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As the Sun Sets // Cruel and Evil // Part Seven

TW: blood, gore and mentions of physical and mental abuse

*Please be aware of the trigger warnings for this chapter as it is dark and some themes may be triggering or hard for some readers.*

Theos POV

They have been gone for two hours. What could he possibly want with Scarlet? She isn't marked and neither are her parents. She shouldn't even be part of this war. She isn’t like them, like us. Cruel and evil. She is friends with the stinking golden trio for bloody sake!

She is one of the good ones.

With a crack I whip my head over to where Draco and Scarlet left hours ago. Loud, ear shattering screams are coming from the girl in Draco's arms. “Muffliato now Theo!”

Draco is covered in blood as he rushes over and places her on my bed. She is without a shirt, screaming. It's then that I see the blood is hers. Her arm is covered in what looks like cigarette burns, cuts and a large scar across her left eye. More scars are littered across her chest.

My heart stops. I am frozen. I can't breathe…

“THEO NOW!” Draco's yells bringing me back to reality. I take a deep breath and occlude. Then grab my wand to cast the spell.

“Wh… What happened?!” I finally find my voice, trembling, while Draco is trying to heal the large cut across her collarbone. She's thrashing around on the bed and he can't get her to lay still in order for the incantation to work.

“You're going to have to hold her down Theo. She was splinched... Please. Hold her down.”

I run over to her but as soon as I reach down to hold her other arm, her screams intensify.

“NO. NO PLEASE.” She's begging, fear clear in her eyes. “DON'T TOUCH ME. DON'T TOUCH ME.”

I jump back, hands in the air and eyes wide looking from the bloody girl to Draco. “I- I didn't…” Draco stops trying to keep her still. Gripping his wand so hard that his knuckles are white.

He then looks at me for a second with a frown. He bends down slowly and whispers something into her ear, which seems to calm her slightly.

“You're going to have to do it Theo. I have to hold her down. She's not going to let anyone else touch her.” Draco sits next to her on the bed, leaning over her to hold both of her arms down and whispering in her ear again.

“Shh you’re safe. He's not here. I won't let him touch you.” Confused, I come to stand near and start the incantation.

Slowly her laceration closes and her screams become quieter. Her labored breathing slowed down so much so that you can barely tell she's breathing.

Draco lets out a shaky breath before hesitantly getting up to get a washcloth in order to wash all the dried blood off her chest.

Once the room is quiet again and she is asleep (or passed out) I can finally start to piece together what just occurred.

“What the fuck happened…?” I ask quietly while eyes glued to her chest, watching it move up and down ensuring that she is still breathing.

“She was…” He gulps. “She was punished…” Draco looks towards me, his face is sullen. “Since we haven't fixed the cabinet yet. He went into her mind--” He takes a shuddering breath before he can continue.

“He had them Crucio her till he could get through.” He sighs deeply. “She fought so hard, but I could see her start to break… They just wouldn't stop…”

Tears slowly cascading down the blonde boy's face as he looks over to the girl who has always been like a sister to him.

He leans with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Voice going quiet. “I just sat there. I sat there and did nothing…”

I walked over to her and put a blanket over her bra-clad chest and sat next to Draco. Putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Why wouldn't she let me touch her?” I ask quietly, scared to know the answer. Knowing the types of people who occupy The Dark Lord's inner circle, I can only imagine what they would do with a beautiful girl like Scar.

“They all were there, looking at her. Drooling over her.” Draco's voice is rough. “I couldn't stop them, Nott.” His voice breaks recalling the events of the last couple hours.

“If we don't fix it.” He hesitates before looking over at Scar asleep and then back to me. Completely void of all emotion. “She will be punished far worse than you can imagine.”

Swallowing hard, I look to the boy next to me and I muster “How can I help?”

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Draco POV

It's been three days since the meeting at the manor. Scarlet hasn't really talked about it, just spends all her free time in the room of requirement. Theo offered, no, insisted that he help us, but Scarlett refused. She told me that she didn't want him to get caught up in this with us. That he doesn't deserve to be punished if for any reason we can't get it to work.

I tried to reason with her, tell her that three minds are better than two but she has been adamant. She loves him too much.

“He's smart Scar. We could use him.” I say from the couch that we transfigured weeks ago. We have been in here for hours and nothing. We successfully got a bird through, but it was dead once it was sent back. We are so close I can feel it.

“No. I don't want him involved. The less he knows the better…” She has been flipping through the same book for about 30 minutes trying to figure out what went wrong.

“Scar… I know you care about him.. But look who his father is… He is in the middle of all of this just as much as you and me.” With a slam, she throws the book she was reading across the room. “WE care. WE care about him, Draco. You heard the Dark Lord said. He was talking about marking him! I didn't want it for you and I certainly don't want it for him.”

She made me promise not to tell him everything that happened the other night.. With the others...With his father.. I reluctantly agreed because it would do more harm than good. He would do anything for Scarlet, even if it meant getting himself killed.

“He would do anything he can to help us.” I say calmly trying to hold back my annoyance at the stubborn girl in front of me.

“When we showed back up at the dorm after… everything…. I had to charm him to the chair. He wanted to go to the Manor and take your place, Scar. He doesn't know you're already marked. He thinks he can save you.” I look at her. “It took two hours to convince him that it was a horrible idea to go to The Dark Lord without being summoned.”

I sigh as I get up from the couch to stand in front of her. “I can't keep lying to him, Scar.” I say quickly.

I have known Theo loves Scar since he accidentally let it slip last year when Scar first started seeing Adrian. It was right after Theo found Adrian snogging Daphne Greengrass in an alcove by the potions classroom. I had returned to our dorm seeing it utterly destroyed.

He told me everything after that. Finding Adrian cheating, the years of him fighting his feelings for her. Which all made sense seeing how calm he always was around her. As if she was the only thing in his life keeping him afloat.

He has been going crazy sitting back and watching us struggle with this cabinet. The late nights, constantly being gone from meals. Rarely joining the group on late night outings to the Lake.

It took awhile but he agreed that it isn't a good idea to go to The Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord is not a fan of his followers talking about the meetings to outsiders… No matter how much I want to tell him. Risking them finding out that he has feelings for her, or Salazar forbid, that I told him what happened that night, it will just put all of us in more danger. Who knows what they will do to her then.

A look of sadness eclipses her face as I walk over to her wrapping my arms around her. After a moment of silence I speak up. “Were you ever going to tell me?” I whisper. Nervous that I will scare her away.

She takes a deep inhale and exhales slowly. “There isn't much to tell. You know who my parents are. Just as I know who your father is. Is it really all that surprising how they would treat their unwanted daughter?” All I can do is nod in understanding as I hold her tighter.

She ended up telling me everything. Her entire life outside of Hogwarts and the Manor. She explained all the horrors of living with her parents. She reluctantly removed her disillusionment charms showing me all of her scars including the Mark.

She then told me how she got it. I thought my ritual was traumatic. I never knew what my poor cousin had gone through. I wish I would have known sooner so I could protect her as much as I could.

We ended up staying in the Room of Requirement after she cried herself to sleep. I tried to console her, promising everything will be okay. But it's hard to do when you do even believe it yourself.

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Scarlet POV

“Earth to Scar.” pansy is waving her perfectly manicured hands in my face. “Are you even listening? Theo, Blaise and I are heading down to Hogsmead. Are you coming?” I have been in the library all morning searching for something to help us get that cabinet to work.

“What? Yes, I'm sorry.” Today is the day Draco will put Madam Rosmerta under the imperius curse in order to give it to an unknowing girl in the bathroom, who will then give Dumbledore the necklace. I have been up all night anxious that something will go wrong. Triple checking that the necklace is wrapped so he doesn't touch it. Going over the plan multiples times so he doesn't miss a step.

Adrian meets me outside the castle to walk with us to Hogsmead. He is talking to Blaise and Theo about the upcoming quidditch game. Our hands intertwined while walking down the windy path. With a squeeze of my hand, Adrian gets my attention. “You’re coming to the match right? I even washed my spare jersey for you so everyone knows who you belong to.” he gives me a wink.

“Yes of course. I wouldn't miss it. Me and Pans will be the loudest in the stands.” Smiling back at him.

Theo lights a cigarette and takes a long drag making rings of smoke appear above his head. “Oh dang. I was hoping you would wear mine. I will just have to settle for a good luck kiss.” He teases while handing me the cigarette.

Inhaling deeply I laugh out “Well it's only fair.” I move to playfully kiss his cheek when my hand is squeezed hard, pulling me closer to Adrian, stopping me from reaching over to kiss Theos cheek.

I look over to Adrian and his face is red with anger. “That's enough Nott.” He grits out. “Don't need anyone to think Scarlet here is easy, do we?” He pulled me forward to walk ahead of the rest of the group.

“That was uncalled for Adrian. I have been friends with Theo since we were 11. We were only kidding.” I whisper. “Kidding? Salazar, Scarlet. Stop acting like a pathetic slut.”

Lowering my head in shame, I stay quiet for the rest of the walk. Though I could swear I heard murmurs from the group behind me.

Making our way into The Three Broomsticks we find a booth in the back corner. “Where is Dray? I thought he was going to meet us?” Pansy questions while scooting into the booth sitting next to Blaise leaving me to sit in the middle between Theo and Adrian.

“Oh he is on his way. He said he wanted to stop and get some sugar quills.”

Before Adrian sits down he starts to walk off. “I'm going to get a Butterbeer.”

“Oh I--” I tried to ask him to get me on too but he's already out of earshot. Pansy is looking at me sadly.

Leaning over the table Pansy asks me, “Does he treat you like that all the time?” I send her a confused look before replying “Like what?” at the same time that Theo responds “Yes”.

I turn to look at my curly brown haired friend for the first time since Adrian pulled me away earlier. He looks pissed.

“What are you talking about? He didn't say anything rude to me?” “Just because he didn't say anything, doesn't mean he isn't being an asshole.“ Pansy said matter of factly.

Blaise is nodding his head in agreement. “Oh, whatever you guys. You have never liked Adrian. He's just upset about the kissing Theo comment.” I say rolling my eyes. “What about the slut comment?” Theo says while looking across the table at Blaise while flexing his hands.

“He was joking. Like I said he was just upset.” I reassure the group while grabbing and squeezing Theo hand. “Oh! Look. There is Ginny.” I say changing the subject.

Everyone's head turns at once to look around the pub for her. Adrian comes back and plops next to me with his butterbeer in tow. I quickly drop my hands from Theos effectively gaining a scoff from the boy.

“What are we looking at?” Adrian asks eyeing Theo and I closely. I giggle quietly “Just Ginny and Dean Thomas.”

Turning to look at Theo I wiggle my eyebrows up and down.. “Too bad you missed your shot.” He laughs slightly while shaking his head. A ghost of a smile on his lips “I guess I did”.

“Look there he is!” Pansy says rather loudly “Oh Dr-” “Shh.” Theos stops her from yelling his name “Just wait a second.” Looking at Theo then back to me she with confusion written on her face she stops talking.

Watching, I see Draco head to the back room where he will find Madam Rosmerta and make her give the package to the next girl in the bathroom. Who, just so happens to be Katie Bell. I hold my breath.

He has only practiced the Imperious curse one other time, on me in the Room of Requirement. It worked, but it was an awful experience. Makes me feel bad for Madam Rosmerta.

Once I see Draco re-emerge from the back he makes his way over to our table and sits next to Blaise at the end opposite of the booth. He gives me a small nod and I finally release the breath I didn't know I was holding.

After an hour of jokes and subtle insults between Adrian and Theo we all make our way back to school. Draco and Blaise had stayed back to look in Quality Quidditch Supplies before heading back.

We hear screams come from up ahead of us. Running to the sound we all come to a full stop. There is Katie Bell on the ground. Necklace next to her unwrapped, laying in the snow. Then a woosh and she is picked up by her ankle and suspended in the air. Her eyes dart open at the sky and she lets out an ear piercing scream.

I absentmindedly gasp into Theo who immediately wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest to comfort me. Silently crying, I hear Harry, Ron and Hermione go to help her down.

“Step back! Don’t touch that. Only the wrappins” The voice of Hagrid is loud. When she lands he picks her up and carries her back to the castle with the trio following closely.

When I finally get control of my emotions and let go of Theo to see that Adrian is seething. Walking up to Theo he pushes him. Hard. “What the hell, Nott. Keep your fucking hands off of her.” Another push. Pansy and I are standing to the side shocked, as Theo's face reddens with anger.

“Don’t touch me again Adrian. I promise you will not like the outcome.” Theos words come out calm but I can tell he is holding everything back. “I’m not scared of you, Nott.” Adrian throws the first punch causing Theo to fall backwards into the snow. Blood was already starting to drip out of the corner of his mouth.

Wiping his mouth slowly and looking at the blood that was transferred to his hand smiling, Theo stands up and swings at Adrian. A loud “crack” is heard. I think it’s his nose. Theo is on top of him. One swing after another.

Me and Pansy are yelling at him to get off Adrian. Trying to pull him off of him but it’s no use. Theo is stronger than both of us combined.

“Theo Stop!” I cry out trying to grab ahold of his arm. His eyes are dark. “Please Theo.” I pull harder. I feel his muscles strain against my hands. “Theo, look at me. Look at me please!” I cry.

With that he turns his head towards me. Once his eyes meet mine, they lighten and he is slowly backing off of Adrian. Once Theo is fully off of him I run to Adrian dropping to my knees next to the bloody boy on the ground.

“Adrian. Are you okay? I'm so sorry. Are you okay?.” His face is covered in blood. Grunting in pain he pushes my hands off of him. “Get off of me.”

Slowly standing up he looks at me. “How are you friends with him?! He’s insane!” Leaning his head up and holding his nose “You need to pick Scarlet. Right here. Right now. Me or him.”

I’m frozen. “Adrian please, Theo and I have been friends since we were kids. There is nothing going on between us.” I looked to Theo for some support, but he was already storming off towards the castle taking Pansy with him.

“You don't act like you're just friends, Scarlet. He is always touching you, looking at you like you’re his! I know you're a whore for his attention. You don't think I see the little touches you give him when you think I'm not looking? He has a thing for you and you him. I will not be second to Theo.” He shouts spitting Theos name as if it's dirty.

Theo has been my best friend for years. He’s one of the most important people in my life. It is true that I like Theo more than a friend, but he's more than that, he is my family.

“You need to choose. Now Scarlet.” He's inches from my face now. Anger coming off of him in waves.

With tears in my eyes I look at Adrian “Please don't make me choose.” I say pleadingly “Why not Scarlet. Because you would choose him over me?”

I hesitate for a moment. “Yes. I would choose Theo…” Anger flashes through him. “You really are just a pathetic whore, who will hook up with anyone who says a few nice things to you.” He laughs in amusement. “We are done.” With that Adrian storms towards the castle, leaving me crying alone in the snow.

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sorrow-and-bliss · 1 year

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Let Me Help You

Draco x Sick Reader

Warnings: Reader has chronic pain/health issues. Angsty anxious Draco. Fluufffffyyyy (A little cheesy)

Draco has some extra powers. In this adjusted universe you can feel someone else's pain by touching them.

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'Rain may fall and wind may blow, And many miles be still to go' ~ J. R. R. Tolkien

You walked doggedly down the corridors of Hogwarts, each step heavier than the last. School had been exhausting lately and it wasn't helped by the inflammation in your veins. Pain permeated your whole being as spasms darted in and out of your body, pinching you here, searing you there. It made you numb, causing you to completely check out. Your friends simply thought you were tired but there was someone who knew better.

In your daze, you failed to notice a head of platinum blond hair in the mass of students crowded around the potions door. Pain ricocheted through your body, causing you to clench your jaw and wince. Then your eyes glazed over once more in an unseeing stare.

Someone spoke to you.

"Hey, y/n, snap out of it."

"Huh?" You murmured.

Draco Malfoy grabbed your forearms then jumped back with a sudden yelp. The surrounding students gave you both strange looks.

You understood at once what had happened, and Draco looked at you in alarm. As the other students went off, Draco put an arm around your shoulders, steering you away from class. He completely ignored your protests until he reached the outer archway leading to the grounds.

"What are you doing?" You snapped, flinging his arms off, finally getting a word in.

"How long has this been going on?" He interrogated. "That was no measly shock I got and I know darn well where it came from. Merlin's beard, why didn't you say something?"

He ranted in frustration as he pulled your sleeves back.

"Draco, no," you warned. "You'll get hurt, too." You looked on in horror.

"And just let you suffer?" He fired back.

It was concern that made him so tense, and you could see the sympathy swimming in his eyes.

He put his hands on your arms again, moving up and down, trying to discern an epicenter. Finally, he settled on your biceps. Slowly the pain drifted out of your body and took the shape of a dark mass hovering around his hands. Not once did he flinch as he absorbed the pain. "Draco you shouldn't!" You cried in protest. But he only shook his head.

"How long has this flare up been going on?" He asked, tone laced with grief.

"It's been... awhile."

He sighed, then infused the swirling mass into a nearby stone, catching you just in time before you swayed to the floor. Your body had gone into sudden relief as the pain left.

"Oh, y/n, y/n," he repeated, caressing you. "Please tell me when these things happen," he pleaded. "I can't stand you suffering alone."

You cried silently into his shirt, as he rubbed your back.

The stone that Draco had flung away began to smoke and hiss before exploding and turning to dust.

You looked at him curiously, "How did you do that? I thought you were going to absorb it."

He smiled at you fondly, "I know. I've been experimenting and studying. Another object can absorb an illness from the withdrawer's hand, but will combust upon absorption."

"But you could still feel the pain temporarily?" You pressed, anxiously.

He shrugged, "Don't worry about it. If you can handle it, I can too."

"But -"

"Shh," he ran a hand through your hair. "You need to rest. Come on."

