walked with her to her office, where his dad stood waiting.

He knew that something had to be wrong for his dad to go all the way to Hogwarts. Scorpius was not dense. He knew his mother grew frailer and weaker—he witnessed it with his own eyes.

"Let's go home, Scorp," his dad sadly said.

Scorpius ran past the healers and to his parent's room. Draco followed quickly behind Scorpius.

"Mum?" Scorpius quietly asked.

Astoria looked up at both Scorpius and Draco. She smiled and weakly motioned for them to come over to her side.

She knew she was running on limited time, but she wanted to see her son and husband one last time. It was her dying wish to have her memories of Draco and Scorpius etched into her brain and heart when she would have to part ways with life. She stared at both of the boys next to her, trying to memorize their faces.

"Mum, are you okay?" Scorpius asked before kissing her cheek. He knew it was a stupid question to ask, but he held onto the small sliver of hope.

Astoria smiled, "Of course, I'm okay. I have my two favourite boys with me."

She gripped onto their hands. Her hands were much colder and weaker than they used to be.

"We love you so much," Draco said.

"And I love you both so much. More than you can ever imagine," Astoria said before she kissed both of their hands.

Her eyes were heavy, but she forced them to stay open longer. "My boys," she whispered.

"I love you. Please don't leave us—please don't leave me!" Scorpius begged.

From his blurred vision, he couldn't tell that her eyes were closed and her breathing had stopped.

Scorpius rubbed his tears away, hoping that he would see his mother awake, smiling at him. Instead, he saw her lifeless body. Scorpius continued to rub his eyes—maybe then he could wake up from his nightmare.

Draco sobbed into her lifeless body. The two boys held onto her as if she was their lifeline.

They both began to ramble their goodbyes to her, but it became a blubbering mess.

What is home when you can't have the missing piece?

The manor was desolate. Days after Astoria's death, the manor was in complete silence. The healers left the house and took Astoria's body. No healers—no mum.

Draco cried in his lab, breaking the objects that had failed him. He wanted her back more than anything.

Wanting was never enough.

Scorpius wrote a letter telling Albus what had happened before sobbing once more. His father would come in to try and help comfort Scorpius but ended up silently crying as he held Scorpius.

No words were exchanged, but them being there for each other was enough.

#drastoria #draco malfoy fic #astoria greengrass #scorpius malfoy #albus potter #rose granger weasley #oneshot

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layniapetrovnaaa · 4 years

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He wasn't planning on watching any of the girls on stage. In fact, the only reason he was there was because it was the closest place to him with alcohol. The younger version of himself wouldn't hesitate to watch the show, maybe pay for a private one and end up taking that woman to bed with him, but that version of himself had passed away with the rest of the x-men on that god-forsaken day. This version of the wolverine was sick and dying. He was cold and tired, and surviving only on alcohol, coffee, and cigars.

He didn't even want to temp himself by looking over at the almost naked women, figuring that he would become distracted far too easily because of his past year of abstinence. When he was unable to prevent his eyes from wandering, they landed on the dazzler in the middle row of polls. Her hands sliding up and down her body as she danced provocatively around the pole.

His lips wrapped around the cigar as he took a long inhale, the nearly empty glass of whiskey fascinating him more than the colorful lights and sexual music. As he exhaled, the smoke clouded his vision, and he downed the rest of the venom in the glass.

Despite their location being right by the Mexican border, the Texas weather was still fairly cold on march nights, but as the old man recalled, they were not nearly as cold as march in NY, or Canada for that matter. He stumbled out of the flashy building, taking a minute before going to his car to finish his cigar. Despite his gruff and slightly western look, he did not like the south-west. He hated the dry air and hot climate, and he hated how dusty it was. He preferred the cold– or at least cooler temperatures.

Once he is finished, he taps and rubs the fiery end on the side of the building, dropping it on the ground once it was put out. The old him would have been appalled at his execution, but now he was too tired to care.

He would have ignored it, he should have ignored it, but the version of him that he thought had died along with the rest of his friends never truly did. It, being the sounds of a tussle between a man and woman in the alley next to him. He grumbled knowing he was still there where it counted. He still had that thirst for justice and need to help.

Even though all his aching limbs voted against it,he started towards the slender man in the alleyway, the one who had a tight grip on the petite and scantily dressed woman. Logan figured that she worked at the building that he had just exited, given her intoxicating aroma, oiled up body, and...other factors.

She ripped her wrist from out of the weasely man’s grasp. Logan stopped, seeing her reel the same hand back into the air, ready to attack. It was as if time moved in slow-motion as he watched her shiny fingertips melt down to glove the rest of her hand in cool metal. He would have taken more time to admire the femme fatale’s mutation, as it gleamed in the blue moonlight and pink neon sign that hung above their heads, had it not been for the situation at hand.

He wasn't as alone as he thought.

He came back to reality just in time to see the clammy looking guy fall back into the brick wall behind him, quickly scurrying away, but not before spitting “Freak bitch!” at the damsel.

Her hand shifts back into flesh as she dusts them off, letting out a deep breath.

Logan continued to stand in the small and dirty alleyway. He observed the young female mutant as she bent down to pick up her coat and bag from off of the cracked pavement. The knee length black coat she wore disguised her appearance, but the makeup she still had on was quick to make you suspicious. As she slings the bag over her shoulder, her eyes flick up to meet Logan’s, and in that moment he was able to get a good look at her.

His eyes raked down her body. Had her figure been less than greek, the coat would have completely muted her. But with the way that it cinched at the waist, exposed some of her shiny and supple cleavage, and showed off her killer legs, you had no choice but to succumb to her obvious goddess-like aura. Her hair cocooned her in sensuality and etherealness. Logan felt stuck where he stood as he watched her brush past him and out onto the busy street. His feet were quick to follow her, feeling completely encapsulated by her beauty.

“Hey! Um-’ she turns and glares at him slightly, thinking she was going to have another run in with a sleazy man.

“Do y’need a ride?”

***

The wolverine observed her in his peripheral vision every few minutes, and he noted that her gaze never moved from the window in the five minutes that they had been driving for. He had barely even talked with her, only a “yes” and a “thank you” had passed through her sensual lips, but the nearly 200 year old man was already hooked. He never took himself as the type. Maybe he was just desperate, after all it had been a year since he had any physical or romantic contact with anyone. And the insatiable animal that still resided inside of his adamantium bones was begging for her.

She looked young, too young. But then again, he thought to himself, everyone was to young for him. But this girl looked hardly legal, despite her job and tired eyes.

“So,” he clears his throat, looking over at the nymph-like woman

“You're a mutant.”

She couldn't tell if it was supposed to be a statement or a question. She knew that he had been in the alley with them, but she didn’t know when he had appeared and tried intervene, maybe she could play it off. She knew how mutants were treated around here.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” she mutters, her body tensing, but her stare was unwavering from the lit streets.

“In the alley, your hand turned into metal.”

He watched her body shift to face forward, still not looking at the chauffeur. She reached into her bag and pulled out a cigarette, only looking up at him to ask if he minded.

“No, but you gotta put the window down.”

She obliges and lights up the cancer stick.

Logan was never one for cigarettes, but the way she looked with it hanging out of her mouth, the way her fingers and lips wrapped around it, or how the smoke twisted around her, made him rethink his convictions.

“I don’t know what you think you saw, but I’m no mutant.”

“I can tell when people are lying to me, sweetheart.”

She stays silent and takes another drag.

“Why do you care, anyways?” she finally speaks up.

“Because, there aren’t many of us left.”

She nods, and Logan can feel her stare rake over him, but only when he was focused on the road ahead.

“What’s your name, kid?”

“[Y/N]. What’s yours?” she says, taking in a breath of smoke. Her tone sounds impassive, yet there is a slightly cocky and curious ring to it, and the male mutant wasn't sure as to why. Maybe she knew that the lone wolf was already wrapped around her finger.

“It’s Logan.”

“Well, Logan, this is my stop right up here.” she says in a sultry tone, and at this point he realizes that there must be no on or off switch for her titillating presence.

He pulls up next to a quaint diner, decorated in blue and white paint that was starting to chip off the side. He decides not to ask about why she would be going to a random diner at 1 o’clock in the morning, as his eyes scan her once more.

“Well it was nice meeting you [Y/N], nice to know I’m not as alone as I thought.”

She nods.

“I know what it's like to be alone.” she looks at her feet then back up, the cigarette still clasped between her fingers.

Her eyes squint slightly as she looks at the old man, a small prurient smirk playing on her plump lips, and he gulps.

“Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee, Logan?”

His eyes flicked to the center of the dashboard where the digital clock shined. The left side of his brain telling him not to go, and that he should get a few hours of sleep; the right, saying: Fuck it. When are you ever gunna get a chance to be with a girl like this again?

Let me know what you think! I’m planning on writing a series and this is part of the first chapter.

#old man logan #old man logan x reader #logan howlett #logan 2017 #james logan howlett x reader #logan howlett x reader #wolverine x reader #wolverine

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Sixth Year AU: The Romantic Day of the Raven and the She-Wolf

Summary: Hakon wasn’t much for emotions and wasn’t too understanding of his own but when a certain werewolf ask him out on a date, how could he say “no?”

Word Count: 4, 927

The day started like any other for Hakon, like any regular student taking care of basic hygiene needs. Breakfast. Classes. You name it.

His day progressed into something more out of his norm. He recently had an incident where his condition got the best, and he ended up with three works of detention. During that incident, something happened that shook him to the core. His only other best friend, second to Rowan, had kissed him. Chiara Lobosca kisses him.

It wasn't something familiar for Hakon to receive from, well, anyone. Physical displays of emotion weren't standard in a romantic sense. Was it romantic, though?

Hakon didn't dislike Chiara at all. He cared for her deeply as he does for anyone he feels close to. Sure there were moments he would steal glazes at the hospital wing or in class when he wasn't focusing, which was too often as he nearly set a potion ablaze in Snape's class the day before. That never happens. Never.

At the moment, Ravenclaw resident vampire halfbreed was pacing back and forth as he was trying to come to terms with how these past few days have been with the help of some of his guy friends.

"So why are we here again?" Talbott asked, visibly annoyed by Hakon's loud steps. "Odinson, you're going to tear a hole into the ground if you don't slow it down."

"It's useless when he gets like that, and honestly, it's pretty sad," Andre commented as he and Charlie were tossing jelly beans to each other but failing.

"I don't see the harm. I mean, Chiara is a cool girl. She likes dark and broody cloud of sadness." It was Charlie's turn to take a jab at his mate.

Hakon turns to his friends as they visibly gulped as his left eye twitch and his nostrils flared up. "Come again, Weasely?"

"What I mean is that a girl. A girl! Fancies you and you two are so close it would be dumb if you didn't move. And soon," Charlie held his hands up in a mock surrender fashion.

Hakon was always a good friend to Charlie, but sometimes when Hakon was emotional, he was brash, but he knew it was something new for his friend. It was the first time a girl really showed interest in him. So if any of the other guys were in the same boat, they would be having a freak out of some level like him.

Hakon sighed as he ran his hand through his raven locks. A nervous tick.

"Guys, I don't know what to do. This isn't as easy as the vaults or searching for my sister. Or trying to read one of Rowan's many book recommendations."

"Hey!" Rowan said as he acted in mock offense only to be met with a smirk from his best friend.

"Well, why not ask yourself the big question. Do you like Chiara more than a friend?" Talbott decided it was best to throw the grenade of a question because he'd rather be doing anything else.

Not that he wasn't up for helping his friend, but they have been going on for over two hours dealing with Hakon's freak out before speaking.

"You two spend a lot of time together in and out of classes. Hospital wing. I think we've all gotten butterbeer so often, and she took Rowan's spot next to you, mate." Charlie tried stifling a laugh seeing the pout on Rowan's face.

"Penny told me to let her have it, and she'd explain later. Clearly, this is why."

"No kidding," Andre added on, "I mean, how many times has Hakon carried her on his back from our weekends?"

At that, Hakon couldn't help but blush at his friend's in-depth analysis of the situation between Chiara and himself. The two were almost inseparable since their third year. They were each other's comfort when they felt lonely, and they even shared their deepest secrets that not even their friends know at all.

"I..." Hakon struggled to form the words. "I do like her. A lot."

"Finally!" All four boys shouted.

"Now what?" Hakon asked his friends, who all now looked dumbfounded.

"You go and tell her how you feel!" Andre shouted, causing Hakon to flinch.

"Absolutely not!" Hakon shook his head to the side.