Picking you up he carried you outside and set you down under a beech tree near the lake. It was a pleasant day with the sun actually peeking out. The grass was soft beneath you and an amiable breeze blew. Draco gently pulled you against his chest.

"Draco, we'll get in trouble skipping classes." You murmured, as the sunlight warmed you, ending your will to move for a few centuries.

He waved off your concern. "I won't get in trouble because I have connections, and you won't get in trouble because you're an excellent student."

Draco pulled out his wand and did a flourish. Bellflowers began to crop up.

Then with a ringed finger to the wind, some small air currents began to dance around his hand.

Taking the sphere of wind he'd obtained, he pressed it gently to your chest. Oxygen filled your lungs, and your body finally relaxed.

"Thanks, Dray." You smiled and snuggled into him.

He kissed you soundly on the lips and stroked your cheek.

"Anything, for my y/n."

'But under a tall tree I will lie, And let the clouds go sailing by.' ~ J. R. R. Tolkien

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drarrily-we-row-along · 2 years

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July 3: Fruit Stand

Harry hadn't ever skived off of work. He'd never called in sick (even when he was), he'd never taken a mental health day, never even used a day of vacation time.

But when he woke up this morning, he just couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't go into work for another day, couldn't listen to stories of heart ache and misery, couldn't keep fighting the darkness like there was nothing else left in the world.

So he called in sick. It was surprisingly, ridiculously simple. They didn't even ask him any questions.

As soon as he got off the floo call, he put on a pair of muggle skinny jeans and plain black t-shirt. He pulled his hair up into a messy bun, put on a pair of sunglasses, and got into the convertible he'd purchased on a whim three years ago.

With the top down, Harry took off down the road, music blaring as he drove wherever the roads took him.

He ended up driving along the dirt roads in the country, hardly wide enough for two cars. The fields and the sun, the dirt and the humid air, it made him all but giddy.

And when he saw a fruit stand off the side of the road, he couldn't resist pulling over to see what they were selling. He parked and meandered through, touching the veggies and fruits, sniffing the bouquets of fresh flowers.

The sound of a crate being set onto the table behind him startled him and he turned, ready to greet the person who'd come into the stall only to be struck mute instead.

And for a moment, Harry was certain that it couldn’t be Draco Malfoy unloading mason jars onto the table. Draco Malfoy would never be caught wearing dirty jeans and a white tshirt with a hole in the side. He couldn’t have imagined that Malfoy would have hair long enough to braid, but that strands would slip messily out of the braid. There was no world in which Draco Malfoy would be caught wearing muddy work boots, or that he’d have dirt streaking his forearms all the way up to his elbows.

The other man was still adjusting the glass jars when he spoke and Harry was positive it was Malfoy, "Good morning," he started, "sorry I wasn't here when you-" he turned and caught sight of Harry, "Potter?" he asked, taking a startled step back. "What in Merlin's name are you doing here?"

"I don't even know where here is," Harry confessed. "I just started driving-"

"And ended up at my fruit stand?" he asked incredulously.

“Yes,” he replied, “As unbelievable as it sounds.”

Malfoy blinked at him, seemed to weigh that information in his mind before nodding once, "fine."

"Fine?"

He shrugged and went back to pulling the glass jars out of the crate he'd brought over. "What else am I supposed to say?"

And when Harry actually thought about that, he supposed that was fair. What had he expected? "Maybe you'd like to insult me, for old time's sake," he offered.

Malfoy snorted, "I'm more self aware than I was at 13."

Harry cocked his head at him, finger idly tracing the fuzzy skin of a peach in the basket in front of him, "What does that mean?"

"That I can recognize that I was a gay teenager, desperate for attention."

Harry laughed, couldn't help it. Malfoy's eyes flashed but Harry spoke up before he could say anything, "It's funny because that was one of the first things I realized after I realized I was bi."

Malfoy's shoulders eased a bit, he gave Harry another long assessing look and seemed to decide to hold his tongue. "Those peaches are good, by the way."

"Are they?" Harry asked as he lifted one from the basket.

The other man hummed, "I have it on good authority that they're the best batch of peaches I've ever sold."

"Good authority, huh?" Harry said as he pulled out his wallet.

"First one's on the house," Malfoy said, waving away the money Harry was trying to offer him. "And yes, Martha has been buying my peaches for her pies for years. She just won the county pie baking contest yesterday and told me that she was certain it was because my peaches are to die for this year."

"Only one way to find out, I suppose," Harry replied as he brought the peach to his lips and bit into it. Flavor burst across his tongue, juice dripping down his chin and fingers, and he couldn't help but let out a soft groan at how good it tasted.

"Told you," Malfoy said with a pleased little grin as he watched Harry.

He swallowed the bite, "Merlin, Malfoy," he said. "That is the best thing I have ever tasted. I want to buy an entire bushel."

"I'll make a deal with you," Malfoy said, "If you help me with carrying up some crates from my barn, I'll give you an entire bushel."

"Alright," he replied around another mouthful of decadent peach, because he honestly couldn't see a downside to that.

Malfoy grinned at him, "Come on then."

He followed the other man toward the barn, tossing away the pit once he'd finished the fruit. Malfoy pulled the door open and Harry was met with the sight of more crates than he'd ever seen in his life. "What in the name of Merlin-"

"I don't grow all of my own fruit, obviously," Malfoy said. "So I trade with other farmers. I have lots of crates to return," he added.

Harry laughed, "I'll say."

"I just don't have time-" Malfoy started, "And they all have families to help them-"

He softened, he understood that sentiment well, "I'll help," he said quickly.

Malfoy gave him a grateful little smile and Harry wondered at it for a moment, until Malfoy started giving him instructions. "It's pretty simple," he said earnestly, "Just sort them by their marking, we'll make stacks out by the fruit stand so that we can trade back."

"Got it," Harry said as he started to pull crates down.

There was the sound of crunching gravel as a car pulled up, "Sorry-" Malfoy started.

"It's fine," Harry said, waving him off, "Go ahead."

Malfoy gave him a grateful little smile and headed over toward the fruit stand once more. Harry watched him go for a minute before turning back to the crates and starting to sort once more.

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It had taken him a couple of hours, but he'd managed to sort everything and bring the crates up to sit beside the fruit stand. In return, Malfoy had given him a bushel of peaches for his labor.

That had been five weeks ago and Harry had found himself driving back each week on his day off. To buy more peaches, of course. Not because he wanted to help Draco.

Only, there was something about Draco's smile when Harry asked if he could trade him some labor for peaches that made his stomach swoop.

"The DMLE really must not pay you all that well, if you're here looking to work every week," Draco teased that afternoon after Harry had finished helping him sort the crates and fill them with the peaches and honey that Draco was trading with them.

He hummed, "I think it costs me more to work there than I actually make," he muttered darkly.

"Say more about that," Draco murmured, shoulder brushing against Harry's.

Harry closed his eyes and let the sun soak into his skin, "I feel like everything is dark there," he said, which he knew sounded like bullshit. "I'm constantly fighting wave after wave of people doing evil or idiotic shit and it just-" he broke off, shaking his head, "You start to forget that places like this exist. That sunshine and fresh air are easily accessible, that there's hard work to be done that's meaningful and life sustaining in it's own way."

Draco hummed, "Maybe you should look for a new job."

They might have said more but one of the neighboring farmers pulled up with his rusty old pick up and they were swapping out crates of produce.

Still, the thought echoed in Harry's mind when he went to bed that night, not quite able to shake it.

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When he returned the next week, he was a bit worse for the wear; the last case he'd been on had gone horribly wrong. His magic going haywire in self defense had been the only thing that let him make it out alive. He was hobbling a bit as he got out of his car and made his way around the trunk, wincing as pain tugged at his ribs.

"You look like shit," Draco said when he looked up and caught sight of him, but the concern in his voice and in his eyes belied his words.

Harry hummed, "Being cursed repeatedly with experimental curses will do that to a person."

"What?" Draco asked, rising to his feet and moving to Harry, fingers fluttering over Harry's neck as he looked at him.

And it felt so good, to have someone care, to have Draco's tentative fingers brushing his skin as though he wanted to fix something, that his eyes welled up with tears, much to his mortification.

"Hey," Draco said, hands gripping his shoulders a bit more firmly as he drew Harry into his embrace, "Are you alright?"

"Sorry," he said, trying to pull away, "It's stupid."

"Hush," Draco replied, keeping Harry in his arms, "Tell me you're alright," he instructed.

Harry nodded against his neck, letting himself relax in Draco's arms, "I'm okay. I'll be okay," he clarified, "Just sore still."

"Okay," Draco murmured, his hands rubbing soothingly over Harry's back. "Okay," he whispered again.

When they drew back from each other Harry rubbed the back of his neck, "Sorry-" he tried again.

"For what?" Draco asked, as he went back to putting fruit into the display cases. "Having human emotions? Not being unbreakable all the time?"

He huffed, "You didn't sign up to help me get over being a basket case."

"First, you're not a basket case, you've experienced trauma" he said, with the air of someone who had repeated that phrase over and over as he tossed Harry a peach. "Second, who has signed up for that job?"

"No one," Harry said through a mouthful of fruit. "Who would want to?"

Draco turned and looked at him, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen out of his braid behind his ear, "I would."

Before Harry could even think to respond, Draco was transfiguring a basket into a chair in the corner of the room between the peaches and the honey jars, “sit,” he instructed.

“I’m here to help,” Harry protested.

Draco nodded, “Great. Then sit down,” he repeated.

With a huff, Harry collapsed into the chair.

"Have you ever collected honey from a honey comb?"

"Is that a serious question?" Harry asked, eyebrows furrowing.

Draco shrugged, "Well you know what they say about assuming things."

Harry laughed, "No, Draco," he said. "I've never collected honey from the comb."

"Well," Draco said, dragging over a box and placing it beside the chair Harry was in, "I was going to work on it today anyway. But you can work on this and since I have you here, I'll work on boxing up more jars of honey."

"Alright," Harry said, "What do I have to do?"

Draco patiently showed Harry how to use the uncapping comb to take the wax off of the honey comb that blocked the honey, then how to carefully load the honeycomb into the extractor. Harry diligently filled the extractor with the honeycomb, then, per Draco's instructions, started to hand turn the extractor. It was surprisingly difficult, hand turning the extractor, spinning the comb to get the honey to come out. But when he'd finished he felt pride swell under his breastbone and he looked up to see Draco watching him from the corner where he was putting flowers into vases, a little smile at the corner of his lips that he didn't bother hiding.

He came over to where Harry was still sitting and handed him a pail that he covered with a cheese cloth, and showed Harry how to drain the honey from the extractor and separate the wax. Then he handed him a pail for the wax, explaining that he'd make lotions, soaps, candles, and even lip balms with the wax later.

And Harry couldn't help but feel even more amazed at this version of Draco who'd learned to do so many things by hand, the muggle way. who was patient, and diligent, and hardworking.

The day went on in much the same fashion, Harry continuing to extract the honey and strain it. He helped to cover the stand when people stopped by while Draco went back and forth from the barn, bringing up crates and filling them. Draco tossed him peaches to eat throughout the day and Harry found himself staying longer than he normally would and feeling glad of it.

When Draco was closing up the fruit stand, Harry stood, covering the last bucket so it could sit for 48 hours and allow the wax to rise to the top. Draco had told him that he'd skim it off the top with a metal spoon. He stretched and winced as it pulled at a bruised rib.

"Come in for dinner?" Draco offered.

Harry blinked at him, not having expected such an invitation.

"It's nothing fancy," Draco hurried to add. "Just some beef stew that's been simmering in the crockpot and I was going to throw together some biscuits," he shrugged, "but there's enough for two. If you want?"

"I'd love that," Harry said eagerly, "If it's not too much of an imposition."

Draco smiled at him, open and easy, "Not at all. Come on," he said, nodding toward the house.

Like a stray in need of a meal, Harry followed at Draco's heels and sat at the counter, eating fresh strawberries from the carton while Draco talked about his bees and made baking powder biscuits. And Harry couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this content.

Maybe he never had.

He stayed late, they'd moved onto Draco's porch, drinking a raspberry lemonade that Draco made himself and chatted as the stars came out and the cicadas began to sing.

After a comfortable moment of silence, Harry sighed. "I should go," he said, ankle knocking against Draco's where they're resting on the porch railing next to each other.

"No you shouldn't," Draco said, turning his head to look at Harry and Harry turned to look back at him. "You should quit your job and buy a farm."

Harry laughed, "I couldn't possibly own a farm, I wouldn't know where to start."

"I didn't either," Draco said softly.

"Yeah, but you're-" he broke off, not sure how to finish that thought.

"I'm?" he prompted.

He licked his lower lip, "Resilient," he murmured, "Brilliant," he added and watched as Draco's cheeks flushed a pretty pink in the pale light coming through the kitchen window, "too stubborn for your own good," he teased.

Draco huffed a laugh, "Isn't stubborn your middle name?"

"Maybe," he conceded. "But I'm not brave like you."

"Harry James Potter!" he all but shouted, swatting at him, "you take that back, you absolute pillock. You are literally the poster child of Gryffindor bravery and heroics."

"But it's different, isn't it?" he asked softly. It was something he'd been thinking a lot about since he found Draco here all those weeks ago.

"What is?"

He shrugged, "I've been brave in all of the ways I was expected to be. I've followed the rules and guidelines laid out for me and have been the perfect storybook hero."

"Right, so bravery is also your middle name."

He laughed, "that's a lot of middle names," he teased and Draco rolled his eyes. "But it's different to be brave like you've been," he said seriously. "To try something new, something off the beaten path, to do something that no one is asking of you, to start again with no support." He shrugged, "You're really brave."

"I might kiss you," he said, eyes dropping to Harry's lips.

The smile that threatened was too big to be contained, "I might let you."

Draco was out of his seat slipping his knees on either side of Harry's thighs, and they were laughing a little breathlessly as the rocker made it an extra challenge for him to straddle Harry. Draco paused inches away from Harry's mouth, meeting his eyes, and all of the laughter drained from his body.

He carded his fingers through Harry's curls, slowly combing them back from his face as he looked at him like he was intent on memorizing every freckle. Then he carefully slipped Harry's glasses off, to allow his fingertips free access to carefully traced his temples, his cheekbones, nails scraping lightly against Harry's beard.

And Harry could barely breathe, could barely move, too afraid that if he shifted he'd break the spell and Draco would realize that it was Harry that he was touching with such reverent care.

"You've no idea just how exceptional you are, do you?" Draco asked softly but before Harry could answer, Draco's lips were brushing over his, the lightest, barely-there pressure before he drew back again.

"Draco," he rasped, "Please."

The other man groaned and cupped Harry's face as he brought their lips together once more, applying more pressure this time, and Harry's head was swimming at the contact. He gasped into the kiss and his fingers clenched in Draco's t-shirt, pulling him closer. Draco obliged him, sinking lower into his lap so he could get a better angle.

He had no idea how long they sat on the porch kissing and kissing and kissing, but he knew he was dizzy with it when Draco drew back to press their foreheads together.

He skimmed his hands along Draco's sides and Draco shuddered. "You're so sensitive," Harry murmured, and he was sure the awe in his voice was a tangible thing.

Draco swallowed and Harry nudged his chin back with his nose so he could trail kisses along the pale column of Draco's neck. Draco let out a soft whine and Harry's blood sang. "I've never-" he started, then broke off to whimper when Harry's scraped his teeth lightly over his adam's apple.

"Never?" he prompted.

"Done this," Draco whispered, like the confession terrified him.

Harry buried his face in Draco's neck, fingers clenching in his shirt, "Yeah?" he asked.

Draco nodded, then hastened to add more like he thought Harry needed a justification, "I just never-"

"You don't have to explain," Harry said, lifting his head and drawing Draco's mouth back to his own, to kiss him lingeringly.

The other man sank into the kiss again and Harry wanted to do so many things, wanted to deepen the kiss, wanted to slip his hands under Draco's shirt; wanted to touch him and kiss him and hold him until he was shattering, until he was falling apart, and the only thing holding him together was Harry.

He pulled back, "I should go," he said.

"That's a terrible idea," Draco replied, leaning in to steal more kisses.

Harry groaned and slid his hands into Draco's hair, undoubtedly making a mess of his braid. "I should go," he murmured against Draco's mouth.

Draco shook his head, and let out a petulant and needy whine, and Harry almost caved.

"Draco," he murmured, cupping his cheeks and pulling back far enough that he could get him to look at him. "I want to do this the right way."

He pouted at him, "What's 'the right way'?" he asked, making air quotes around the words.

"I want to take it slow," Harry murmured, kissing his pouting lower lip. "I want to kiss you, and hold your hand, and take you to dinner," he said as he pressed a kiss to the corner of Draco's mouth. "I don't want this to be just one heat of the moment encounter. I want you to want this-"

"I want it," Draco whined. "Trust me."

Harry chuckled and sucked Draco's lower lip into his mouth, "I want it too," he said when he pulled back again.

"Then stay," he said, hands rubbing over Harry's shoulders.

"I want you to know I'm serious," he said. "I don't want you to think I'm not in it for the long haul."

"I promise not to think that," he said, fingers toying with the collar of Harry's shirt.

Harry groaned, "You are making it very difficult to be a gentleman."

"Good," he replied unrepentantly.

He laughed, nose brushing over the spot between Draco's neck and ear and making the other man shiver. "Anticipation is a good thing," he murmured directly into Draco's ear and his entire body shuddered. "Trust me."

"Are you really going to leave?" he asked.

Harry nodded, sucking his earlobe into his mouth.

"Fuck," Draco cursed, pulling out of his arms and off his lap. "If you are leaving, you need to do it now, or I swear to Merlin I will not be held accountable for my actions."

He laughed and held his hands up in surrender as he stood out of the chair, groaning as his sore muscles stretched. "Besides," he added, grinning with mischief, "I want to be in tip top condition, not grunting and groaning every time I move, like an old man," he said as he stepped down off the porch.

"Best not wait too long, then," Draco replied snarkily, following Harry to his car.

When he reached the car, he turned and wrapped his arms around Draco one more time, "I had a really good time tonight."

"Me too," he said, hands lightly trailing over Harry's chest. "Let's do it again sometime."

"Is tomorrow too soon?"

Draco smiled, "You tell me," he said. "You're the one with the plan to take it slow."

He laughed, "I'm just thinking that I've got some vacation time I haven't used. Have any use for an extra set of hands around here?"

"Plenty," Draco said as his thumb honed in on Harry's nipple.

He grunted in surprise, "You're a menace," he said, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his chin.

Draco caught his face and kissed his lips again, soundly. "You are welcome to stay," he said.

"Tomorrow," Harry promised, kissing him once more before starting to de-tangle himself.

"Tomorrow," Draco repeated.

Harry grinned at him and climbed into the car, he leaned over the side and gave Draco a wink. "Sweet dreams."

As he drove off, Harry couldn't help but think that he was more excited for 'tomorrow' than he could remember being in a long time. The next morning he started to call in to use vacation time, but ended up quitting instead.

Within the month, he'd moved in with Draco and there they stayed, happily farming peaches and keeping bees until the day they died.

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The Best Brothers Aren't Blood Related lllll

Sorry! I know yall have been waiting a while for this! Well here it finally is!

Spot looked out the window for the fifth time within the last three minutes.

"Relax, he's probably just a little late," Jack reassured, noticing Spot's fidgeting fingers and restless leg.

"I know, but it's been thirty minutes Jack," Spot said nervously, which was pretty out of character for him.

"Relax," Jack said. "Why don't you go grab a glass of water or something, and I'll call his phone.

Spot did as his adoptive brother said, and went into the kitchen, which was one room over from the living room. He grabbed a glass of water, and started sipping on it while leaning on the counter.

Spot snuck a look at the clock over the dining table. 35 minutes late now. Race wouldn't really do that to Spot, right?

"I'm gonna kick his ass," Spot mumbled. Just then, Spot saw Race walk into the kitchen.

"I'm so so so sorry! My sister stole my car, and I had to track her down to find it, and-" Race started, but was abruptly cut off by Spot.

"Hold the fuck up your sister stole it??" He questioned, stifling a laugh.

"Yea!!" Rsce shouted angrily. Spot's eyes roamed his body for a quick second. His hair was gelled, he wore a white shirt and a leather jacket, and nice jeans. It was a flattering contrast to Spot's black dress pants and white button up.

"Shall we be going?" Race asked in a fancy voice to attempt to humor Spot.

"We shall," Spot returned the fancy voice, while taking the hand Race held out.

Race led Spot out to the car, which was an old, beat up Nissan.

Race opened the door for Spot, who gratefully accepted and climbed in. Race then walked over to his side of the car, before quickly driving off.

When they made it to the restaurant, Al Di La Trattoria.

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Back at the Larkin/Conlon/Kelly home, Medda was on call at the hospital she worked for, leaving a lonely Jack at home.

He picked up the phone, and dialed none other than his boyfriend Davey.

"Hello?" Davey answered, sounding busy in the background.

"Hey my mom's not home, so you know what that means!" Jack said enthusiastically, and Davey couldn't see it, but he knew Jack's eyebrows were wiggling suggestively.

"Harry Potter marathon?" Davey asked, the sound of his keys jingling in the background.

"Hell yea!" Jack responded.

"Be there in five," Davey said, before hanging up.

Jack went to the kitchen to grab Takis, Doritos, Popcorn, and two fresh glasses of Iced Tea. He went back to the living room, set the snacks down on the coffe table, laid out a bunch of blankets and pillows on the couch, and turned on the TV.

He had the first movie ready to play when the doorbell rang. "Let me in!" Jack heard Davey whine.

"Why should I?" Jack teased before opening the door, letting a cold Davey inside.

"Why are you so cold?" Jack asked seriously.

"The heating in my car went out, I'm gonna get it fixed tommorow," Davey explained.

"Damn," Jack mumbled, before welcoming Davey over to the mountain of blankets and pillows on the couch. "Ready?" He asked, because consent is key, even for Harry Potter and snuggles.

"Of course!," Davey exclaimed before walking-or rather waddling-over to the couch where Jack sat.

Jack reached for the remote and pressed play, the nostalgic sound of 'Hedwig's Theme' playing.

After about thirty minutes into the movie, the snacks were diminished, and both boys were not mentally stable enough to be making rational decisions.

"Ok but here me out-Draco and Harry." Davey questioned, looking at said characters squabbling on the TV.

"No no no no. Ron and Harry," Jack retorted, reaching for the Takis.

"But enemies to loversss," Davey whined. "As an amateur author my professional opinion is that enemies to lovers is the best!" Davey added, eyeing the bag of chips in Jack's hand. "Can I try one?" He asked.

"You've never had one???" Jack interrogated, before handing a chip to Davey.

About thirty seconds later, "WHAT THE FUCK??? HOW DO YOU ENJOY THESE??"

"What can I say, I have a high spice tolerance," Jack teased.

After Davey caught his breath, the two's focus returned to the TV.

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They were now on to the fourth movie, Goblet of Fire, when they heard a knock at the door. "It's open!" Jack shouted. In entered Spot and Race, coming home from their date.

"Ooh Harry Potter marathon?" Spot asked as he plopped himself down on the couch, motioning for Race to take a seat. They entered at the scene in which Draco is turned into a ferret, a personal favorite of Jack's.

"Ok but here me out-Draco and Harry," Spot said, a virtual repeat of Davey and Jack several movies ago.

"No no no no no no no Cedric and Harry," Race said, as both Davey and Jack's heads whipped in the direction of Race.

"You're joking right?" Davey asked in a disgusted tone.

"No," Race said simply.

"Drarry," Spot said.

"Hedric," Race retorted.

"Yea Drarry," Davey added.

"Nooooo Harron," Jack whined.

They never came to an agreement.

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𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐆. ─── ☾ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

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English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

Draco Malfoy knew you perfectly, even he felt capable of writing your autobiography if it occurred to you to do something like that tomorrow, but he had realized that he had never seen you in such a state of nerves, not even Snape's exams were capable of giving you such an anxiety attack, and he thanked Merlin you hadn't listened to Crabbe and Goyle laugh while you hobbled into your heels in the Slytherin common room because he was sure that then you would have blown the boys up with some charm or you could have hit them with the most painful hex you could think of; let's just say that, in your state, it was impossible to find the lovely, emboldened and conscientious student who had dared to ask Hermione Granger to the Yule Ball.

"Where the hell have I left the damn wand?"

You questioned again as you went back up the stairs that led to the girls' rooms, specifically the one you shared with Pansy and other students belonging to the house of snakes, bumping into some of your classmates on the way who, seeing your face slightly reddened by nerves and haste, they tried to get out of your way so as not to suffer from any curse that occurred to you. Something in you had changed since you had seen on the central clock in the room that it was two hours before the start of the much-acclaimed Christmas dance and no one was willing to have huge antlers or a pimpled face just because you were so stressed that, every time you thought you were properly dressed and that your outfit was perfect, you made a defect that made you quickly have to go back to your room to change.

That damned dress was your downfall, and no matter how hard you tried to find the main flaw, you couldn't.

"We don't need the wands. It's a dance!" Pansy exclaimed from the small central room of the common room, crossing her arms again as she saw the long train of your dress disappear that she had asked you to wear so that the green colour would highlight your figure even more, even if she was only doing it so that you would wear the tone that distinguished your house and not look like you belonged to the house of the lions because of your dress of reddish, orange and yellowish tones. "It is impossible to please her. Why is she so stubborn? She's not even going with Viktor Krum to the dance."

Your Slytherin classmates wouldn't understand you, you were sure of that, and it had been clear to you from the very moment you set foot in Hogwarts that Malfoy intended to be your friend, just as he had intended with Harry when he met him on the train. In the cabins there were very few free seats and, although the platinum-haired boy had tried to convince the one with the scar to become friends and thus be able to share space with him and have an anecdote to tell his parents, he ended up joining the seats that you were free because of Potter's refusals, then becoming your friend, even if you didn't support his extreme ideas and that you had to scold every time you heard them. You and Draco had different thoughts, you just had to see how you treated the other housemates, but that didn't mean that you couldn't get along and that you were mischievous from time to time with those ideas that the others didn't like.

"You know damn well she'd never go out with that asshole," Malfoy muttered as he shook his head gently, smoothing his shirt again and fingering some of the top buttons to make sure he'd fastened them properly. "Honestly, I'm glad you thought of Granger before that brainless jerk."

"Draco, but you didn't support Krum in the competition?" Goyle questioned, confused by his friend's sudden change of mind.

Draco's snort caused Crabbe to nudge his friend back to silence.

"I'd rather support Krum than Potter and Diggory if that's what you mean," the platinum-haired man mentioned, emphasizing his enemy's last name, "but as for going out with my friend, understand that I'd rather she go to the dance with Granger before anyone else. I prefer her even before you two."

Pansy couldn't help but smile when she saw the puzzled faces of her two companions; they were really stupid without meaning to.

It was no surprise to anyone to learn that you wanted to invite Hermione, they just had to see the way you looked at her in the Yule Ball, and it only took a raised eyebrow from Draco to blow your mind. You were both friends and, although it was true that you were not part of the golden trio, at some point they had come to you to obtain information about their adventures or to sneak them into some prohibited section of the school, even helping them to enter the Slytherin common room through some necessary instructions while Harry and Ron had used Polyjuice Potion and you were seeing to it that Hermione returned to her usual appearance. You had been very helpful, but above all, you worried that the female of the trio was completely fine and that didn't go unnoticed by anyone because they just had to remember how worried you were when the Basilisk had petrified her.

"Why would I want the wand if we're going to a dance?" You asked out loud as you headed down the stairs again, tripping on the last step you peeped at in the worst way you could. "For God's sake, what nerves."

"Who is God?" Pansy questioned, confused to hear you mention that being for the first time.

"A very important entity in the muggle world, but it doesn't matter much now," you muttered, running your hands over your face to try to think if you were forgetting something or not. "I know there's something I need to do, and I've been thinking about it on the way down, damn short-term memory."

Your murmurs and whispers confused Draco, worrying him about how anxious you were getting.

With a soft sigh, Malfoy approached you, placing his hands on your shoulders to stop the spinning you were doing while trying to remember what it was that you had forgotten, causing you to suddenly raise your head to meet the concerned blue eyes of your friend had on you. He was aware of how nervous you could be, you appreciated Granger in such a pure and special way that even he forgot at times who that Gryffindor was, but if you continued to behave in that way you would surely withdraw the proposal, and you would not have the courage to face the girl you loved so much.

"I think that's enough, okay?" The platinum spoke, caressing his shoulders gently. "You're perfect, you're lovely and Granger has chosen you for a reason, and that is that she likes you as much as she likes you, okay? So now she's waving that huge train on your dress and we're going to pick up your partner."

Your previously opaque gaze suddenly lit up, and with a flick of your fingers, you unfastened the semi-transparent train you carried with you and folded it before heading back to your room so you could tuck it away in the deepest corner of your trunk, listening to a scream from Pansy, who was horrified to see that you had decided to remove the only element of your outfit that could make the other guests see that you were from Slytherin house. The moment Draco saw you in the gorgeous dress that had previously been covered by that long train, he could understand why you were so nervous, which is that Pansy had gotten it into your head that in that elegant ruby-hued gown, green was a fantastic choice even if it wasn't.

You were blocked, you had panicked, and that's why you had been so scared.

"Wait, so she's indeed going to go with Granger's Mudblood?"

Crabbe's question to Goyle caused nothing more than the second nodding softly before both, slightly petrified, slowly looked up to meet your bright eyes that denoted anything but peace. Both Slytherins, seeing anything but feelings of peace and tranquillity reflected in your eyes, quickly apologized and fell silent.

"I'm going to go now. The sooner I pick her up, the less desire I'll have to get into bed and not attend the dance," you murmured, gently scratching your cheek before saying goodbye to each of your companions, carefully observing how the platinum-haired boy greeted you smiled with encouragement to give you emotional support.

With your heart in your mouth, and thinking that your restless feet would make you turn around to get back into the Slytherin room, you began to advance through the long corridors of the underground area of the castle, full of life and colour for the first time, while you excitedly greeted some of your classmates who were waiting impatiently for their respective partners to appear, almost making you believe that Professor Snape was among all the crowd of students trying to cross the corridor to reach his office. A strange feeling of warmth had suddenly come over your body and, although you might think it was due to the large number of floating candles that were in a row to guide the students to the lower floor of the castle, you were aware that it was the emotion of seeing Hermione what made you feel so good.

Between sighs and thoughts of hasty escape, along with quick greetings and congratulations to the three champions who had been chosen by the goblet, you finally met Harry and Ron, who seemed to be muttering to themselves something you couldn't understand. You couldn't help but grimace when you saw the panic-stricken face of the former, even though you had hardly spoken to him since he had been chosen as the fourth participant to win the cup and be crowned the winner of such a dangerous game. You felt really bad about the lack of support he initially had from the whole school and how dangerous each part of the championship seemed to be; honestly, you would never have dared to put your name in the goblet let alone fight a dragon-like Potter had.

But, after all, only that kid was capable of getting into such serious trouble.

"Guys!" You exclaimed, surprising both to hear your animated voice, taking a couple of strides to reach the duo who calmly descended the stairs that led to the upper floor where the tower of their house was located. "I finally see you, I hadn't even had time to talk to you now that you're so famous."

"I wish I was known for something other than being a cheat," Harry muttered, clearing his throat, and looking back at you to smile broadly before changing the subject radically. "You look great, that dress looks great on you."

"Yes, are you sure that the hat placed you in the correct house?" Ron questioned mockingly, seeing you raise an eyebrow after looking at him fully. "Not a word of this, I'd swear it belonged to a relative of mine before it came into my hands."

"It's not that bad, it's just that it has some weird ruffles and the colour isn't exactly one I'd wear," you commented, shrugging, noticing how Ron's cheeks turned a deep reddish hue, "but you look amazing, any girl who goes with you will be lucky.

"And why haven't you invited me to the dance?" He asked with surprise and hope, thinking that maybe it was possible to cancel his date, but the sound of your laughter did nothing but discourage him.

"My dear redhead, if I had been all alone for the dance, I would have asked both of you, but I already have someone," you answered, biting your lower lip, and seeing the surprised looks of the other two boys. "Did you expect me to be without a partner?"

"Well, like Hermione," Weasley pointed out, making you frown at his statement, watching as Potter gently nudged him into silence. "What? It's true."

You couldn't help but gently shake your head as you listened to Ron because, while it was true that you had heard that he had made her cry because of that silly assumption that no one would want to go to the dance with her, you couldn't wait to see his face when he saw the wonder he had missed because of his poor ego.

"Do you think no one would want to ask Hermione to the ball?" You asked, gently tilting your head in confusion as the redhead shrugged. "We're not talking about just anyone, it's Hermione."

"Yeah, I know, that's why," Ron pointed out.

"She's not just any Gryffindor," you stated. "She is a wonderful girl, she is authentic, she is kind and sweet, the smartest person I have ever met, she never fails her friends and she has all the virtues that she can have someone. Of course, sometimes she is pedantic, and a little annoyed with her orders, but it is because she cares about others. After all, she loves them and, honestly, I don't know how you are unable to appreciate a person like her in the same way that Harry or I do."

Your declaration made a hidden heart give a great turn, and it is that Hermione, waiting in the corner that was next to the stairs to be able to surprise you, had listened to your little speech that, full of affection and good intentions, had penetrated deeply in her to the point of making her feel like a swarm of butterflies were tickling her belly, being forced to caress that area for fear that someone would find out about it even if it was something that only she felt and thought about.

With a couple of steps, she was no longer only in your sight but in the sight of all of Hogwarts.

Anyone who saw her would think that she was just another student as she had put on a little more makeup but, being Hermione, everything had suddenly changed in the atmosphere.

You swallowed hard and felt how your hands began to sweat with the appearance of Hermione because, as she descended the flight of stairs that separated you, you could see how her pink-hued dress seemed to be about to make her fly thanks to the ruffles of various shades of the same colour, making her look like the true princess that she was and the beautiful swan that hid under the school bustle, in addition to the light makeup that she had applied to herself returning to her varied freckles scattered on her face wonderful bright stars lighting up the room and making the areas that stood out on their own even more visible and amazing, all with a highlighted hairstyle that must have cost her too much to do due to the various braids that made up the decorated chignon with little bobby pins with butterfly charms that had not been able to catch all the unruly locks of the young woman and that they had allowed some to rest gently on her shoulders in little eddies.

From your perspective, you were looking at the most beautiful phoenix, the ideal potion, or the best performed Stunning Charm in the world because, hell, it looked such that there was only one word to describe it.

"My dear, you look perfect tonight," you murmured with a sigh as she stopped in front of you.

Hermione couldn't help but smile hearing you say those sweet words that caused her legs to tremble for a short second.

"You too," she whispered, in such a way that those statements were so confidential that even Harry and Ron couldn't hear you.

Granger took your hand, not caring how sweaty it was or the look of surprise on your face, and quickly ran to the Great Hall where most of the couples were already ready to receive the champions and celebrate Christmas in a big way, but not before allowing himself to look over his shoulder at his two friends who were looking in surprise in your direction while a select group of Slytherins grinned as they realized that you had managed to be with your perfect match.

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AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Justin ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! MCR ROX!

Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I'm also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I'm in the seventh year (I'm seventeen). I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

"Hey Ebony!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Draco Malfoy!

"What's up Draco?" I asked.

"Nothing." he said shyly.

But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fangz!

Chapter 2.

AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!

The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.

My friend, Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)

"OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!" she said excitedly.

"Yeah? So?" I said, blushing.

"Do you like Draco?" she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.

"No I so fucking don't!" I shouted.

"Yeah right!" she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me.

"Hi." he said.

"Hi." I replied flirtily.

"Guess what." he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade." he told me.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR.

"Well…. do you want to go with me?" he asked.

I gasped.

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2hr Draco sketch.

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy fanart #traditional art #copic markers #copics #dramione #I don't know where his shirt went #He's hiding his scars #being broody #a touch of photoshop #tiny q

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Haven

“… so I’ll stay half away, and i’ll guess that it’ll do.” (Novo Amor- Haven)

[Cedric is eager to put himself in danger and there is a need to save him, whatever it means.

Dumbledore's announcement of the Triwizard Tournament is taken from the movie Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I took the last name Scamander for the character knowing very well it comes from Fantastic Beasts.

Also English is not my native language so if there is something wrong I apologize. Don't hesitate to let me know how I can improve myself!]

7600 words.

The weirdest dreams are always the one that stay in mind for a long time. I always had much trouble to wake up. The comfort of my bed and the sheets are a torture to leave. Instead, I turned around, trying to hide my face from the light that was shining bright. Usually, the curtains are always closed. I was forced to open my eyes when I heard noises from other people. How are there people in my bedroom? I opened my eyes instantly, straightened myself up and looked around. The look on my face must have betrayed my feelings when two pairs of eyes looked at me in dismay.

“What’s happening? Why aren’t you awake and ready to go! There is an announcement today, hurry up!”

I must admit that my first reaction would have been to scream at the girl if I was not astonished by the fashion of the surroundings. The walls, made up from stone, gave to the room a cold atmosphere that made it even less possible for me to get up from my bed. My fingers tightened around the sheets as I sighed. I have been pretty much awake and trying to fall back asleep seemed impossible as someone had thrown an outfit directly at my face. I wasn't in the mood of fighting back and so I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I put the skirt reluctantly as I usually preferred to go with a jogging… but I didn't even know what I was doing there and didn't want to raise suspicions. I went with the shirt and there I was, ready. I followed the group of girls that was talking to each other. Their pace was pretty slow which was an advantage as I was tired and still trying to understand what was happening. I forced myself to mind their conversation as I looked around to see, with amazement, how beautiful the room was. There were green garments everywhere, with snakes around them. This, was the moment where I understood where I was: in a dream, at Hogwarts. It could have been a nightmare, but it would depend on what would happen next.

I pinched myself to wake up but felt nothing but a painful darting. I sighed once again as I understood that there was nothing much to do except following the girls. The main mission was not to figure it all out but to not lose myself. The corridors were numerous and there were way too many doors for me to dare leaving the girls from more than an inch. I struggled to recognize anything. I had to admit that I had the most disastrous sense of direction in the world. It didn't matter much which world we were in.

When we arrived at the common room, I recognized it without much trouble. The four tables aligned with beautiful china and plenty of food made me forget the harsh morning I had had. I was quite surprised to see that I was not much traumatized with my not being in my own world. I could do with it as long as the food was good enough. My only question was to know why my dream was starting with me being a Slytherin and not having the opportunity to have the Sorting Hat in my head having a debate with itself to know whether I was a good or bad girl. I guessed that there was not much to say about that. However, no one was eating and I allowed myself to look around me. I could see Draco Malfoy speaking with his “friends”, if one could call this friendship, and I realized that I was now in a world where I knew what had happened before and what could - or would - happen next. I could not prevent myself from opening my mouth as the realization came through my brain. I wanted to scream and run away to warn people but I didn’t really want to look like a crazy woman that could go next in the psychiatric ward next to Neville’s parents.

How could I think such things? That is horrible and I was not supposed to know about that! Maybe I really am a Slytherin after all…

As I turned my head to look around me and catch a glimpse of Potter, my eyes fell on my best friend who was there - I was not at all surprised, she was almost always present in all my dreams or nightmares. I tried to wave my hand at her but I saw her busy with Fred and George. I didn't know which one exactly but I knew that she could tell the difference. After all, she had studied them very well in reality, so it wasn't surprising to see that even in my dreams she seemed quite fond of them. She seemed to see me too and waved at me, so I smiled at her. I knew from the look she gave me that she had understood what I wanted to say.

The meal had not started yet but Dumbledore was coming to talk to all the students. I didn't really know why but I straightened up and looked at him with attention. There were people who were very impressive just because of the way they looked and behaved. I can tell you that it applied to Dumbledore as well as… Severus Snape that was sitting and looking pissed off at everyone. Now that I knew what I knew about him I couldn't help but understand him.

“Attention, please. This year Hogwarts will host a legendary event: the Triwizard Tournament. During which time a single student gets to represent his or her school in a series of magical contests.”

I guessed that the schools had been introduced before because I could see the students already sitting at a table and I did not regret having missed their little play of introduction. I was very glad, in fact, to not have witnessed the stupid dance and fight moves of them. When I come to think of it, I was really being judgemental that day, I should have shut my mind.

“One last thing: Eternal glory… is what awaits the student who wins The Triwizard Tournament. But to earn it, that student must survive three tasks. Three, extremely dangerous tasks.”

I looked around and met the eyes of Cedric Diggory -which I had hated by the way-, his death had been so stupid that I had never been able to recover. Sordid -or courageous- was his death that I had never been able to ease the anger that had risen in me as Dumbledore continued to speak about the three tasks. To see the stupid smile of his starting to spread across his lips, my blood had started to run though my veins at such a high speed that I had wanted nothing more but to hit him with the glass that was in front of me. That’s only when the meal had started that I realized I could do something about it.

Indeed, I was here and I knew everything that would happen. I could use that in my advantage to save his life. That would be a sort of bonus…

…

I definitely am a Slytherin.

The meal had been done and to my own surprise, I didn't even remember what I had just eaten. I was just profoundly excited - as well as afraid - so I ran up to my best friend. I grabbed her hand and took her with me to… somewhere in the castle not too far from the common room so that we would not be lost.

“Okay, first of all, how? How are we here, how I am able to feel you touch me like in real life?”

Okay…This question from her was not what I was expecting but I guess I could do with it.

For now.

“I was never the clever one when it comes to paranormal or weird experiences to begin with. I didn’t even know where we were until I was in the dining room or whatever the name of this room is. However, bro, are we really here? Are we really in this story? Are we not dreaming? I pinched myself earlier and I didn’t wake up. And what are you doing as a Gryffindor? I though you were Ravenclaw?”

“I am! I am a Ravenclaw! At least I believe I am…” I laughed, saying that she looked like Ron Weasley.

“My main mission is not to get out of here, not before we save Cedric’s arse. Don’t ask me why Dana, I want to answer that it will ease the rage I feel every time we watch the movie… you know… the one where he dies.” I struggled to remember the title every time but I can’t even think more than a few seconds before Dana answered back.

“Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Laisa.” She corrected me. “The movie’s title is Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.”

I smiled at her. “Great, I am so happy to hear the title that I will forget in about two minutes. However, help me.”

She rolled her eyes at me before sighing. “I don’t think we can. Think about it calmly. We do not have many options.” She sighed. “We cannot tell anyone. What if they don’t believe us? Then, we will never be able to do anything. But if we tried to change something, what would be the consequences?”

She was right. She was always right. I rolled my eyes as I looked around and witnessed Cedric being surrounded by a lot of people, asking his opinions about the tournament. Hearing him getting excited about it made me forget about Dana’s speech.

“Think about it… We cannot let him die that stupidly. I’m sorry but I can’t and I don’t even know why. But my main mission is to make him change his mind. I don’t have to say that I know the future. I just have to be… persuasive.”

Dana looked at me with a smile she couldn’t hide. “I don’t understand your obsession with him. He’s a Hufflepuff.” She marked a pause as I look at her for a long time, waiting for her to say what she wanted to say. “Be kind, and maybe it could work.”

“I was thinking more of threatening him but I will make an effort. Just for you my dear Gryffindor.”

I hadn't done much the first day. First of all because how was I supposed to approach Golden Boy if he was always surrounded by groupies? And even if I was in this world, truth was I didn't have a wand. Or I hadn't exactly searched after it to be honest. I didn't know about magic and I wasn't in the mood of learning it for one reason: I didn't want to blow up this castle. The classes weren't exactly my cup of tea as I just listened. I thought I would like Potion classes since Severus Snape was my favourite character but it appeared that Potion was like cooking classes and I still hated everything that had to do with cooking. We didn't have access to DADA classes as well but I didn't really mind it, as long as I wasn't missing Remus Lupin's boggarts class. (One could argue that I had Daddy issues but I wouldn't engage in this conversation, nice try.)

The previous day was smoother than the one before. First, I wasn't startled of waking up in an unknown place. Second of all, I went to eat breakfast and on my way I met with Cedric. Who was quite surprised of me talking to him. I could understand : I had appeared yesterday and no one seemed to care about it but he did. Asking me questions about my name and my grade. Thank God, Dana was there with me to answer the last one because I didn't even know. However, "however" was - and still is - my favorite word.

Real however this time, we talked about spells and his position as prefect. Which I completely forgot and don’t really care about if I have to be honest. My main preoccupation at that time was the tournament and I stopped their conversation.

“Do you want to take part in the tournament? I heard it’s very dangerous.”

His smile said everything and I rolled my eyes before he could even answer.

“That is such a bad decision… especially for a Hufflepuff. I don’t mean that to be mean. I mean… you guys are supposed to be like, sane and take decisions that make sense.”

“I am not sure, but I am eager to take on a challenge and prove myself for once. »

I scoffed at him and Dana put her hands on my arm. “She doesn’t mean no harm but we don’t really understand this passion that you have about doing something that is so dangerous.”

“It is not about fame or being recognized by others; it is more about a personal challenge that I want to achieve by my own efforts alone.”

“Bro you will need Pot-” Dana’s hand ended up on my mouth and Cedric looked at us terribly confused.

“She thinks you don’t need to do that, you already proved yourself with your grades, your position as a Prefect and how perfect you are.” I took off her hand.

“I would never say that but let’s pretend I did.”

He laughed, not at us, with us. Minus me because I was not in the mood of laughing. I already knew he wouldn’t change his mind with this brief exchange with two unknown girls.

“It is very kind of you to worry about me but… I really need to do that.” And with that, he left.

“I can swear to God, you won’t.”

The next days were very boring in terms of my mission. I didn’t get to talk to him, I didn’t really want to to be honest. I heard he put his name in the Goblet and everyone was cheering and for a short amount of time, I thought that maybe dying for this dream was worthy for him. And then I remembered that he only died because his stupid ass wanted to be courageous and, to be honest, he shouldn’t have to be. I think I was growing fond of him and the image he wanted to show off. This act is already brave enough. But was it really worthy of disappearing from everyone’s life?

I didn’t have to mind much longer since Diggory was in front of me with a big smile.

“I put my name in the Goblet. Now, I just have to let fate acts in my favour… or not.”

“I heard about that. Everyone’s happy about it which makes it quite sad if you want my opinion.” His furrowed brows made me continue. “No one seems to care about the danger that you are taking to prove yourself. I am not sure one needs to do all that to prove something. It just screams insecurity to me.”

“I do not really understand what you want to say. We do not know each other.”

“I know we don’t. That’s not really the point of this conversation isn’t it? You want everyone to be happy about your participation? For what? Fame? Sorry I’m not buying it. I don’t even believe that someone as thoughtful as you would do something that stupid.”

“You don’t have to be despising at people who wants to achieve something.”

I smiled, on the verge of laughing. “I don’t have to achieve anything. Existing is enough already. You should think about that. I am not risking my life for something stupid such as “eternal glory” that won’t be helpful in times of crisis. What is glory in a world as dangerous as the one you’re living in? You should take off your name as long as it’s still possible.”

“We can’t. The only way for me to not participate is to be disqualified.”

And at this, I rise and got closer to him.

“Good luck, then.”

If I can be honest. This piece of information he gave at the end was what I wanted. I didn’t know how to cast a spell and I didn’t even know where my wand was. Or if had a wand at all. But now, I just needed to disqualify him. The main question was how? And for that, I needed Dana. In front of the Gryffindor’s door I was waiting for someone to come out or in so they could tell Dana that I needed here because apparently we didn’t have phones in this beautifully scary world.

“Are you looking for Dana?”

I turned around and looked high up to see a ginger head, and my smile became wider. I was going to play it cool - for Dana’s sake. He didn’t need to know that we were crazy human blood people who knew the future.

“Were you with her?” I winked at him and his smile widened as well.

“Nop, Fred is, but I don’t know where they could be.”

“Shoot.”

“Just kiddin’. She is in there, I’ll look for her. If you see George, tell him I’m waitin’ for him, I need his brain.”

“Bro aren’t you Geor- ok nevermind I will. I guess this is another thing I’ll never know.”

Two minutes later Dana was out and we went to the library to discuss, which was not my best idea. How are we supposed to whisper while talking about saving a life that didn’t wanted to be saved?

“Is there something in the books or the movies about disqualification for the Triwizard tournament?”

“Not that I can remember of, and I do remember very well.”

“Bro he didn’t lie to me, he’s a Hufflepuff. Whatever that means.”

“I’m not saying he did but that you will have to find out. And you can’t ask him more about it because he’s not stupid at all. He may already have suspicions.”

I looked at her with an inquiring look.

“No… I don’t really think so, I just wanted to put us in the mood for the next step of the mission.”

“Okay, however suspicious or not, he doesn’t deserve to die.”

She looked at me with a smile I didn’t quite like. “That stupidly I mean.”

“Yeah, of course.”

The thing was, I thought I had time to put up with a plan to know more about the disqualification thing that Cedric brought up to me but, he came to us with a huge smile, announcing that the names would be given to us in two days and it made me instantly forget about Fred and George looking like my grandpa. He must have noticed because his smile started to fade away as well. Not a minute later, we found ourselves in the corridor, speaking for him, arguing for me.

“You don’t really have to be upset, it’s not you that is endangered.”

“Yeah I know that because I use my brain before taking any decisions. Of course I wouldn’t put my name in the Goblet because there are so many things more important than a stupid tournament which gives you nothing but “eternal glory” from people who already wished they were you. ”

“But my father is very happy about my participation and it is something I wanted to do for as long as I can remember.”

“Don’t talk about family pressure will you? Dead, there is no pressure left at all.” For once it seems that perfect Diggory was breaking as he eyebrows frowned not from incomprehension or disbelief but anger. And that, my friends, is very attractive, even though it’s not the moment to focus on that.

“I won’t die! I know what I am doing, I’m not stupid! I know-” I stopped him putting my hand on his mouth.

“Diggory you must breathe before getting angry. This is not something you can do by yourself only. These three tasks are dangerous and if Dumbledore insisted on that part it means that they are, indeed, dangerous. And what I understand from this kind of danger is that it’s deadly.”

“It won’t be.”

“I think that you don’t know about that. I’m quite sure of it, it will. I can’t say much more about that, but I wouldn’t be that worried if it was something that could be done as a team.”

“No, you can’t do that either, if you put your name with someone else’s name it means that you’re disqualified.”

Do you know how hard it is not to smile and scream from excitement when the piece of information that was missing is offered to you on a silver platter? Because I don’t know how I was still able to control myself and not to laugh at his face. I wanted to hug him for how helpful he was without even knowing it.

“Yo that’s… a shame, really.”

I felt his discomfort in this conversation and decided to cut it short. I had better things to do. For both of us.

“I have to go by the way, hm… Let’s say, that we’ll see each other after the name’s announcement. Whether it will be to celebrate or grieve.”

He smiled. “I don’t think we will react the same to news.”

“No, we won’t.”

Few hours passed before I was in the corridors, at night, lost. Completely, okay, in my defence I don’t understand this castle. The stairs are moving and you have to think about balance and the place you want to go. That’s not easy to do both at the same time. And then, the corridors, you have to be careful of not getting noticed by the professors. I wouldn’t mind having the Marauder’s Map. I didn’t think of asking about it because we have to be careful not betraying our knowledge about the future. And who am I to know about this map? Except being the best friend of George’s future girlfriend?

In front of the Goblet, I felt quite uneasy. There was so many names in it and so many lives put in danger for what seems to be futile. I cannot explain how angry it made me, to know that there were people who couldn’t be saved. I cannot explain how angry I was to save Cedric’s life and condemned another one to die. But I didn’t know that for sure.

And what needs to be done, needs to be done.

So I did. I went in front of the Goblet and wrote my last name next to Cedric’s and put it in the Goblet. I didn’t think it would react that way. I should think before doing things. I’m not much better than Cedric on this one. There was a terrible shaking coming from inside the Goblet and in the air, a dashboard with my name and Cedric’s being written and crossed, in red. I guessed that my plan was taking a turn that would put me in a terrible position.

The next morning I spent hours thinking about whether I should say to Cedric what I did or wait like the coward I was for Dumbledore to reveal his disqualification. Mine was not very important for this tournament was absolutely nothing to me. Nothing.

Time was passing very slowly, as if the torture should continue. The price to pay is nothing, but it will not be just it. Tomorrow, I would taste the most disagreeable feelings that I could imagine. Cedric’s smile and certitude seem to bragged at me like I was destroying his trust - that I didn’t earn yet - and his future. This would be what everyone will think, but I will make him avoid his death. I didn’t know what would await him from now but this was how it should be anyway.

I don’t want to say I’m regretting my choices. But the fear which was growing in me was destructive. And maybe it was not fear but… culpability.