"For the love-"

"Wait! Why not have Hakon ask her out? A date!"

"Rowan, you're brilliant!" Charlie complimented his friend patting his shoulder.

"Great, good luck." Talbott was about to walk away from them but was grabbed by his cloak, courtesy of Andre. "Andre, let go."

"Not happening until we solve this. Hakon asks Chiara out. We'll even help plan the date and make sure she can't keep her eyes off you."

"Guys, I was more content taking this to the grave."

"Hell no! You're going to ask her out, and that's that!" Andre said as he gripped Hakon's shoulders after letting go, Talbott.

"I have no choice, do I?"

"Not after you wasted two hours of our lives, no. You don't."

With that, the boys began planning how Hakon would ask his girl best friend out. Elsewhere, a similar conversation was happening with said girl that was the topic of the boys.

"So let me get this straight. Hakon, our resident moody curse breaker, and you kissed because he was having an adamant time with a medical condition? One we don't know about, but you do?" Merula asked.

"In short summary, yeah," Chiara said as she twisted a lock of her hair. She had been grilled by her friends for the better part of an hour. Merula has been doing most of the grilling since Chiara, and she became close one day during astronomy and were, for the most part, good friends. However, Merula was Hakon's friend as well, even though they still fought but not as bloody as years prior.

"Yeah, you need to ask him out," Merula said as she pointed a delicate manicure finger at Chiara. "Because of the tension with you and Odinson is disgusting. I feel the tension ooze off you two, and it's just insanity. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you would want to"

"Okay! Let's slow down before even visiting that idea!" Tonks interjected, getting a thankful smile from her housemate.

"Though you could always just make him love you with a love potion." Tulip joked.

"No, remember how he hounded Ismelda about that? I mean, he was terrifying. So that's definitely out of the question." Tonks flopped down on the desk they were having their meeting.

"I agree with Merula on this. Chiara should ask him out. Hakon may be reserved with his emotion, but that's probably why he's so easy to listen to since he tries to use logic." Penny tapped her chin as the figurative gears began turning in her head. "So use that to explain it to him."

Chiara pondered on her fellow Hufflepuffs words. All of them had her best interest at heart and really were trying to help her out. This wasn't a simple matter; she could cast a spell or drink a potion to make those feelings go away. And she didn't want them to. To her, Hakon was more than some friend. He has been there for her than most of their friends.

It wasn't that they didn't care, and she understood that, but with Hakon, the moment she was in some trouble or was having a rough day, he'd drop whatever he's doing to help her. It made her feel... special. Important, even.

"Okay, um, I'll ask him out," Chiara said. She looked at her friends with a mix of determination and nervousness. To which all the girls (except Merula) cheered in delight.

"How are you going to do it?" Penny prompted.

"I was thinking maybe a letter, and he could meet me at the clock tower?"

"Why not the astronomy tower?" Tonks suggested as she knew Hakon had something about stargazing. During an assignment, he had given her an easy idea on how to figure constellation out by using her transforming abilities and applying them to her eyes to depict details. It worked but hurt her eyes, so she just chose the old fashion way and begged for help from him. He begrudgingly did even though Tonks was a pain, and their friendship was real and robust like the many bonds he has despite his moodiness.

"Great!" Chiara cheered. "Now I gotta write that letter! Thanks, girls!" Chiara left her friends with a pep in her step and new vigor to court her best friend. This was going to end up good or in disaster.

"So, the boys should have gotten Hakon convinced by now?" Tulip whispered to Tonks.

"Yep, they should be wrapping it up."

During the afternoon, Chiara had sent an owl to Hakon, telling him to meet her at the astronomy tower within the hour. For Chiara, the moment of truth would be decided soon for her. Hopefully, fate would bless her...

Click!

The doorknob's sound turning and being pushed open woke Chiara from her daydream, standing at the threshold was Hakon. The two briefly locked eyes. Hakon entered the room and smiled at her, which made Chiara speed up just a little faster.

"Hey."

"I got your letter. You needed to talk about something?"

"Yeah, I did." Chiara brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear as her eyes glanced at Hakon then away again.

"That's good because there's something I wanted to talk to you about too."

"Really?" Chiara asked.

"Yeah, and it's important. But it can wait until after you tell me what you wanted to talk about."

"No, it can wait." Chiara started to panic inter, causing Hakon to panic.

"No, no, you called me here! Only fair, I hear what you say, Chiara."

"No, no-no. Hakon, I insist!"

"No, Chiara, I insist!"

The two went back and said who should speak first for a few moments before they broke into a fit of giggles.

"Should we say it at the same time?" Chiara tried to calm her laughter as did Hakon, only succeeding barely.

"I think that would work." Hakon nodded to his friend's suggestion as he felt a lump in his throat building. Now or never.

One...

Two...

Three!

"Will you go on a date with me?!" The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff shouted to each other.

Then next came the silence...

"What?" Hakon muttered, a visible blush taking over his face. His mouth moved, but he couldn't utter anything. "She was planning to ask me out? She called me here to ask me out?!"

"I... you wanted to ask me out?" Chiara asked.

Hakon didn't trust his voice at the moment, so he nodded in response.

"This... this went better than I expected", Chiara said aloud, only realizing she spoke her mind. "Sorry, it's just that I..."

"You're nervous whether I was going to say "no," weren't you?" Hakon asked, to which Chiara nodded. "Honestly, I was scared you'd say no too. I've been on edge all day because I wanted to ask you, and I couldn't get the guts to ask sooner."

"Hakon..."

"Chiara, you mean a lot to me. When I first met you, I could tell you were beautiful and not simply in looks alone. But in your heart."

Chiara clutched her chest as a blush began to rise again.

"When I'm around you, I can't think straight, and my heart is constantly beating loudly in my ears. And when I'm away from you... I feel alone..." Hakon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly looking at the ground. He turned his silver and red eyes up when he felt Chiara's hand on his cheek with a small smile dawning on her face. She really was as beautiful as the sunrise.

"You mean a lot to me to Hakon. You make me feel alive and that I can just be myself. Hakon, you saved me from being alone for god knows how long it makes me happy. I'm not afraid of myself when I'm with you."

"Neither do I."

Hakon pulled Chiara into his arms in a comforting embrace. Chiara rested her head against his chest and slowly picked up on the rhythm of his fast-beating heart that mirrored her own at the moment. As they stayed in silent comfort, Chiara broke it, who just remembered the reason she called him here.