I didn’t follow anyone and wasn’t paying more attention to class. The only thing I could focus on was the little voice inside my head trying to find solutions while I was not even able to move a finger. My breath was very short and I was frantic. I looked everywhere around me and it seemed like everyone knew already.

That’s when I realized I didn’t know anything except the future. I was not even in the present that I was already trying to compromise the future. Maybe Dana was right and changing the future was anything but a bad move. I didn’t take time to make acquaintance with anyone. I didn’t even take time to know Cedric. I didn’t appreciate my surroundings, the castle was full of beautiful places that I only glanced at in a hurry. There was nothing that could be done and time was a valuable thing that couldn’t be brought back. I winced at these thoughts and took my head between my hands. The few hours that were left before the dinner should be used to make up for these regrets but I couldn’t move. I felt someone sitting next to myself and I couldn’t find the strength to look at him. Because I already knew it was him and how could I looked at him in the eyes and pretend I didn’t do anything? How could I do that when I know that tomorrow my mistakes will be exposed to everyone?

“Are you okay? I tried to come talk to you today but you avoided everyone. Is everything fine?”

I winced a second time.

“I’m fine.”

He laughed a little before getting back to his senses.

“Usually, when you’re fine you’re using your time to lecture myself about how stupidly dangerous I am. I must admit this is the first time I encounter this type of reproaches.”

“Did you change your mind?”

“Not at all. I just want to make sure you’re okay before heading to my dorm. And to reassure you about how determinate I am to enjoy this adventure whether it is meant to be or not. I would gladly participate but I will also enjoy being a spectator. If the last option is what happen, I would be happy to go with you.” He smiled at me, and I could swear on my own life that it was the most sincere and beautiful smile I have ever seen. I looked at him and didn’t know what I was feeling anymore.

While looking at him I could surrender myself to whatever fate was awaiting me, if it meant that he could live. I was at fault, but was it that bad to save a life? Wouldn’t I be able to explain myself later?

“I don’t think you will but maybe we could spend some time together before going to dinner? You will have plenty of time to appreciate your dorm, even though I doubt it being better that my dorm.”

“Slytherins, when will you stop being so proud?”

“I guess it’s in our nature.”

The hours were spent walking around the castle, admitting to him that I had never visited the castle alone. He laughed at me, in his own kind way, before making me a personal visit. And the more the minutes passed, the more the regrets were aching my pounding heart. I tried to convince myself that I did what was best.

“We shouldn’t be late for dinner tonight Laisa, I heard that Dumbledore will announce the name of the participants tonight. I don’t know what happened but my curiosity is awake.”

And all of the good memories that I was trying to make to bear with my mischievous actions disappeared in seconds. Cedric must have noticed it because he looked worried and got closer to my face.

“Are you okay? I can take you to the infirmary if you need it. I don’t mind being late after all.”

“I’m…” My voice was shaking and I had to take a deep breath to speak again. “I think you should go, I will follow you okay? I need to breathe one second. Not from you, but I feel like…”

No time to explain myself, that his hand took mine and he took me to the dining room and I could already feel all the looks on me. They must already know, Dumbledore’s look is very harsh - I can sense it.

“Okay, keep your fingers crossed for me!”

His smile was so bright and while he started to get away I was only able to whisper to him how sorry I was before heading to my place. I was looking at my feet while everyone was waiting for Dumbledore to start his speech. The only thing I could hear was my beating heart which was trying to get out of my chest. My throat was so tight that I couldn’t even swallow anything. I lost track of time but I could hear the impatience of my comrades intensify as Dumbledore was asking - then screaming - for complete silence. How horrendous I felt, my thoughts were going so fast I couldn’t follow them all. I could hear myself insulting myself for what I did. I was a bad person, a traitor, mean, horrible, hopeless and I disregarded the feeling of the only person that was concerned.

“… I must admit that this is not how I imagined starting the annunciation of the participants for the Triwizard Tournament… It is not the first time it happened, but the second, and I am very disappointed to say that there was an attempt of treachery.”

I could hear the dramatic breathtaking gasps of the classmates. I rolled my eyes. No need to add on the drama that was taking place.

“Yesterday night, there was a paper with two names written on it. Which makes two disqualified people that are out of this Tournament before the selection. Cedric Diggory and Laisa Scamander. I want you to come to my office after dinner to explain yourselves. The punishment for disregarding the rules will be decided upon the explanations you will be able to give.”

I couldn’t even manage to look up at Cedric for I could feel all the gazes at me. But his gaze was piercing through my heart. The selection was done and Potter’s name was called. It was enough to distract others from my person. But not all of them. I decided to leave the place to join Dumbledore’s office entrance. I sat there for long minutes before I heard footsteps coming my way. Cedric’s face was red with anger and I have never seen him like that. I must admit that I had never imagined him this way. And this time… it was not sexy but very impressive.

“So this is why you acted weird all day right? Was it fun to destroy the dream I have? Why did you do that? And do not pretend it was for my safety! You’re just like the others, you were not ambitious enough to let people do it and you took your revenge on me! That is so filthy and so low, even for someone like you.”

All his speech about how bad I was, I completely dozed off as I was so tired of this day which was long enough already. I knew he would say all this stuff. We didn’t really know each other and I couldn’t say the truth. He would think of me as a crazy girl. I would rather be the bad one.

“I will explain myself to Dumbledore. Only to him.”

His frustration seemed to reach its maximal level as he looked at me with disgust.

“You’re a manipulative person, pretending to care to ruin the person. Not important enough to make your own choices.”

“I still don’t give a damn about this tournament Cedric and-”

I was stopped by Dumbledore’s look as he activates the entrance of his office. I must admit I would have been very happy to witness this beautiful entrance if it was under other circumstances. Both of us followed the headmaster silently. I was looking at my feet while Cedric was looking ahead.

“Would you explain to me how this happened? Who wrote the paper with the two names on it? And why?”

Cedric stayed silent, but not me. I wanted to hide under my sheets as soon as possible.

“I did. I was scared for his safety so I decided to put him out of qualification to be sure he would be safe and sound. I can say more things, but not in front of him.”

“I don’t really knew you miss… Scavander. But for a Slytherin you seem more than willing to prove yourself tonight. Why didn’t you come sooner before breaking the rules that are established for so long that it can be remembered?”

I winced. “I didn’t think of that. It may be the pride of doing something by myself for once.” At least I knew well about the Slytherins and I might be able to use that for my advantage.

Cedric stayed silence the whole meeting. He was excused after some time. At least, he wouldn’t have any punishment. It was a miserable way or repaying for my action, but for now I couldn’t do more. Once he was gone, I got closer to Dumbledore and explained to him the whole situation. How I knew about Potter and for what would happen next. He seemed reluctant to hear for my explanations but he asked for it. He called for Mrs Trewlaney and she arrived very quickly. I had to explain myself all over again and I couldn’t prevent myself from thinking how cute and kind she looked while hearing my stories very quietly. She seemed rather excited in the end and she asked me to sit and think about all I said. She only touched my arms for a few seconds before gasping and talking very quickly. Even Dumbledore couldn’t comprehend everything she said, but the look in his eyes made me realized that he started to believe everything I said.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell anything sooner but I don’t know what the consequences of all this could be. If I tell you and we change things, what can happen?”

“My dear student, changing the future is not a good thing at all I must say. It will be devastating. It must not be done.”

“But we absolutely can’t let Cedric participate at this Tournament! Knowing the ending would be the same as killing him, I can’t let that happen! Not everything must be done around Potter! I don’t say that because I’m a Slytherin and Draco Malfoy always despise Potter’s presence. I’m just saying that Cedric doesn’t deserve to die. He’s very kind, there must something we can do to save his life without impacting the future too much.”

Mrs Trewlaney’s voice took over, very slowly. “I think that Cedric’s life would be impacted by such a change of plan. Won’t you mind taking care of him knowing that the future won’t be a walk in the park?”

“I won’t!”

I must say that this answer left my mouth before I could even proceed all the pieces of information that I had gathered these last few minutes.

“I almost risked everything to make sure he won’t be able to take part in this tournament. I won’t mind having to look after him even though I doubt he will let me do that.”

Dumbledore didn’t say anything during the whole time, but I was ready to face him if he was thinking about letting Cedric having his heroic moment later on. He wouldn’t let Potter do that if he was aware he would die.

“We cannot change the future. But as miss Scamander said it, we cannot let Cedric participate in this tournament. I must discuss it with the other professors. As for now, I won’t tell anyone what you said to me. Mrs Trewlaney will do the same. But for this to stay a secret, I need to put a punishment in place. Therefore, I want you to listen to me carefully. I will take 200 points from Slytherin. And you will have to undergo the Sorting Hat again. I do not think you fit in Slytherin, there must have been a mistake. For now, you can dismiss.”

I left the office completely defeated. Two. Hundred. Points. That will be the death of me.

I had to go back to the common room where dinner was done but most of the students were still there. At Dumbledore’s announcement of the Slytherin’s loss of 200 points, Draco Malfoy almost passed out from his anger, but only after screaming “My father will hear about this” about two hundred times. I thought it would be harder than that but most of the students were mostly interested in going back to their dorms. I looked at the Hufflepuff’s table but couldn’t find Cedric who must have been wandering around the castle as his Prefect’s duty was not done yet. I sighed and sat at a chair and let Dumbledore put the Sorting Hat on my head. I can say one thing for sure : having a thing speaking at you and judging your personality is not very agreeable.

“I do believe that your place at Slytherin must be very convenient. It seems you’re sly enough and you do not care about breaking rules as long as you get your own way. But the reasons of doing so are benevolent. Too benevolent as you are ready to sacrifice yourself for the well-being of others… Should I put you in Gryffindors? You seem to show qualities such as bravery and strength. But you could also find your way in the Hufflepuffs…”

“Bro at this point I am everything and everyone.”

“… But quite indelicate when it comes to following the rules. Your rebellious behaviour can make you achieve great things… but it can make you become destructive if it does not follow your wishes…”

I rolled my eyes at this - way too long - speech. I just wanted to get away from here to find Cedric and apologise to him. I should be able to explain myself but as long as Dumbledore’s approval is not given to me, I won’t do such a thing. I have to find another way to make it up to him.

“But you are also able to show remorse… This have to be a quite harsh decision… but you should be moved to Gryffindor.”

I was thinking about so many possibilities to redeem myself but hearing the name of Gryffindor made me forget about all of it. I looked angry at the hat in my head as if it could see my face.

“I would rather die a Hufflepuff than being a Gryffindor!” As I bursted it all out, I’ve noticed many pairs of eyes looking at me. “No offense to the Hufflepuffs…”

“Hufflepuff it will be.”

I let out a cry of relief as I didn’t hear Gryffindor but realised my fate as Dumbledore took the hat off my head, much to his satisfaction. My eyes were wide opened as I tried to explain to him that it was so unnecessary to change me from the Slytherins as I did what was best. But the look on his face made me realise I shouldn’t get too comfortable in here, people were still there and I had to be discreet if I wanted our plan to go well. Cedric’s sake should come first.

The next hour was the worst as I had to take all my things to adventure myself to the Hufflepuff dorm. I must admit that their dorm is the best, very cosy and warm, a huge contrast with the first dorm I had known. Moving my things was the easiest thing as I didn’t have much.

“Welcome here, we’re glad to have you around… as long as you don’t cause us to lose 200 points!”

I felt quite tensed until the blond girl laughed at my face in this weirdly kind way. I let a smile makes its way across my lips before heading to the room my bed was. I left it right away, hoping to find Cedric somewhere. I thought I had my chances because he was unaware of my fate after he left Dumbledore’s office. I didn’t find him in the Hufflepuff’s room but as I was making my way out I caught sight of him and made my way towards him, very quietly so that he wouldn’t be able to avoid me. But he must have had a sixth sense because he started walking away from me before I could even say something. The only thing I could be proud of was how stubborn I was.

“I really need to talk to you Cedric. It’s very important.”

“I have nothing to say and no will to listen to your nonsense. Dumbledore and the others must have felt compassion towards you but I am not ready to hear anything from you… yet.”

The fact that he was still able, in his fierce anger, to envisage a possibility of letting me explain myself was enough to make my heart melt at such benevolence. Was this humanly possible? In his weakness, I was able to see his strength taking over the rest.

“I am so sorry. I thought of saving you and I ignored how it would impact you. But I did it with the best intentions I could have!”

He turned around and looked at me with feelings that were mixed between anger and disappointment. How harsh this look was knowing that he had all the rights to feel that way towards me. I had to accept that he needed space and time. As long as he wasn’t putting himself in danger, I had nothing else to do other than waiting for him to be ready to hear what I had to say.

I left and two weeks passed before I would caught him looking at me. At first I thought he was looking at something behind or next to me. But the more it happened and the more I thought about how it could be his way to letting me know he was ready for me to make the first move. And I was craving for that, waiting was not - and still isn’t - the best thing I do. One night, I joined him before he could go to his dorm. He didn’t walk faster but didn’t talk to me either. I looked at him and caught his gaze.

“Are you ready to listen to what I have to say?”

“I have questions before we talk about what you did to me.”

“Go ahead. I am willing to answer all the questions you can have in mind.”

“Rather being a Hufflepuff than dying a Gryffindor huh? I didn’t think you were that dramatic.” He laughed and I surprised myself thinking how I missed it. “I was very surprised with my friends when they told me that you would become part of our House. Is this the real punishment?”

“I have all the Slytherins ready to catch a spell against me at anytime for having them losing 200 points. Draco Malfoy is surely ranting about me to his father, and planing on getting rid of me as soon as he will see me wandering around all alone. I don’t really think that the Hufflepuff is a bad thing, next to all that.”

“It seems that you need protection. I guess you know better than me about danger now.” I sighed at this indirect attack. He was very clever, I couldn’t deny it, and he was also very blunt. Too bad for him, it was also my cup of tea.

“I learned very well from you.”

“Touché.” He stopped himself to look at me. “What happened?”

“The Sorting Hat had troubles finding my real house and then I got-”

He stopped me, shaking his head as I looked at him wondering what was his problem.

“I was thinking more about you explaining to me why you did what you did. Other than the protection scheme.”

“I have not much more to say to be honest. It started with you being infatuated with putting your life in danger and me getting worried as the days passed. I thought about making you change your mind but you’re so stubborn it made me crazy.. I did a bad thing but I have to be honest: I don’t regret it. I feel like I saved your life and if you want to be mad at me for that, then so be it.”

“I am mad because you disregarded my wishes. I thought you were too concerned with me. We barely knew each other. We still don’t.” I winced at this fact being spoken out loud. But he was right. “But I guess I understand. I thought a lot about it and I know that you didn’t do it for your own sake. I tried thinking in reverse and if someone I liked was putting themselves in danger, I would probably risk everything in order to save them.”

“Because when you put yourself in my position your only thought was : she must like me?”

“Is this all you remembered from all I said?”

“I don’t understand if you’re still willing to be mad at me or if you’re willing to let me learn more about you. Just so I can figure it all out.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to know if I made the right choice.”

He laughed and started to walk again. “You really like me do you?”

I couldn’t answer to this question. Not because I didn’t know about how I felt, but because my pride didn’t disappear the night I was made a Hufflepuff.

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real-winn-dixie · 10 days

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Chapter 1.

AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Justin ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! MCR ROX!

"Hey Ebony!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Draco Malfoy!

"What's up Draco?" I asked.

"Nothing." he said shyly.

But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fangz!

Chapter 2.

AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!

"OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!" she said excitedly.

"Yeah? So?" I said, blushing.

"Do you like Draco?" she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.

"No I so fucking don't!" I shouted.

"Yeah right!" she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me.

"Hi." he said.

"Hi." I replied flirtily.

"Guess what." he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade." he told me.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR.

"Well…. do you want to go with me?" he asked.

I gasped.

Chapter 3.

AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN! oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte.

On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.

I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).

"Hi Draco!" I said in a depressed voice.

"Hi Ebony." he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.

"You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life." sang Joel (I don't own da lyrics 2 dat song).

"Joel is so fucking hot." I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.

Suddenly Draco looked sad.

"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.

"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said.

"Really?" asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.

"Really." I said. "Besides I don't even know Joel and he's going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch." I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn't go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into… the Forbidden Forest!

Chapter 4.

AN: I sed stup flaming ok ebony's name is ENOBY nut mary su OK! DRACO IS SOO IN LUV wif her dat he is acting defrent! dey nu eechodder b4 ok!

"DRACO!" I shouted. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

Draco didn't answer but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.

"What the fucking hell?" I asked angrily.

"Ebony?" he asked.

"What?" I snapped.

Draco leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn't feel mad anymore.

And then… suddenly just as I Draco kissed me passionately. Draco climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! " I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. And then….

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!"

It was….Dumbledore!

THANK YOU, THIS WAS. ERY FUNNY TO WAKE UP TO

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By choice, forever

Word 12: snow - fluff

"What shall I wear for tonight?" Harry asked as he bought two outfits in front and showed it to Draco.

"Harry, don't you think the person you're going on a date with should not know what he's wearing?" Draco teased.

Harry rolled his eyes out of affection, "The man I'm going on a date with has been my boyfriend for 4 years, so it doesn't matter. Besides you always say I look like a barbarian when I choose my own clothes."

Draco pouted then nodded, "You do make a point. On that note, wear that emerald shirt, and those pants. To keep it casual wear a trench coat over it."

Harry nodded and laid out of the outfit over the bed.

"What are you going to wear?" Harry asked as he entered the living room.

Draco shook his head, "It's a surprise."

Harry came behind him and kissed the top of his head, "Okay. I'm going to get some dog food by the way. Will be back soon."

Draco nodded and turned around from where he was sitting on the couch and kissed Harry, "Don't be late."