"So the date?"

"Oh! Right, the date. Would Saturday work?"

"Yeah, Saturday sounds brilliant." Chiara smiles at him, more enthusiastic, and placing a quick peck on his cheek. "See you then!"

With that, Chiara slipped out of Hakon's arms and left a blushing but grinning vampire to be lost in the brief moment.

"She said yes. Oh shit, she said! I need to start planning!" Hakon jumped off the astronomy tower, turning into his raven form, and flew off.

He needed to plan, and he definitely needed help with choosing an outfit. Andre better helps after Hakon helped him with his flying the other day and giving him that limited edition hoodie from Pride of Portree for Andre's birthday. Plus, the other guys would help him plan, or he'd be a freaking mess. Just outside the astronomy tower, though, stood Chiara and the girls who were involved.

"Well?" Merula asked. "Out with it."

"He said yes, and he was planning to ask me out too!" Chiara cheered, showing more excitement than she usually allowed herself to.

"Awwww!" Penny squealed at the news. "So Hakon really wanted to ask you out? That's so cute!"

"Wait, Hakon was going to ask? Oh, I'm so going to tease him about it." Tonks said as she was about to run off but was grabbed by her collar by Tulip.

"As much as I would love to tease him too, we don't want to ruin this them, Tonks. Plus, I'm sure Hakon is freaking out planning what they'll do, and he's definitely going to try hard to make this special."

Tulip knew her friend really tried when it was something important but was slightly lazy if it wasn't. This, though with no doubt probably the essential thing in his life to date.

"I still can't believe I'm going on a date. Oh, no."

"What is it?" Tonks asked.

"What am I going to wear?!"

All the girls looked to each other then back to Chiara then back to each Other, blinking a few times.

"WE GOTTA YOU TO ANDRE! NOW!" all the girls said as they grabbed Chiara by her robes and comically pulled her through the castle to find the style wizard.

As the week progressed, the excitement between the two lovebirds could be seen in their unique ways. Waving at each other during meals and sending random notes in classes (that were not Snapes) only got the two more and more excited for the coming event. Hakon though, did receive teasing from Jae and Andre; seeing their friend so happy was good, but it was also fun to see him get flustered like most do when they fall in love.

Finally, Saturday...

"Okay, how do I look?" Chiara asked the girls, who all gave a thumbs up.

"You go and have fun!" Penny said, getting a nod from Chiara. Waving goodbye, Chiara made her way to the school's gate, where Hakon said they met.

As Chiara made her way over, she spots than young man she'd spend the day with.

"Hakon!" Chiara called, getting the boy to look toward her with a small smile.

"Hey, Chiara." Hakon greeted her. "Wow, you look just... wow."

Chiara was dressed in a medium-length jean skirt that just came above her knees with a stocking covering legs covering the rest of her legs until they met the covering of brown leather boots with a silver buckle right at the ankle. She wore a white long-sleeved shirt with a light brown leather jacket that came no higher than her chest, a purple and black flannel around her waist with her necklace pulling the outfit together. It was so her.

"Thank you. You look wow too." Chiara brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, gaze at Hakon with a small smile on her lips, and light blush on her cheeks.

Hakon wore light blue faded jeans with subtle rips, a black leather belt with a raven buckle, and a black converse pair. Up top, he sported a white v neck and light gray button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and a charcoal cargo jacket stored under his arm. Around his neck was a leather necklace with three rings of gold, silver, and bronze, and on his hands, he had a similar set of rings like Barnaby. Andre got the idea when noticing Hakon never wore jewelry. Ever.

"So, shall we?" Chiara asked after she snapped out from gawking at her date.

"We shall," Hakon said as he offered her his hand with a slight blush. Chiara took it, feeling her blushing rising even more as the two began making their way off the school grounds.

The two made idle talk to Hogsmeade where they'd start their date.

"So, what do you have planned?" Chiara asked as she looked up to Hakon.

"I can't always give you answers because where the fun would, that be?" Hakon gave Chiara a cheeky grin, to which she responded with a pout causing him to chuckle at the cute display.

"You're such a pain sometimes."

"All in good fun."

"That's true." Chiara squeezed his hand, reassuring him of their mutual excitement. The two made their way into Hogsmeade and had gone into the Three Broomsticks; Hakon held the door open for Chiara like any gentleman should for any woman. The two grabbed a seat at a table by a corner. The two of them ordered some butterbeer and sat in slightly awkward silence for a few moments. Both tried breaking it, though.

"So I... oh, no! You go first. No, you! I insist!" both stopped and snickered at the exchange of trying to keep the ball rolling.

"You go, Chiara. My turn can wait."

"Um, okay," Chiara said as she held her glass and glancing at it and him. "How long have you, know, fancied me?"

"Going straight for the jugular?" Hakon cocked a brow. "If you want me to be honest, for a long time, but I never really realized how I felt until one day during charms. Charlie and Jae work talking about how I've been distracted. Remember when we went rock climbing?"

"Yes?" Chiara said as if it were yesterday. During their fourth year, Hakon, with a few others, went to do some rock climbing. After that rock climbing trip, the group of friends had a bonfire, and many were tired. Chiara had fallen asleep on Hakon's shoulder, where he wrapped a blanket between the two."

"That night, when we were at the bonfire, I realized you were important to me even if our friendship wasn't so more than a year old. However, I didn't start wrestling with my feelings until later on. Well, until recent events." Hakon looked at his glass, thinking of the fond memory they shared.

"Hakon..." Chiara smiled as she reached across the table and took hold of his hand, causing Hakon to face her with a smile. The sparkle in his silver and red eyes truly made Chiara's heart race as the blue of hers made him do the same.

"Shall we get going? We still have many things to do if we wanna make it count." Hakon gave the cheeky grin he was infamous for only to get a light eye roll from Chiara, giving a small laugh. Placing a few galleons on the table, the two left the Broomsticks and started weaving in and out of the shops, getting sweets at Honeydukes. Zonko's where they had some hiccoughing sweets (big regret with laughs). They were testing Gladrags Wizardwear, where Chiara dressed Hakon in old fashion wizard hats, getting laughs from him and her as well.

The two wandered the streets of Hogsmeade, enjoying their time.

"This has been loads of fun," Chiara said as she entwined her hand with Hakon, who took hers happily.

"It has. There are two places I've got left to take you. How's your dancing?"

"Dancing?" Chiara questioned. "I'm not too good, but I can at least follow the music's rhythm."

"That's all I needed to know." Hakon pulled Chiara close by her waist, causing a deeper blush to come to her face as the two apparated to Diagon Alley.

"Why are we here?"

"Simple, I'm taking you to one of the best places I know." Hakon walked with Chiara with his arm around her waist, not realizing it was still there.

As he leads them to the particular spot, he had been vague about Hakon cut into a dark alley where a violet neon sign that read "Shadow Notes."

"What is this place?"

"It's a jazz club I come to every once in a while."

The couple entered the club as their ears are hit with the smooth allure of a saxophone, strumming of a guitar, and a woman singing. The smell of alcohol and flowers hung and really kept the place in a relaxed manner. The floors were polished, mahogany wood, tables, and booths scattered the area with a similar design. Candles on each table, a chandelier hung over the certain of the room, and right under it was a dance space of obsidian and marble. Patrons were drinking, dancing, eating, and overall having a good time.

"Are we allowed in here?" Chiara questioned Hakon with a worried look to receive a confident and reassuring smile.

The two walked to a table by the dance floor, Hakon pulling the Chiara out for her and pushed her seat in, then took a chair of his own across from her.

"Welcome to Shadow Notes. Oh, Hakon, how is my favorite customer?" An older man in a butler-like outfit with an apron and a notepad in hand.

"Hi, Mister Willow." Hakon greeted the older man.

"See you brought a friend. A bit of beauty, isn't she?"

"Mister Willow!" Hakon groaned. "This Chiara. She's my date!"

"Oh, you're finally growing up." Mister Willow laughed. "It's a pleasure to meet Chiara. Please keep this boy out of trouble, will you?"

"Of course!" Chiara laughed as Hakon pouted.

"I don't get in that much trouble," Hakon muttered.

"What will you be having?"

"Oh, I don't drink-"

"Two Silver Hurricanes, virgin. Two of Shepard's pies." Hakon quickly shot the order out as the older man wrote the order then walked off. Chiara raised a delicate brow to Hakon, who gave her a brief grin. "Trust me. It'll be worth it and while we wait, let's get on the floor."

"Hakon, I'm not that good-"

"It'll be fun." Hakon gave a soft smile that reassured her. He really was going the nine yards to make this date worth it.

Getting up from their chairs, Hakon placed his jacket on the back of his chair, and Chiara followed his example. Taking her hand, the vampire leads the werewolf maiden to the dance floor, and the two began to dance to slow jazz music until it slowly picked up. With the grace of an expert, Hakon spun Chiara, who struggled to keep up but was slowly catching on to her partner's movements' rhythm. They dance, not caring how sloppy they looked but dance with the heart of those just having a good time. Spinning, dipping, and swaying like nothing in the world mattered to them. It was Chiara and Hakon. As the song ended, Hakon pulled Chiara in his arms as she placed her hands to his chest. The two laughing and panting until they notice a few whistles from the patrons of the club. The pair blushed and walked back to their table, where Mister Willow was walking up with their food and drinks in hand.

"You two seem to be having fun." Mister Willow said as he placed down the food and drinks. "Enjoy you two."

"Thanks, Mister Willow," Hakon said as Willow walked off to his other duties.

"I didn't realize you danced so well, Hakon."

"I'm not the best, but I like dancing to jazz," Hakon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly while looking away.

"Oh my god, this smells amazing!" Chiara took a deep sniff of the food in front of her.

"Wait till you taste it but first," Hakon grabbed the glass of his drink, "a toast. To you."

"What for?" Chiara blushes, covering her face while peaking through her fingers.

"For being in my life." Hakon gave her one of his rare genuine smiles and raised his glass to her.

Chiara grabbed her glass and lightly clanked it against his.

The two took a sip of the drink, and to Chiara's surprise, it was delicious and filled with a subtle fruity taste despite the lack of color. It was a concoction of lemon-lime soda, green grapes, oranges, and raspberries? Its flavor wasn't too strong, but it definitely left the tastebuds wanting more. Then came Shepard's pie, the meat, spices, potatoes, veggies, and gravy blew up in an explosion of fantastic flavors. Hakon sure knew how to pick a place and definitely knew how to make a girl feel special. How long did he plan this?

The two ate, talked, and danced a few more times before it started too late. Hakon apparated then back to Hogsmeade, and the couple made their way back to Hogwarts on foot. Despite their feet being tired, the walk wasn't all so bad as it meant more time together. The time they knew that was about to end soon. As they made their way through the school grounds, Hakon guided Chiara to the courtyard for his evening's final plan.

"Today was so much fun!" Chiara smiled at Hakon, who sported his smile as well.

"Me too, Chiara. I'm happy we went out. I don't think I've had such fun in... in a long time."

"Do... do you think we can do this again?"

"I'd hope so. This was a lot of fun, and I'd hate to think this is... that this one a one-time thing."

"It wouldn't be. I, for one, wouldn't want it to be."

"Neither would I." Hakon cupped her chin in his fingers. "Chiara, can you close your eyes?"

Blushing, Chiara did as she asked and waited for what Hakon had planned next. She felt something cold and metallic clasp her right middle finger. It was smooth and light.

"You can open them now."

Oh, she hoped she had was briefly shattered until she looked at her hand to see a silver ring and blue gemstone in the center of it. "What's this? Wait, we saw this at Gladrags! When did you buy this?"

"Oh, I slipped away when you were looking at some shirts. Saw how you were looking at it and thought it would look good on you. Honestly, I'm surprised it fit, but I'm glad nonetheless."

"Hakon..." Chiara looked at the beautiful ring then looked up to him with tears streaming down her face and smile. At that moment, Chiara threw herself into Hakon's arms and kisses him shocking him briefly, but he soon started to return the gesture of affection.

The two broke away from the touching of lips and held each other in a loving embrace. This was their moment, a moment leading to something that will probably last a long time.

"So... are we, you know?" Hakon stuttered.

"Yes," Chiara giggled at the shyness he was displaying. "We are something together, boyfriend."

"Girlfriend." Hakon smiled as he lifts Chiara's head for another kiss, but they were sadly interrupted by a loud thump.

"Ow!"

"Tonks?!" Chiara squealed.

"Oh, hey, guys! Sorry I was just um..."