Harry eventually went outside and at that time Draco decided to start getting ready for the date. It wasn't a big deal for them to go on a date like this but Harry insisted that they haven't gone on a proper date in a long time and Christmas is the best time of the year to go on dates to. So, it was more like a Christmas date only it wasn't Christmas yet, not until a few more days.

By the time Harry came back and got ready, Draco was still getting ready so he decided to wait in the living room for him. It was precisely 15 minutes later Draco came outside wearing a red shirt with grey jeans and Harry's coat.

Harry smiled at him as Draco walked closer to him. When he was standing in front of him, Harry pulled him closer, wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed him, "You look gorgeous."

"As always." Draco shrugged cockily but in a fun way that made them laugh.

They finally set out to the date and it wasn't a big or a grand date. They both understood that they were past the phase of grand gestures or that they didn't even need expensive restaurant dates or anything just to make each other happy, it was just the presence of each other that was enough. They went to that new Thai restaurant that opened up in Piccadilly street, had good food, drank wine and finally their favourite dessert but they laughed through most of the dinner because Harry kept on making some joke and how awful they were when they first started dating. Draco accompanied those jokes and reminded of how Harry used to bring tulips for Draco on every date which was sweet but he was allergic to pollen and then he'd keep sneezing through the entire date that once Draco stupidly wondered if Harry was allergic to Draco until Harry discovered after 21 years of his life that he was allergic to pollen.

They were finally done with their dinner but none of them wanted to go back so soon so they decided to take the long route by the river to go back home. They were reminiscing about their dates the whole time, walking hand in hand, nudging each other every once in a while when it started to snow and it was only Harry who thought it'd be good to carry an umbrella but one umbrella could only save them so much.

"I should have picked the umbrella." Draco said as they were still walking arms linked.

Harry shrugged, "There's something beautiful about being under one umbrella."

Draco smiled, "Yes, it is quite romantic that you're stepping on my boots so often."

Harry rolled his eyes and walked ahead quickly leaving Draco behind laughing.

"I'm kidding, Harry." Draco laughed and Harry finally stopped and waited for Draco.

"Take offense much, do you." Draco teased as he linked their arms again.

Harry shrugged off the snow off Draco's hair and smiled back, "I was just teasing you. I don't take any offense anymore."

Draco kept smiling at Harry as he saw him remove snow from his hair and shoulder, "I love you, Harry."

Harry immediately paused for a second and frowned at him, "I love you, too babe. But why say it so suddenly?"

"I don't need reasons to tell you I love you." Draco shrugged.

Harry smiled and they started walking again watching the river alongside and talking about how beautiful it looked with the reflection of the giant Christmas tree. They somehow got around talking about the time they went to the ice skating rink as friends and knew it that night that they liked each other.

"Has it really been 4 years?" Harry asked dwelling in nostalgia.

Draco smiled and nodded, "4 years."

"We've been together a long time." Harry stated.

"We have. I loved it the whole time." Draco said.

Harry agreed, "I don't want anything else with anyone ever."

Draco looked at Harry, "I don't either. I only want you."

"I only want you, too. You're the one, Draco." Harry said.

Draco smiled and said, "You're the one for me, too."

Harry stopped right there, forcing Draco to stop as well, "What happened?"

Harry kept looking at Draco for a few moments then blurted out, "Marry me, Draco."

Draco looked at Harry for a moment then started laughing, "Are you serious right now?"

Harry nodded and he knelt to the ground, "I know I don't have a ring right now, I even know I didn't plan this,"

"Harry, Are you seriously proposing right now?"

"I knew I was going to do it someday anyways but why not now? I love you, Draco, always have, always will and I do want to spend the rest of my life with you. You're the reason I wake up every morning and go to bed every night. I thought that when I'd propose, I'd do some big gesture or whatever but that's not us, Draco. I've been with you long enough to know you're the only one and you've always been the only one and I don't need some big proposal to ask you to marry me. At least, I hope i don't but I'm never going to get another special moment like this. We're by a beautiful river, there's no one else on the street but us, it's snowing and we only have one umbrella and I'm hopelessly in love with you. So, Draco Malfoy, Will you do the honour of marrying me?" Harry proposed.

Draco was surprised but not shocked. He knew one day it would happen but if today when he woke up someone would've told him that he'll get proposed to tonight, he'd be having nervous breakdowns all day but he was here right now, with the man that he loved so much that sometimes it physically hurt, on his knees, asking him to marry him. He's never wanted anything more.

Tears slipped through his eyes and he knelt to the ground himself and said, "I'm the luckiest person alive. No kidding, no filter or anything but having you is the best thing that has ever happened to me. All my life I thought I'd never learn love, but then I met you and you made me feel a multitude of emotions that drove me crazy. You're right, we don't need a grand gesture but nothing is more perfect than this because it's with you. I love you, Harry, always have and always will, so yes, I want to marry you and grow old with you and judge you for wearing long hair in fourth grade for the rest of your life."

Harry laughed through the tears that crinkled by his eyes and he hugged Draco immediately, "I love you so much, Draco."

Draco broke apart from the hug and kissed him, "I love you, too and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Me either."

They kept smiling at each other, their eyes having tears and their hearts that couldn't believe that it actually happened.

But then suddenly Harry said, "I know we're having a romantic moment and I love you but my knees are starting to hurt because of the gravel and it's cold so my knees are wet and so are yours."

Draco laughed and they both got up, "shall we head back home?"

Harry smiled, "We shall."

They never needed any grand gestures, they never needed to plan a perfect date, a perfect moment, a perfect night or anything because when it was them, nothing else mattered and right now the only thing that mattered was that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with each other, by choice and forever.

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Draco Malfoy x yandere!reader

Draco Malfoy and Y/n L/n.

The famous couple in Hogwarts.Everybody thought they are a perfect match and everything is very good in their life.

For Y/n,it was of course.

But is it true for Draco too? God,even in their relationship Y/n asked him out.She was clearly obsessed with him and showed no hiding about it.And Draco said yes because he wanted her to annoy him,maybe in relationship she would be less clingy.

But man,he was never so wrong like this in his life.

After getting into this relationship,she got clingier than she was used to be before.Whenever he woke up,she kisses all his face and hugging him.Even going to the classes,at night..All times of the day she is with him and even when he talks with his friends she is either on his lap or hugging him.

And it also made his friends dislike this.

"We missed you along us,bro.She is always with you.Is she your puppy or something?"Blaisa,one of his friends said in potions class which she did not have today.

"I am also bored,Blaise.She is so clingy and I hate it.But I don't know how to break up with her.She will think it is a joke."Draco said rolling his eyes at thinking about her clingy side.

"Just hangout with Astoria then cheat on her.She will be get used to it and accept it."Blaise suggested.

"Mr Malfoy and Mr Zabini,stop talking and listen to the class.Or else I will send you two directly to the detention."Professor said sternly and continued teaching the class.So,they got silent and did not talk anymore..

*when the lessons finish*

Y/n came running to the Slytherin common room.She was very excited to see Draco.Even in classes she dreams of kissing,hugging him.

But when she entered,she saw Astoria sitting on his lap,kissing him and

he was kissing back.

He had never kissed him like this..

She felt pain stuck into her chest and tears coming to her eyes.

"Honey?"She whispered,her voice crackling.

Draco and Astoria,both turned their heads to the direction of the voice.Astoria did not care and continued opening Draco's shirt buttons.In the other hand,Draco felt something weird inside of him but decided to let go of it.

"What?Can't you see we are busy?"He snapped at her.

"But I am your g-girlfriend and I brought you your favourite cookies.For eating together in the evening."She said looking at him with those pretty eyes now with tears..

"I don't care.Go feed them to your clingy self."He said straight to her face and she felt like backstabbed.

"Fine,have fun with your new SLUT."She stormed off the room and went to her room..

*morning*

Y/n was sitting with her friends at their dormitory room.

"He was toxic,darling.He did not even deserve you and you should meet some new people."Stella,one of her best friends said patting her shoulder.

Y/n could not sleep that night.All night she cried about their memories,burned their photos together where he fake smiled in all of them.

"I will kill that bitch Astoria."She said hatred emotion in her eyes.

"No.NO killing.Hey,let's go to the breakfast and we will meet you with a new boy who is one of Stella's old friends."Leila,another friend of hers said.

*in the breakfast*

The rumours of them breaking up,already spread in Hogwarts.Everyone was looking at either Draco or Y/n.

Draco sat with Astoria in Slytherin table,while Y/n was sitting with her friends in her own house's table.She was not staring at them,because she knew if she started staring either she is going to kill Astoria or she is going to get lost in those eyes of him,which broke her heart.So,she tried to ignore the ache forming in her heart.

"Cmon,Y/N.Just let go of it.Also,Noah is coming in few minutes.The one I told you about yesterday."Her friends tried to encourage her but they were failing.

She gripped on her fork and showed a quick fake smile.

In the other side,Draco took a glance to her direction and saw a boy approaching them.He felt that feeling again.He could not understand all.

"Baby,are you listening to me?"Astoria waved her hands to his face and he snapped out of his thoughts.

"Yes,baby.I am.Continue."Even though she continued,he could not pay attention..

While in Y/n's table,she was having fun after all of this time.It felt very good.Noah was a caring and kind boy unlike Draco.

*after a week*

Y/n was sitting in the courtyard with her friends.

"Stella,I can't do it.I am like obsessed with him.It is like I can't control and I want to fucking hex that bitch."Y/n said closing her eyes for calming down.

"You shouldn't hex her.You should hex that bipolar blonde man-whore."Stella said,anger raising at her voice.

*after classes*

Y/n was heading to her dormitory,she suddenly heard yelling voices.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were arguing in the boys' bathroom.

She saw them throwing hexes at eacher so she got more closer to the scene.Suddenly,she saw Harry throwing "Sectusempra" curse at him.

She knew this curse was one of the most unforgivable curses.

She could not saw the life of her heart getting tortured,so she foolishly jumped to front of Malfoy and spell hit her.

It was like she could not control herself when she did it.She could feel pain slowly coming to her body.She knew Draco was not going to care but she was wrong.

When Draco saw her sacrifice her own life for him he immediately felt guilty inside of him.When the spell hit her he was frozen and numb.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO,POTTER?”Draco yelled at him coming closer to Y/n and holding her numb body.

Immediately Professor Snape came to the scene and took Y/n to hospital.Draco begged to stay there with her but Madam Pomfrey said she needs to get a rest...

*2 days later*

It was 2 days since that day and Y/n was not awake still.Draco visited her in these 2 days and also he broke up with Astoria.

At first he thought it was because she sacrificed her life for him and it was just guilt but no.

After breaking up with her,he always felt this feeling.He missed her next to him.He would give everything to get her back.

Even thinking of it,made tears in Draco's grey eyes...

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sleepingstarrynightz · 2 years

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how about a Blaise/Théo ficlet where they go birthday gift- hunting? 😊

This idea is so cute :) thank you for sending it in, i hope you like it.

These were just random conversations and gift ideas.

also, I'm sorry if this took forever, I had zero motivation.

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Most of your friends could agree that you were not an easy person to shop for, mostly because you continuously changed your mind, and you never really knew what you wanted.

This year though, your friends had gotten creative, well mostly. Pansy, the twins, Harry, Hermione, Luna, had all gotten you something cute and even after Theo and Blaise had begged them for ideas, they had gotten tired of all the vague answers. "Just think of something meaningful between you guys." or "If you can't find anything just do something basic." None of these were helpful so the search went on.

It had been 3 hours since they had begun searching for something cool and yes, they did get distracted buying food and drinks for themselves. Blaise was still browsing the clothes, mainly for himself while Theo touched random objects nearest to him. "Let's just get flowers and a card." Theo said.

"y/n would never do something so boring. Be better." Blaise snapped, holding up two shirts. "These are nice no?"

"Yeah, but I doubt it's in the same taste."

"It's for me."

"Blaise! Pay attention please."

"You're not even doing anything."

"Whatever, I'm going to the shop next door. I'll meet you when I'm done."

So he did, the store was large and had all sorts of things clothes, books, treats, jewelry etc.

Theo went through every section carefully, it wasn't that he didn't know you well, in fact both Blaise and him did, they were your closest friends but you didn't like your birthday all that much and they had to think about little things that you'd care the most about. Anything to make it special but not too grand.

Theo's eyes landed on the section with many decorative boxes, with keys and locks and mirrors and gold and silver and pretty ribbons, all different sizes and he finally had the perfect idea as his eyes moved to the expensive jewelry. You didn't care much for money, neither did he, which meant he'd spend it however he wanted and for you he'd only get the best.

Blaise joined him just as they finished packaging his gift and he held a bag up to show him he had also gotten something. They both danced in victory before composing themselves as a lady stared at them. "What did you get?" Blaise asked.

"What did you get?" Theo asked with attitude pulling his bags further away from Blaise.

He only rolled his eyes. "I asked first."

"So? Just tell me."

"This is why I hate you." He muttered.

"Don't lie, everyone knows you'd kiss me if you could." Theo smirked.

Blaise kept a stoic expression. "I'd kiss Draco before I kissed you." He shrugged.

"Why not me?" Theo gasped.

Blaise once again rolled his eyes. "We are getting off topic! I'll just show you." He said reaching in the bag, slowing his steps.

Theo smiled. "Y/n is going to love that! Wait is that-" He said inspecting it further.

"Yeah." Blaise smirked.

"Why?"

"Because it's meaningful." He said putting them back in the bag.

Theo gave him a serious expression. "It's you on some socks."

"I'll get you a pair for your birthday if you're so jealous about it." Blaise smiled.

"I do not- okay fine yeah I want them." Theo shrugged.

"She loves socks, and she loves me!"

Theo had gotten you decorative boxes with locks and mirrors and hidden compartments and inside smaller boxes with jewelry inside. Rings that matched your favorite of his and necklaces that matched perfectly with his own.

Blaise also got you a fancy ass jacket you had been raving about for months. It was extravagant yet matched all your favorite outfits. You first had noticed it because of Blaise.

It was safe to say that those were your favorite gifts especially Blaise socks.

"You really would! I love these!" You laughed as you watched them.

Theo mumbled something about how his was more meaningful and you laughed to yourself. This was the happiest you had been to receive gifts in a long time.

#blaise zabini #theodore nott #theo nott #blaise x reader #theo nott x reader #blaise zabini fluff #theo nott fluff

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satansapostle6 · 5 months

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folie à deux

Sometimes poison is sweet.

Selina Romanov and Draco Malfoy met when they were only eleven years old. The two of them have always shared an intense bond, always having gravitated towards one another. But the question still remains, as the years pass by, is their connection one of passion, or delusion?

Warnings: Contains Mature Themes/Language, Themes Such As Sexual Content, Violence, Abuse, Sexual Assault, Eating Disorders

Sixteen.

France had taken up most of Selina's summer, something she had absolutely no complaints about. Jasper had surprisingly been allowed to spend the summer with Selina given that Igor was around and they had met him before they left for France, which Selina was certainly grateful for. Despite his lax attitude towards Selina's drinking and smoking, Igor was very responsible when it came to other people's children, not wanting to put someone else's child in an unsafe position.

Although Selina and Jasper occasionally drank and smoked in France, Igor had made sure that he knew where they were at all times, and that they were both safe. His worst fear was not being responsible with someone else's child.

The worst thing that Selina and Jasper really did was have a few drinks and a few cigarettes here and there, and naturally, taking advantage occasionally when they were alone together in Selina's bedroom or a hotel suite. Other than that, they hardly did anything they weren't supposed to.

They were all in France for a little over a month, arriving back at the Romanovs' manor a few days before the final game of the four hundred twenty-second Quidditch World Cup to recover, after which Jasper would return home until school at Hogwarts was back in session. Selina and Jasper were exhausted upon returning to England from Paris. They did almost nothing until the day they went to go see the World Cup.

The Malfoys had invited the Romanovs, as well as Jasper, to join them in the Minister's Box with Fudge himself. Shortly before they were meant to leave for the World Cup, Igor had entered Selina's bedroom, where she was getting ready while Jasper packed up his belongings in a separate room.

"Igor?" Selina questioned.

"Hey. I need to talk to you about something," her uncle told her.

"What is it?" she asked, not understanding his grave demeanor.

Igor shifted nervously as he quietly closed the door. His fear, in turn, made Selina begin to question whether or not she was safe.

"What's going on?" she asked him.

"Tonight, I need you and Jasper to stick close to me, and the Malfoys," Igor stated seriously. "Don't go too far, and always let me know where you're going, if you leave. And keep your wand on you."

"Okay," Selina nodded, feeling that these instructions were pretty standard, and practically part of an unspoken agreement.

"I'm serious, Selina," Igor Romanov told her. "Please be vigilant."

"Why?" Selina questioned. "What's going on? Is there a reason why you're so worried?"

Igor paused for a moment, looking down at the floor as he sighed.

"You're getting older, so I suppose I might as well let you know what's happening so you know," he sighed, reluctance in his tone.

"What's going on?" Selina repeated, "You're scaring me."

"I know. And I'm sorry, but it's kind of necessary," he explained.

Igor tentatively looked down at the ground, beginning to slowly roll up the sleeve of his black coat as he lifted up his shirt sleeve.

"Igor, I know you were a Death Eater," Selina pointed out, now concerned since he'd brought this up out of nowhere. "So was my father."

"No, that's not why I'm showing you this," he explained, "Look at the mark."

Selina shrugged, not understanding what he was trying to tell her as he revealed the infamous brand on his forearm of a snake and skull.

"It looks like a Dark Mark."

"Yes, and more so than usual, wouldn't you say?" he questioned.

Selina paused for a moment, agreeing that all the times she'd seen the tattoo on his arm, it had appeared more faded than it did now. Although it wasn't a major change, she had to admit that tattoos didn't usually start out faded, and then darken over the years.