"Tell. Them. To. Come. Out. Now." Hakon spoke in a cold tone that caused Tonks to shiver.

"Guys! We were caught red-handed! We got a Code: Pissed H!"

At that remark, everyone climbed from their respective hiding spots. Tulip, Penny, Merula, Andre, Talbott, Jae, Barnaby, Badeea, Liz, Ben, and Rowan. All of whom waved nervously at the now established couple.

"How long were you following?" Chiara acted surprised, but she knew they were following them throughout Hogsmeade until Hakon and her left to Diagon Alley.

"Until Hakon apparated. After that, we kinda waited around." Penny said as she twiddled with her fingers.

"Seriously? Guys, this our first date, and you all popping up like this is just-"Hakon was about to give them a severe tongue lashing until Chiara pulled the taller boy down and kissed his cheek.

"Go easy on the scolding, okay?"

"Yeah..." Hakon blushed as some of his friends started whistling and giving cat calls towards Hakon. "Oh, you're so dead." Hakon immediately chased after the boys who ran away like they just kicked a Hungarian Horntail. "Get back here!"

As Hakon chased the boys, the girls walked up to Chiara and asked how the date went to which she gave a recap of the day's events. Each of the girls had their reactions, but all were happy for Chiara and how Hakon made the day something to remember. Chiara laughed as she watched her boyfriend chase their friends who were screaming like madmen.

"Hakon, he's my sunrise, and I'm never let that go." Chiara took another glance at him, seeing him laughing and smiling.

Best. Date. Ever.

#harry potter hogwarts mystery #hp hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm fanfiction #hphm fic #hphm mc #hakon talon odinson #chiara lobosca #hakon x chiara #vampire x werewolf

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a first for everything. [SERIES]

summary: when you get accepted into hogwarts for a transfer year, you are beyond ecstatic. however, you soon find out a change in enviornment won’t be your only problem. draco malfoy, the most dramatic boy in your year, has been chosen to keep an eye on you throughout your entire year. what on earth could go wrong?

genre: angst, fluff

word count: ???

pairing: prefect!draco malfoy x ilvermorny!reader

part/s: intro // one // two // to be continued

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The train ride to Hogwarts was silent for the majority of your trip. Mostly because you sat at very back, all alone in your own compartment. The only interaction you’d had was with the lady handling the trolley, ending in you buying a few sweets with the money your mother had given you.

You had originally come from America, studying in Ilvermorny. As far as you could tell, you might be the only transfer student in your year.

How amazing. You silently think to yourself. Your first time going to a foreign school and you have no one to help you around.

Sighing, you put your headphones back on, adjusting the volume on your Walkman. No-Maj artifacts really interested you, since both your parents worked in the American Ministry of Magic. It amazed you how the other world could create things just as amazing as magic could. Of course, nothing could live up to the wizarding world, but they still tried.

The beat of the music let your thoughts die down, at least until you got to the campus. When you finally arrived, you saw the flashes of different colored robes pass through the window of your compartment. Red, Blue, Yellow, and Green.

You hadn’t researched much about the Hogwarts houses, but you knew enough to help you identify each one. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and lastly Slytherin. The last one was definitely something you wanted to avoid. Apparently, there’s not a witch or a wizard who hadn’t gone bad who wasn’t from Slytherin.

Gathering your belongings, you make your way to exit door. The smell of pine cone filled the air and you smiled, since it reminded you a bit of home.

Wow [Y/N], not even a day in Hogwarts and you’re already homesick. You thought to yourself.

As you made your way through the crowd, you end up dropping your letter. Quickly, you set your bags down and reach for it. The cobble floor felt cold to the touch, and it yet again reminded you of home. God, how were you supposed to survive the year if all you thought about was home?

After a frustrated sigh you stand up to gather your belongings. Or at least you tried to.

“Watch where you’re going you git!” A voice shouted. You spun around on your heel to face a rather tall and pale boy, with an annoyed expression painted on his face.

Taking your headphones off and hanging them on your neck, you quickly apologize to the stranger you had bumped into. You didn’t wait for his response, and you swiftly made your way out of the crowd of people and into the entrance of the castle.

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You felt out of place. After being instructed to leave your bags at the entry way, you were told to follow the first years into the dining hall. You walked in feeling naked, all eyes set on you since you were very clearly not a first year. When you finally made your way to the front of the hall, your eyes met who you could only guess was Professor Dumbledore.

He stood tall, his long white beard tied at the end. A slender lady tapped her glass, and the commotion in the room came to a halt.

“A very warm welcome to everyone this evening.” Dumbledore announced to the room of young witches and wizards. “As you’ve already known, Hogwarts has launched its exchange year with Ilvermorny. I hope that you can welcome her as if she was one of our own.” He smiled warmly at you.

He continued to announce what seemed to be the regular welcoming to all first years. After his greetings, the slender woman who’s name was Professor McGonagall instructed for the first years to follow her list as they were to be sorted into their houses.

While waiting for your name to be announced, your eyes looked around the hall. The ceiling was beautiful, having been enchanted with magic to look like a starry night sky. The banners of the school hung in the air with pride, above all the tables. Candles floated in the air emitting their warm bright light. It all felt so surreal. You’d dreamed about going to Hogwarts and now here you were.

You were so caught up that you didn’t realize that your name had been called.

“[Y/N] [Y/L/N]?” Professor McGonagall called out once again. You practically lept in your place, startled at the loud voice. You heard a quiet snicker from one of the tables from your left.

Red from embarrassment, you hastily made your way to the wooden stool that sat on the platform. And the moment was finally here, the moment for you to be placed into your house. Your eyes scanned across the room only to be met with sharp, peircing blue-green eyes. He rolled his eyes and you quickly broke eye contact.

Professor McGonagall had placed the sorting hat on your head and you waited- along with thousands of other students- for what the results would be.

“Curios, very curios indeed. Many, many talents! But where to sort you?” The Sorting Hat yelled.

The tension in the room got thicker when the hat stayed silent for a few seconds. You crossed your fingers under your robes, hoping and praying anything but Slytherin.

“Hmmm! The only place to put you in is... Gryffindor!” The hat decided. You let a heavy breath out of your chest and made your way down to the table.

You eyes glanced around the room once more, and it happed again. Your eyes met with his, his face showing the tiniest spark of interest. You decided to give him a small smile, and he sneered. He broke eye contact once again and focused his attention on the two boys who sat next to him.