"I suppose," she nodded, increasingly concerned.

"Look. I'll be honest with you, the Mark has been burning me," he confessed. "It's gotten worse and worse over the summer, and these past few days, it's been something I can't ignore. I know I should've told you sooner, but I didn't want to worry you."

"It's okay," she murmured, looking him in the eyes as she shared his fears. "So, what does this mean? That he's out there? Is he coming back?" she asked, genuinely concerned.

"I don't know," Igor replied uneasily, "But I don't like this. The World Cup is a huge event, with lots of people gathered in one place. And I hate to say it because Draco's your friend, but the Malfoys... Selina, they're slippery people.

"I don't think they're particularly loyal to the Dark Lord, but if he truly comes back... That's another story. I just need you to be careful tonight, and watch out, Selina. For all of you kids," he warned her.

"I will," Selina promised him, her eyes glistening with fear. "I promise."

"Okay. Good," Igor nodded, only somewhat reassured. "I'm not saying for sure that something's going to happen, or else we wouldn't be going... But I don't like this."

"I know," Selina nodded, understanding. "I'll be fine. Jasper and I will be fine."

"Watch out for Draco too, alright?" Igor asked her. "If anything happens, we all need to stick together."

"I know."

"Okay," Igor sighed, resting a hand on her shoulder, "I'm sorry I had to spring this on you, but I didn't know when to worry you with this..."

"It's okay," Selina assured him.

"Okay. We'll leave in five minutes," he informed her.

Selina decided it'd be safer than not to tell Jasper what her uncle had told her. She couldn't get it out of her mind, and for good reason.

"Does Igor really think Voldemort's coming back?" he asked nervously.

Selina was equally uneasy, her stomach turning as she considered the possibility.

"I think he's worried. And for good reason. I think this has happened before," she stated, "With his Mark."

"Can Voldemort really still come back? He's tried and failed twice already."

"I honestly don't think even Igor knows," she doubted. "And I wouldn't say his name at this point if I were you. The name's Taboo. If he really is coming back, and the Death Eaters are gaining power..."

She didn't like to think about the likelihood of this particular possibility at all. Not knowing what else she could possibly do to ease her worried mind, Selina paced back and forth throughout her bedroom, her brow becoming permanently furrowed.

"You're worried," Jasper recognized softly.

"That the Dark Lord might be returning? Yes, Jasper, I'm worried,"she nodded irritably, her inner monologue inhibited by his distractions.

"Selina, I doubt he'll really be able to come back," he reasoned, "He's got to be extremely weakened by now."

"He can't be that weak if he's triggering people's Dark Marks," she explained her concerns, "If he comes back, I mean really comes back, that means Igor, and everyone else's parents, have to go back to being Death Eaters again."

"That won't happen," Jasper Carroll promised, trying to put her mind at ease.

"You don't know that," she sighed, "It sounds unlikely, but I have a really bad feeling about this."

"Are you sure we should be going to the World Cup?" he asked, feeling perturbed. "If you're that worried something's going to happen..."

"No, we should go," Selina responded, "We already have the tickets. And besides, on the off chance that something does really happen, I want to be there."

"You want to be there?" Jasper questioned, not seeing how it was a good idea.

"Draco and Blaise are both going to be there. I need to see for myself that nothing happens," she reasoned. "Besides, if anyone knows anything about what the Death Eaters might be planning, it's Draco."

"Alright. Alright, we'll just go, and we'll keep an eye out for anything," he agreed. "Everything will be fine."

"Selina?" Igor called loudly from downstairs. "It's time to go!"

"Come on," Selina said, silently breathing in, "Let's go."

The two of them Apparated to the stadium with Igor, somewhat disoriented upon arriving.

"The Malfoys should be here shortly," Igor Romanov diligently checked his watch. "We'll head with them to the Minister's Box."

Jasper and Selina waited outside with Igor, looking around at all of the witches and wizards who had come to see the match. There were probably at least a hundred thousand people who had come. Selina was certainly anxious regarding Igor's concerns about the Death Eaters as she minded the amount of people gathered in one place.

Not only were there plenty of wizards attending the event, but there were a decent amount of Muggles who lived in the surrounding towns. She figured that if, in fact, they really were in any real danger, they were in a lot of it.

"Oh, Igor, good to see you," Lucius Malfoy called upon seeing the Romanovs.

"Lucius! How are you, it's been a little while," he spoke pleasantly.

Selina and Jasper followed, standing beside Igor as they all looked towards the impressive stadium.

"Very well, thank you. Hello, Selina. Mr. Carroll," Lucius smiled.

"Hello, Lucius," Selina said distractedly, subconsciously wondering if Lucius Malfoy, another former Death Eater, was indeed planning anything sinister.

"Hello," Jasper echoed half-heartedly.

"Did Narcissa come with you?" Selina asked.

"Oh, no, she's not a really fan of Quidditch," Lucius shook his head, "Or the noise..."

"Lucius, why don't we let the children go on and head in first?" Igor proposed. "I believe we have matters to discuss."

Selina looked up at him raising an eyebrow, not understanding his angle. She stared at him, silently inquiring as to whether or not this happened to have anything to do with what he'd told her earlier. The only response she received was a grim, blank stare.

"Draco?" Lucius turned to his son. "You should show Selina and Mr. Carroll here around," he suggested quietly. "We'll be along shortly."

"Certainly, Father," Draco obliged, leading the other two away in the direction of the stadium.

The three of them headed toward the stadium, Jasper and Selina both cautiously looking around as they followed Draco. Jasper noticed many people that they knew, especially considering the amount of people who had come to see the match. He pointed out everyone he recognized, beginning to grow concerned about the potential activity of the Death Eaters himself.

"Look. There's Theo's parents," Jasper pointed out. "And Macnair. And Avery, and Yaxley... This isn't looking good so far."

"We need to keep an eye on them," Selina murmured, her gaze fixed on the known former Death Eaters.

"We need to get out of here, is what we need to do," Jasper argued with her.

"Don't be a twat," she muttered quietly under her breath.

"I'm not being a twat," he said quickly, "I just love you, and don't want anything to happen to you."

Selina sighed sarcastically, deciding to offer him some relief from her usual antics. "Fine, I love you too."

"Then promise me you won't go off on your own," Jasper told her, stopping her in her tracks. "Promise me no matter what, you'll at least stay by my side."

She frowned apologetically, her eyes full of unease. "I'd never leave you," she promised in almost a whisper, taking his hand.

He smiled in spite of their circumstances, walking proudly alongside her as they walked past many others, Selina dressed in red while Jasper wore all black alongside Draco.

"You two rooting for the Bulgarians?" he ascertained.

Selina, although not dressed in any actual Quidditch merchandise since she didn't own any for the Bulgarian or Irish teams, had decided upon a red silk top to show her support for the Bulgarian team, despite having naturally been hoping for the British team to win.

"She is," Jasper responded coolly, "I just came to see the match. I don't really follow Quidditch."

"Of course you don't, Carroll," Draco Malfoy poked fun at him as they wandered inside. "Let's get closer to the pitch. We could probably catch one of the players."

"Draco, do you know anything about the old Death Eaters getting back together?"

Draco stopped in his tracks, and Selina could have sworn he was even paler than usual. She looked up at Jasper, alarmed by his tactless approach to the subject.

"Jasper," she whispered sharply.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Draco Malfoy asked, completely unaware as to what they were concerned about.

"Please. Surely you know what's happening," Jasper Carroll persisted.

"No," Draco denied indignantly, "I don't. What is he talking about, Selina?"

"Nothing," she said calmly, hoping to change the subject.

"It's not nothing, Selina, if Igor's worried, that means something's going on," Jasper insisted.

"Worried about what?" Draco demanded. "What's going on?" he asked her.

Selina sighed frustratedly, casting a begrudging momentary glare at Jasper. "Come on. We should talk somewhere private."

Selina ushered the two of them away from everyone else outside, constantly looking around to ensure that no one else could hear them.

"Igor told me his Dark Mark has been burning," Selina explained to Draco, who was defiant disturbed by this.

It seemed to be news to him entirely.

"He told me he's worried that he might be coming back," she murmured, her tone dire. "He says he thinks the Death Eaters are all banding together again. He also seems to think there might be something happening. Tonight."

"That's insane," Draco scoffed, although sounding less sure of himself than usual. "I think I'd know if my father was acting on behalf of You-Know-Who."

"I don't know, Draco, that's just what he told me," Selina sighed out of frustration.

"Even if they were planning something, there's no way they'd be able to pull it off tonight," Draco pointed out, "Dad said it himself, this is one of the most secured events in the world. Nothing happens without the Ministry knowing about it. Nothing's going to happen, it just couldn't."

"Do you honestly believe that?" Selina asked him. "Sirius managed to escape from Azkaban just last year. Something tells me the Ministry's security measures aren't as reliable as we think."

"Nothing's going to happen tonight," Draco told them. "No one's planning anything."

"If you say so," Jasper relented, seeming mostly satisfied by his answer.

Selina, however, was not particularly reassured by this.

"Come on," Draco quickly moved on, "Blaise should be by the pitch. He's probably waiting for us."

He would say no more about the Death Eaters as they all entered the stadium together, wary of the hordes of people surrounding them. Jasper looked around the stadium, fearful of all the people around them, many of them families with children.

"Oi. Blaise!" Draco Malfoy called to the boy.

Blaise looked up from his little gold pocket watch, spotting them coming.

"Hey, Draco," he said. "Selina, Jasper," he greeted them.

Selina gave her friend a hug, happy to see him again.

"How you doing, Blaise?" Jasper asked, smiling as he embraced him lightly.

"Not too bad. Can't complain. Mother's been giving me gifts from some friend of hers," he remarked.

Jasper and Blaise Zabini had become very close friends in the past year or so. Neither of them had many good friends, and spent most of their time alone. For the most part, Jasper now considered Selina to be his best friend. Selina genuinely appreciated the fact that Jasper got along with at least one of her friends, seeing as he and Draco mostly hated one another.

Jasper and Blaise both seemed happy to have one another to speak to, leaving Selina and Draco to peer into the changing rooms, eager to spot any of the players. Selina did her best to remember her excitement, setting aside the torturous thoughts running through her head as she was aware of Lucius and Igor's conversation.

"Let's go up to the Minister's box," Selina suggested after a while, uncomfortable with how long they'd been separated from the others, "They should be announcing the start of the match soon enough."

"Yeah, they're probably waiting for us," Jasper agreed with her, trying to get the others up to the Minister's box.

Selina and Jasper accompanied the other boys, hand in hand as they went up the steps.

Jasper leaned in, speaking into her ear as they remained behind Draco and Blaise. "Did I forget to tell you that you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen?"

Selina smirked as they made their way to the box. "You don't have to," she supplied. "I already know."

He chuckled happily as he squeezed her hand affectionately, willing to follow her anywhere. The two of them saw Lucius walking around, looking for Draco. The tall blond man joined his son as they all continued up the stairs. However, they all came to a sudden halt as Lucius spotted the Weasley family, accompanied by Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.

Just like his son, Lucius didn't seem to be able to resist tormenting Harry and the Weasleys. Selina prayed that they didn't spot her and Jasper with Draco, not wanting to be lumped in with them.

"...How far up are we?" Ron Weasley's voice carried.

Lucius naturally took this opportunity to show off. "Well, put it this way. If it rains, you'll be the first to know," he provided haughtily, with Draco at his side in his almost corresponding black suit.

"Father and I are in the Minister's box!" Draco bragged loudly. "By personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself!"

Selina sighed, rolling her eyes at him as she realized it would probably be a very long night before the rioting even began.

"Don't boast, Draco!" Lucius snapped at him, slapping him in the stomach with his cane.

Draco flinched at the action, a defeated expression on his face as he failed to understand how even when he was right, he was still wrong in his father's eyes. He tried his best to recover, grimacing as he looked back up at the Weasleys.

"There's no need with these people."

They all turned away to leave, just as Lucius suddenly stopped them with his cane, hitting Harry with it as he turned back around, startled by the unnecessary gesture.

"Do enjoy yourself, won't you?" Lucius locked eyes with him. "While you can."

Selina found the statement to be strange and completely cryptic, she and Jasper silently following the Malfoys up to the top box without another word.

They all joined the rest of the adults as a group, with Igor immediately breaking away from Lucius and the Minister of Magic the moment Selina entered the room. She picked up on his anxious behavior, eyes wide with confusion.

Draco and Blaise joined Lucius in making conversation with Fudge, both of them taking the opportunity to acquaint themselves with the Minister. Selina and Jasper were at Igor's side as they watched everyone in the top box making casual conversation and waiting for the start of the match.

Everyone cheered for the Quidditch players as they all made their entrance onto the pitch. Jasper was fairly impressed by the Irish, having heard a bit about their performance during the Cup. Draco and Blaise, on the other hand, were definitely looking forward to seeing the Bulgarians fly out. Selina, however, didn't seem to be getting the chance to enjoy the beginning of the match.

"Selina," Igor murmured, his eyes fixed vengefully on Lucius.

She leaned in to listen to him, alarmed by the grave seriousness in his tone.

"After the match, you, Jasper, and Draco are to find Mrs. Zabini outside of the stadium. Immediately," her uncle ordered.

"What?" she questioned.

"You heard me. No questions asked, all of you are to find Elvira Zabini after the match and Apparate with her," Igor ordered, refusing to explain himself in the presence of the Minister.

"What about you?" she demanded in a hushed whisper. "Where are you going?!"

Exhaling as he braced himself, Igor shamefully looked down at the ground. "I need to go. With Lucius."

"Where?" Selina questioned urgently.

"Nowhere. I just have to go," he deflected adamantly.

Selina saw the look on his face, guilty as if he'd done something wrong, or at least as if he were about to. Selina's eyes widened, glassy with horror as her worst fears were realized.

"They're planning something, aren't they?" Selina Romanov asked, a look of betrayal in her eyes. "Something horrible."

Once again, Igor failed to answer her questions.

"Mrs. Zabini will keep you safe," he told her. "Right now, I need all of you to stay close. Keep an eye out for each other, and remain vigilant. No drinking."

"Okay. Fine," Selina agreed, slowly processing what it was she needed to do. "I'll make sure everyone gets out alright."

"Selina," Igor said, carefully looking around the room. "Do not tell Draco anything. You need to act normal."

"What?" Selina demanded, shocked by the request.

"After the match is over, Blaise is going to invite all of you back home with him," he told her. "You need to make sure Draco agrees, without alerting him that things are off. Keep everyone safe, sober, and calm."

"Why?" she asked again.

"I'm already in enough shit with Lucius Malfoy already. Just promise me you'll get Draco and Jasper to Blaise's with you," Igor commanded.

"Yes. Fine. I will," she muttered.

"Good. Now, just, act normal, and enjoy the game. We have nothing to worry about, at least until the second it's over."

Selina sighed softly, turning to Jasper. He had heard everything that was said between them, and was equally unsettled. He wrapped his arm around his girlfriend, subconsciously taking every measure possible to keep her close and protect her. The two of them watched as Fudge left to announce the start of the match between Ireland and Bulgaria.

The match eventually began, and all of the players flew all across the pitch. Everyone was rooting for Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian team's famous seventeen year-old Seeker, who happened to be a student at the Durmstrang Institute.

Selina and Jasper both did their best to rejoin their friends in enjoying the World Cup Final. They were both still worried about what the Death Eaters were planning for afterward, despite being assured that they were planning to march after the Cup let out. Selina was still not convinced that there wouldn't be at least one overzealous Death Eater who would decide to begin the rioting early.

Draco and Blaise were watching and discussing the match, as Selina and Jasper remained further inside.

"Selina," Lucius Malfoy smiled, "You're looking well. Have you gotten taller?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe," she considered.

This answer seemed to confirm his own suspicions. "You're very lucky, to have found a boyfriend significantly taller than yourself," he remarked, as Jasper frowned, completely unamused.

"Yes. I am," she smiled up at Jasper, her arm wrapped around his back.

"How tall are you, Jasper?" Lucius asked, his long blond hair seeming to emphasize his own height. "A meter eighty?"

Jasper stepped forward slightly, as if to shield Selina. He smiled politely, feigning a friendly demeanor toward the man. Selina couldn't help but notice that Jasper was one of the only people in the room taller than Lucius Malfoy, a trait which she found herself fairly attracted to, even if she acknowledged that she shouldn't really say so out loud to most people.

"Try a meter ninety," he offered.

"Hmm," Lucius huffed, looking at him with a strange sense of inquisitiveness, "You two make a fine couple, if you don't mind me saying."

"We most certainly do not, thank you," Selina said respectfully.

Now even Jasper was confused as to what Lucius's actual stance was.

"You know, I was eleven years old when I first met Narcissa," the man reminisced fondly.

"Wow," Selina said emptily, hoping she came off pleasantly enough.

"Indeed. You know, your years at Hogwarts are arguably the most formative of your life. You never realize it at the time, but the people you meet and the connections you make are everything," Lucius stated. "The people we meet when we're young really can become the most important in our life. Cherish what you have now, because one day, you'll realize how important it is."

"Certainly," Selina agreed, somewhat confused by the random bout of wisdom.

"You two really do make a fine couple," Lucius said, sounding much less disingenuous. "I would love to see what the future holds for you two."

"Well. We'll see," she responded uncomfortably, hoping to quickly put an end to this particular interaction with Lucius.

But he continued on, completely disregarding both of their attitudes toward the topic. However, as the conversation went on, his motives quickly became more apparent.

"You know, my son has begun spending a lot more time with Miss Parkinson, as of late," Lucius brought up almost out of nowhere.

Selina and Jasper quietly exchanged looks.

"Are you and Pansy friends?" he asked Selina curiously. "She's a very nice girl."