You shrugged and made your way to the Gryffindor table, settling in and greeting everyone who was near you. A curly haired girl introduced herself as Hermione Granger, along with two other boys who sat next to her, Harry Potter and Ron Weasely.

The four of you got yourselves acquainted, soon finding out that you were in the same year as them. After dinner you didn’t feel as lonely anymore, since Hermione had taken it upon herself to help get settled in. She was actually quite nice, a contrast from all your other friends at Ilvermorny.

Once settled into the dormitories, you realized you needed sleep badly. A whole day of traveling can really do some damage. Once falling into the softness of the beds, your eyes slowly drifted into sleep. Not before, however, seeing the same blue-green eyes once again.

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author’s note: hello everyone! thank you for reading my first story on tumblr haha 🥺. i recently got back into writing and decided to give tumblr a try since there are so many amazing creators on here. just a few notes on this story, i was inspired after reading the background of Ilvermorny. i wanted to give it a try, and i’m very sorry if I get a few things wrong. hopefully you guys enjoyed it!

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lareinenoir · 5 years

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∆Take it all Back ∆

Loki x Female! Reader

Request : Hi, I’m new at this (don’t even know if this is how you do it) but I was wondering if you could write some angst where reader is loki’s wife during Ragnarok, I don’t know the plot could be up to you. Please and thank you very much.

Summary: Loki is now the king of Asgard. All he seems to care about is the throne and the love connection just isn't there anymore.

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"Loki we have to talk about this." You say folding your arms as he continued walking around the room. "We can't ignore this forever."

"Y/N, its the fact that I'm trying not to think about it and you bringing it up is driving me mad!" He shouted and I take in a sharp breath. "I can't think about it, Y/N."

"Fine then don't and watch it fester in your heart and when we get into another argument you are going to remind yourself of that pain all over again," I say back sucking in my cheeks. "And you know what...I'm not even sorry I did it."

His eyes turn to me and a snarl leaves his throat. Loki's eyes burned a hole in mine and that was the first time I actually felt something from him in a while.

Loki shakes his head and said to me, "How dare you! You aren't sorry? Really!"

"I was lonely!" I shout back poking my fingers at his chest. "I forget sometimes why the hell I married you in the first place Loki." I say bitterly. "All you do is sit on your arse and pretend to be someone you are not. You don't lay with me and give me any type of pleasure. The last time you touched me was the night you kinged yourself! So FORGIVE me for finding the idea of Thor touching me more pleasing!"

Loki quickly grabbed my throat and my back was against the wall. Loki didn't squeeze but I wanted him to rough me up a bit. I couldn't help but feel my opening pulse with excitement. I took in a breath and felt my lips curve into a smile.

"Watch your tongue, woman." He hissed as I lick my lower lip. "I'll make you regret your words."

I leaned into his forehead and whispered, "I dare you." A smirk playing on your face

I wanted him to take off my clothes and bend me over that bed face first. I want to feel him touch me, touch my body like he used to. I am tired of feeling numb.

He didn't. He let me go and I fixed the sleeve of my dress that was falling. Loki was walking away and I scoffed. "Enjoy your theater Loki." I tell him, leaning on the wall.

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I had walked in on the last bits of the play and watched my husband sit in his chair laughing it up with the guards and women. Those pretty, young women. I felt my fist ball up as one of then touches his shirt.

"Touch my hus-King again, girl." I say to her in the ear "And I'll have you thrown off the rainbow bridge."

Loki must've heard me because he looked up for a brief second watching the girl scurry off.

Just as I was about to speak, I see Thor walk in with his knee bent down to Odin.

"Oh, shit." Loki mumbles

He then announced loudly,

"My son! Thor has returned! Greetings my boy."

I fold my arms and watch him carefully. Would Thor believe this was his father?

The internal shock I had was, was Loki going to get caught?

What happens now that Thor is back?

His brother interrupts my thoughts saying,

"It's an interesting play. What's it called?"

He spent more time on it then I thought. His ego was getting the better of him and it annoyed me very much.

"The Tragedy of Loki of Asgard. The people wanted to commemorate him."

Pshaw! Yeah right. Loki wanted to commemorate himself and I sat there and watched. Watched him forget all about me.

Thor then replied a bit questioning,

"Indeed they should."

They both stare at the statue of Loki. Sometimes I'd sit there in front of it and rant to him. That statue Loki seemed to be a better listener than the real one.

"I like that statue. A lot better looking than he was when he was alive, though." He jokes and I crack a smile. "A little less weasely. Less greasy maybe."

I have never met Thor. Right now standing a couple feet away, he was indeed very handsome.

His humor...Loki never told me he was funny.

I feel Thor look to me and I quit laughing and look to the ground. "And who might you be?" He asks me and I swallow

" Y/N. A uh...um" I feel Loki staring at me. I couldn't exactly say wife to Odin. That would be so awkward. "Odin's advisor." I smile bowing to him

"Ah," he chuckled taking my hand and laying a neat kiss in my fingers. "Lady Y/N. Its a pleasure to meet you. Why you are very...beautiful."

"Why that she is." I hear Loki scoff terribly under his breath and I give him a sharp look.

Wow. Beautiful...I haven't been called that in a long while. I wasn't sure if I still was.

Thor continued,

"You know what this is?" He raised the skull by the chains

Odin answer quite hastily and shocked.

"The skull of Surtur? That's a formidable weapon."

He takes it off his back and Odin watches him hand it over.

Thor approaches a guard to give it to him

"Do me a favor. Lock this in a vault so it doesn't turn into a giant monster and destroy the whole planet."

"So, its back to midgard for you is it?" Asks Odin.

I wasn't sure if I wanted Thor to go. No because he seemed like someone I could talk to about anything and Yes...well isn't it obvious? If he stayed, Loki would soon get caught.

Thor starts YO-YOing Mjolnir, and turns back to Odin.

"Nope! I've been having this reoccurring dream lately." He says, throwing his hammer back and forth. "Every night I see Asgard fall into ruins."

That's just a silly dream... Signs of an overactive imagination" says Loki.

I can hear it in his voice at how nervous he is now and I feel myself hold my breath. I give Loki a look and we both read each others mind.

I think hes into us. Onto Loki that is!

"Possibly... but then I decide to go out there and investigate and what do I find? But the nine realms completely in chaos!" He says and I know Thor is trying to remain calm. I suck in a sharp breath as he continued. "Enemies of Asgard assembling, plotting our demise, all while you, Odin, the protector of those nine realms are sitting here in your bathrobe eating grapes."

Oh yeah...he knows. Best to come out now, maybe he'll have mercy on us.

"Thor." I say and take in a breath. "I-"

"Well," Loki eyes me with a glare and I quickly cower away. Why...I don't know. "Its best to respect

"Well, it is best to respect our neighbors freedom." Said Loki in a shaky voice trying to avoid the eyes of his brother.

Thor threw mjolnir and it returned to his hand.

"Of course, the freedom to be massacred."

I could feel Loki's emotions getting quite frazzled.

" Yes, besides, I have been rather busy myself." He chuckles and motions with his hands.

"Watching theatre." Replied Thor in disbelief

"Board meetings, and security, council meetings..."

Thor rolled his eyes and let out a brief sigh as if he was getting tired.

"You really going to make me do it?"

What was he going to do?

"Do what?" Asks Loki

Thor Spins Mjolnir and then hurls it off into the distance, and grabs Odin by the back if the neck. My body tenses up and I see the worry in Loki's eyes.

Odin's royal attendants gasp in shock and I do so as well. My hand covers my mouth and I say a silent prayer. I snap at the guards to get their attention to stop this. The Einherjar bodyguards rush at Thor but he kicks them away

"Thor..." I speak reaching out my hand to grab Loki

He payed no attention to me

"You know that nothing will stop mjolnir as it returns to my hand."

"Thor what are you doing!" I say shaking my head

Mjolnir stops mid-air and starts rocketing back, directly at Loki!

"Not even your face." He mutters in Loki's ear. Thor wouldn't dare! Thats his brother! My husband. This wasn't apart of the plan. It wasn't supposed to go like this

"You've gone quite mad. You'll be executed for this."

Mjolnir approaches at a terrifying speed as Loki struggles. I begin to close my eyes because if Loki did not comply, if he didnt yield...

"Then I'll see you on the other side...brother."

"Yield!" I shout and my voice cracks

The jig is up. A shimmering illusion dissipates, revealing: the face of my husband.

"Alright, I yield!"

Thor drops Loki to the ground and catches Mjolnir. Loki looks to Thor with his hands up defensively. I run to him and my hands wrap around him taking in his scent.

Skurge arrives a little late and out of breath. While trying to catch his breath he attempts to speaks,

"Behold! Thor..Odinson-"

"You had one job!" Said Loki pushing me off him and I try my best not to show how much it hurt. " Just the one." His hands in his hip giving him a very stone cold look and his lips in a tight line.

"Where's Odin?" Asks Thor with a scoff

Completely ignoring him Loki said, "You just couldn't stay away, could you? Everything was fine without you. Asgard was prospering" he points to the crowd of people around them. "You've ruined everything. Ask them." He demanded for his brother

Those who aren't freaked out are becoming gradually angrier, eyes on both of us.

Thor walked up on Loki, who backs up onto the chaise lounge.

"Where's father?" Thor asked again "Did you kill him?"

Loki answered shaking his head.

You had what you wanted, you had the independence you asked for!" Loki sounded bitter as he falls to the couch behind him.

Thor pressrd Mjolnir onto Loki's chest. He gave him an angry look and I balled my fists up. I didn't know how much more I could take of this.

"Ow-ow-ow! Alright! I know exactly

where he is."

"Get off of him!" I shout and find my fist at Thor's face. Taking a breath as he looked at me I go off. "YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO HURT HIM! THAT WASN'T APART OF THEN PLAN! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HIM!"

"He's alive and well m'lady. That was my understanding of the deal" He answers and I take in another breath as Loki stands to his feet.

"Plan?" He asks "what plan? Thor what is she talking about?"

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I was dragged by the sleeve of my dress into our room then practically thrown in there.

"Loki?" I ask and I feel myself begging as he paced back and forth and I try and get him to tall to me. "Loki, please. Talk to me."

"Talk!" He shouts "I can't trust you Y/N! You brought Thor here! Why!"

"Why?" I repeat a bit taken back. "Are you really that stupid Loki? You don't care about me! You don't care about me anymore!"

"Women don't patronize me!" He shouts "We planned to rule Asgard together!"

"Together my love." I say taking a hold of his hand. "It was my plan for you to fake your death, get Thor out of Asgard, for us to rule it together. You are missing that part." Loki doesn't speak as I try and keep the tears in. "It seems that you are the only bone getting something out of this Loki. All I've gotten is to live here and thats it. I've watched your attention go from me to that throne."

He scoffed and snatchrd his hand away from me. "I can't trust you."

"What?"

"Your betrayal is far to great Y/N. You are my wife, who I pledged my love too. I gave you everything, Y/N. I gave you a palace and you betray me? How dare you."

Biting my lip and shake my head as tears escape my eyes. My hand goes up and I feel it against his cheek with a loud 'smack' "HOW DARE I? HOW DARE YOU!" My fingers points to his chest. "BEING THE KING OF ASGARD WAS AN IDEA IN YOUR HEAD UNTIL I CAME UP WITH THE PLAN. YOU OWE ME LOKI!" I spat pushing him with most my strength. "You don't love me...and I was stupid enough to believe you did. Because whats in there," my hand goes to his heart. "is nothing but hate. You could never love anyone but yourself. I was so stupid to marry you."

I wipe my tears and sniff. A smile appears on my face as i see his own tears streaming down his eyes. "I thought bringing Thor here would make it better but no. Its shown me that I don't have to deal with your crap!" My hand goes to the ring in my finger and I slide it off.

He looks up and takes in a breath as I take his hand and place the ring in it. "Really?" He asks not even looking at me. "You're giving this back?"

I don't answer but hear him get angry, "Fine! As the midgardians say, 'Fuck you!' When I come back I don't want see you. I don't want look at your face!"

I walked out the room and did my best to keep my breathing steady. Man did feel good! I told him finally!

Just as I was heading for the corridor I felt my body being pushed between a couple of columns in the hall and I smiled when I saw his face.

"You told him?" He asks me "You gave it back? The ring?"

"Aye." I nodded seeing the smile on his face. "Its just you and me now."

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his lips. The lips of Thor as he held me tight in his arms.

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