"Yes," Selina said as Jasper stifled a giggle, "She is. I'd say we're pretty good friends."

"That's wonderful," Lucius replied, "You know... I, for one, think I could see her making a lovely addition to our family."

Now, it was Selina's turn to hold in her laughter.

"Yeah, they're good together," she agreed, now fully committing to talking out of her ass.

At this point in time, Selina thought she knew what Lucius Malfoy was alluding to, but judging by his next comment, she began to think that she stood corrected.

"I just hope the two of you have similar aspirations," Lucius said snidely, his voice laced with passive aggression. "You see, my son belongs with someone who's on the same, academic track as he is. Draco comes from a reputable family, and he deserves a partner who can uphold that standard. Wouldn't you agree?"

Selina froze completely, eyes widened like a deer in headlights as she clenched her fist so hard her knuckles turned white. Jasper was equally as offended, trying his hardest not to retaliate as he stood by Selina.

"Yes, definitely," she breathed, her voice coming out sickly sweet to compensate for her bitterness.

"Being one of his closest friends, I trust you know what's best for Draco," Lucius said venomously, "As well as for yourself."

"Of course," Selina murmured, her fake smile barely appearing on her face.

"Good," he nodded, smiling. "You know, you really are a smart girl, Selina."

"Thank you, Lucius," she nodded, trying to relax her shaky voice.

She looked up at Jasper, alarmed as he suddenly stood. Selina knew that Jasper Carroll wasn't really the type to throw a punch, but she also knew that Lucius Malfoy could be ridiculously audacious when he wanted to. It seemed she had more than one riot to worry about that night.

"I'm going to get a drink, would you both excuse me?" he asked, barely forcing a tiny smile as he walked away from them.

Selina was left standing with Lucius, her knees almost buckling from the awkwardness. She nervously looked over at Jasper, who had disappeared behind one of the doors used by the stadium workers.

"I'd better go tell him to get me one," Selina chuckled. "I'll be right back."

Lucius nodded politely, offering her a friendly smile as she left, fully aware of what he'd caused. Chasing after Jasper, Selina disappeared behind the same door, watching him as he furiously paced around in the narrow corridor.

"Has Lucius Malfoy lost his fucking mind?!" Jasper shouted.

"Will you keep your fucking voice down?!" Selina exclaimed in horror.

"I'm sorry! Did you not just hear the way Lucius Malfoy snubbed me to you, right in front of my face?!" he questioned.

"Yes, but you need to keep your voice down, so he doesn't hear you!" she cried. "And as far as I'm concerned, he also just disrespected me! Or did you miss the part where he needlessly told me I wasn't good enough for his son in front of my own boyfriend?!"

"But why would Lucius feel the need to say that, Selina?!" Jasper yelled.

"How the fuck should I know?" she scoffed. "You said it yourself, he's lost his fucking mind."

"He wouldn't just say that for no reason!" Jasper cried.

"What makes you an expert on the psychology of Lucius Malfoy?!" Selina said in disbelief.

"Don't deflect!" her boyfriend argued.

Her eyes widened with frustration. "I don't even know what it is I'm deflecting from!"

"Are you in love with Draco?" Jasper rephrased bluntly.

She was completely flabbergasted by the question, unsure of how he had even arrived at that question in his thought process.

"No! Absolutely not!" she answered without hesitation. "Why is that something you would even ask me?!"

"Because! Everyone acts like you two are meant to be together!" he thundered impatiently. "It seems like just about everyone I talk to is surprised that you and Draco aren't together!"

"And how is that my fault?" she questioned. "Everyone is also surprised that Draco isn't part Veela, or that Snape isn't part Dementor! Is that what we're doing now, going off of what 'everyone' thinks?!"

"You know that's not what I'm fucking talking about!"

"No!" Selina exclaimed, "I don't, because I have no idea what on earth you're talking about! Lucius just publicly insulted me and accused me of trying to steal his son away from his girlfriend, and somehow you've turned the whole thing around on me! How is that fair?"

"Oh, you know what else isn't fair?!" Jasper yelled at her. "The fact that I have to watch my own girlfriend play Slither King and Queen with someone else! Or, the fact that there was a group of first years who call themselves 'Team Draco and Selina'."

"Again. Not seeing how any of this is my fault," she repeated. "From the moment you told me how you felt about me, I made it very clear exactly how I felt. I told you that I wanted to be with you, and only you. Yes, Draco and I are friends, but I have never overstepped the bounds of friendship, and yes, he did kiss me that one time, when we were both drunk.

"And what did I do?! I stormed out and I eventually told you about it, even though we were almost going to spend some time apart, because that's how much I care about our relationship. And I barely spoke to him for a while after that, and even when I did start speaking to him a bit again, I constantly made sure never to put myself in the same situation with him again, and I made sure he never acted like that with me ever again. You never voiced any sort of concern about him after that, and regardless, I would've backed off even more, or even stopped hanging out with him completely if you asked me to, because you're the person I love!" Selina exclaimed breathlessly.

Jasper just studied her for a moment, seemingly no emotion behind his green eyes as he looked down at her.

"Did you fuck him?" he asked quietly.

Selina went completely silent, her eyes widening as she felt as if all of her veins were about to pop out of her body.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" she asked quietly.

"Did you fuck him?" Jasper asked, his resolve only strengthening.

"Where the fuck did you get that idea?!" she screamed.

"Selina, if anyone else would've tried to kiss you, you would've dropped them immediately," Jasper insisted, a look of determination in his eyes, "If it had been Blaise, or Goyle, you would've never spoken to them again."

"First of all, that's just a ridiculous assumption, second of all, you know that I didn't feel the need to cut Draco off because I know that he's a selfish, childish arsehole, and he really just did what he did to get back at Pansy," she seethed.

"To me, it just sounds like you're trying to justify keeping him in your life," he stated.

"Then what's the point of even saying anything?" Selina questioned. "If you're convinced that I'm cheating on you, or that I'm in love with someone else, why don't you just leave?"

There was a long silence, and a lot of emotions that filled that silence for the both of them. Jasper quickly thought about what she said, and how he felt about the situation, struggling to see clearly. It was all one blurry haze to him.

"You know that that's not what I think," he said, lowering his voice a few decibels.

"You just said that that's what you think," she replied, struggling to keep her cool.

"No, I asked if you fucked him," he corrected her.

"How is that any different?" she asked, completely lost.

"I don't know. You two just... act like you have a history," Jasper remarked.

"Well, I'm telling you, we don't, so either believe me, or just leave."

Selina was close to tears, completely done trying to reason with him. She watched as a man with a tray of champagne glasses quickly passed, swiping one of them as he barely acknowledged her, downing it as she tried to shake off the anxious frenzy she was experiencing.

"I believe you," he decided after a while.

"And do you want me to stop hanging out with Draco?" she questioned expectantly.

"No."

Jasper now seemed ashamed of himself, not quite sure what to say to steer the situation in a different direction.

"Are you sure?" Selina asked coldly. "Because I'm not having this argument again. I will not make a fool of myself trying to prove to you again and again how much I love you."

"You love me?" Jasper asked her, looking her in the eyes. "You really love me?"

"What did I just fucking say?"

"No, this isn't about Draco," he sighed, trying to explain himself, "I just... I don't see why you would choose me."

"'Choose' you?" she asked. "As opposed to what?"

"I don't know, you just have better, easier options," he admitted. "I mean, you could have anyone you wanted. Why be with someone like me?"

"Because, I think you're amazing," she concluded, somewhat reluctant to have this particular discussion. "You don't think so, but you're smart, and funny, and kind. And you get me. I like being with you, and I love you. But I don't like having to constantly prove myself to you."

"You don't have to prove yourself to me," Jasper sighed. "You're the best girlfriend I could ever ask for."

"Then why doubt me?" Selina asked, lowering her voice to almost a whisper.

"I don't doubt you. I just... Sometimes, I don't like myself," he thought, "And it makes me resent the people who do, because I get convinced they're wrong."

"I understand that part," she offered, "But you cannot turn on me when I'm trying to be on your side."

"I know. And I'm sorry," he apologized, "Not just for this, but for all of it. I'm used to being alone, but being with you makes me so afraid of it. Before you, I was fine with being miserable, and being hated. But now, I can't be like that anymore, and sometimes I just don't know how."

"I know. Sometimes, I don't either," she responded in a low tone. "But you can't just get jealous of people like that. If you really do have a problem with Draco, you need to let me know so I can just make things easier for us and stop hanging out with him."

"Oh, I hate Draco," Jasper stated readily, "But I'm not jealous of him. I know you want to be with me, and I trust you. And I don't want you to stop being friends with him just because I overthink sometimes."

"Okay," Selina nodded slowly, appreciative of the conclusion.

"I'm sorry. For everything I said. I was disrespectful to you, and I never want to be that person again," he apologized. "If I could take it all back right now, I would."

"It's fine. People have fights," Selina concluded.

"Would it be alright if we went back out?" he asked her.

Selina paused for a second as she set her empty champagne flute on the ground. "I'm going back to everyone else, including Lucius and Draco, and I'm going to behave normally. If you can do that, by all means, come out with me. But if you need a minute, I won't be angry if you stay in here," she offered calmly.

"I'll come with you," he offered, earning only a nod.

Selina signed, instinctively wiping beneath her eyes before she headed back out to the party, doing a sort of walk of shame with Jasper. Everyone else seemed perfectly fine, just as they had been before. She figured that no one could really hear much over the various sounds from throughout the stadium.

Deciding he'd better find a way to ease back into the social gathering, Jasper walked over to Blaise, who was speaking with a couple of Ministry employees who knew his mother. Selina walked out toward Draco, who was watching the game from behind the railing. She stood beside him, slowly looking over at him.

"Hey, Sel," he nodded.

"We need to talk," Selina replied.

Draco raised an eyebrow as he turned his attention to his friend, no longer focused on the match.

"What's going on?" he inquired.

Selina decided there was no universe in which their conversation wasn't awkward, so she quickly gave a brief synopsis of her and Jasper's interaction with Lucius.

"Unbelievable," Draco blurted out, angrily looking in his father's direction before Selina stopped him with her hand.

"No. Not now," she told him.

"But he insulted you, and insinuated that you and I are somehow involved or something, despite the fact that you're dating Jasper, and I have Pansy!" he said under his breath.

"I know. But now's not the time and place," Selina responded calmly.

"Then why would you tell me right now?!" he argued.

"Yeah, I should've known you'd be angry," she admitted, "God knows I was."

"I can't believe he said that, to both of you," Draco sighed, embarrassed by his father's behavior.

"It's fine, it's not your fault," Selina waved it off, finding herself unable to keep part of her promise to her uncle. "But, there is something else I think we need to talk about as well."

"What's that?" Draco Malfoy asked. "My father insult your cat's honor?"

"No. It's serious," she murmured, looking over her shoulder to make sure that no one could overhear. "Did Blaise ask you to sleep over?" she began.

"Yeah," he nodded, not seeing the significance. "Why?"

"After the Cup, you, me, and Jasper need to go home with Blaise," Selina whispered to him carefully. "Something's happening after the match is over, and we need to get out of here as fast as possible."

"What's happening after the match?!" he whispered, extremely worried.

"I don't know exactly, but it's going to be bad," she told him. "The Death Eaters are attacking."

"What?" Draco questioned. "That's preposterous! My father would've—"

"Draco," Selina stopped him, grimacing as she reluctantly explained the situation to him. "He's a part of it."

Draco thought she was insane, denying it wholeheartedly.

"Who the fuck said that?!" he demanded.

"Igor did. That's what they were talking about after we left. Igor said his Mark was bothering him, and he said he had a bad feeling about tonight," she explained. "He talked to your father about it, and he confirmed it. Igor's going with him, after the match. He told me we all need to get out of here."

"That's insane!" Draco insisted. "I think I'd know if my own father—"

"No, you wouldn't," she promised him. "He didn't want you to know anything about it. For multiple reasons."

"And did my mother know anything about this?" Draco asked in shock.

"I don't know," she replied. "But we can't be anywhere near here when it does happen."

"I don't believe this. There's just no way," he repeated, not knowing what to think.

"Draco. Did you hear what he said to Potter earlier?" Selina rationalized. "'Enjoy yourself... While you can'."

"Yeah, but..." he found himself sounding like a broken record. "I can't believe it."

"You don't have to," she offered, trying to make things easy for him. "Just please, come with us after the match? It's too dangerous for you to be out there alone."

Draco nodded slowly, agreeing to the fairly simple demand.

"Alright. I will," he decided.

"Good," Selina agreed. "We'll all go with Blaise. Just... keep calm, and act like nothing's wrong."

"How exactly do I do that?" he asked crossly.

"I don't know, but whatever you need to do, do it."

There was a long silence between them, as if they both understood that the other needed a moment. Draco seemed much more devastated by what he knew about the plan for that night's events than Selina had, which she sympathized with. She observed him as he stood there silently, trapped in the vicious cycles of his own mind, not even watching the match anymore.

"What are you thinking about?" she said finally, trying to save him from himself.

He looked back out onto the pitch, as if realizing the way his sadness wasted his evening.

"Pansy," he said honestly, his brows furrowed with worry.

She eventually went back into the box, looking for Blaise. She found him and Jasper off to the side, talking with her uncle. Selina casually walked over to the group, projecting a nonchalant demeanor to the rest of the world.

"Draco will come with us after the Cup is over," she announced, putting everyone else at ease.

"Good," Igor nodded. "It's imperative that you all get out of here the second the game ends."

"I told him what's happening," Selina murmured, much to Igor's disapproval.

"You shouldn't have done that, Selina," Blaise said rather ominously.

"Why not?" she questioned, feeling their approach over-complicated things. "Wouldn't it be better if he actually knew why we needed to leave?"

"I told you, Lucius Malfoy does not want his son to know what he's doing," Igor whispered so quietly he was almost silent.

"He's going to find out anyway!" Selina whispered.

"Selina, has it not crossed your mind that if Draco is aware of the specifics of tonight's events, he could become an accessory?" Igor asked her. "I took enough of a risk telling you and Jasper, but that was purely because I know you're both mature enough, and you needed to know what was happening to keep everyone else safe!"

"There's no way anyone could find out Draco knew," she argued, "And besides, you said yourself, we need everyone safe and calm, and the only way to keep everyone safe and calm is to make sure they actually know what's going on!"

"Fine. Whatever, just make sure that Lucius does not realize Draco knows," Igor insisted. "I'm in enough shit with the Death Eaters as it is."

"Why? They're forcing you to march with them?" Blaise interjected.

"Yes," Igor nodded, trying to appear nonchalant,

"I was one of those who didn't go looking for the Dark Lord after everyone thought he was dead. To them, I might as well be a traitor. If I didn't agree to march with them tonight, Selina and I would both be in danger."

Selina paused for a moment, the gravity of the situation genuinely sinking in. She hadn't considered before that Igor really was in danger because of the fact that he had abandoned Voldemort and his cause. She also hadn't actually realized that, because of this, she was also personally in danger.

Selina Romanov was completely aware that Igor had reluctantly been a Death Eater during the First Wizarding War because of his older brother, but she had never considered just how much of a sacrifice he'd made to protect their family.

"Igor," she said after a moment. "If you have to join the Death Eaters now..."

He didn't necessarily follow her train of thought yet. Even though Selina knew that it wasn't certain that Voldemort could or would return, she still understood that even without him, the Death Eaters were capable of all sorts of terrorism. Somehow, the idea of all the Death Eaters acting on their own, without a leader, was even more terrifying.

Both Igor and Blaise didn't yet understand what she was afraid of.

"What happens if they start recruiting again? Like they did before," she asked her uncle, thinking years in advance. "Am I safe? Are Draco and I safe?"

Although Igor was adamant about protecting Selina at any cost, he still didn't and couldn't answer the question.

"Unfortunately, I think that's a question worth asking," Blaise thought grimly.

"I don't want you to think about that," Igor answered stiffly. "Everything will be fine. Just keep each other safe for now."

Both of them agreed, doing as they were told without any resistance. Everyone's moods seemed less and less cheerful as the Cup Final came to a conclusion, with the Irish having won despite Viktor Krum having been the one to catch the Snitch. Neither Selina nor Draco could find it in them to even express their anger and disappointment at the loss.

"Draco," Lucius Malfoy told his son as everyone cheered for the end of the match, "Why don't you all head on outside before everyone starts to crowd the exits?"

"Stick together," Igor reminded them, seemingly casually, "And watch out."

"We will," Selina told him, her promise sounding less ominous than it was.

Draco nodded to them both respectfully, leading all of his friends out of the box through the crowds of people throughout the stadium. Selina held onto Jasper's hand as they quickly walked behind Draco and Blaise, wands ready as they took it upon themselves to watch out for the other two.

"Everything's going to be just fine," Jasper murmured definitively to Selina, trying to convince the both of them. "I love you," he breathed.

"I love you," she whispered back, holding back tears as she continued on through the crowd, knowing some of those people might be dead by the end of the night.

"They're mostly targeting Muggles, and Muggle-Borns," Blaise Zabini informed them discreetly so that only they could hear, "Most of these people in here are safe. Except Granger and the Weasel- Bees," he added crassly.

Although this was generally good news, considering, it definitely wasn't the most comforting thing to Selina or Jasper. They made their way through the stadium, remaining vigilant in case something happened.

As they found themselves outside in the dark, only a handful of wizards already leaving, Selina realized that Draco was the one having the most difficulty with what was happening. All of them saw as Lucius and Igor hurried past them, heading off to meet the others. Draco had tears in his eyes and was beginning to shake with fear.

"My mother's all the way on the other side," Blaise stated, looking across the perimeter of the stadium. "We need to hurry."

"Draco," Jasper's voice interrupted, his hand resting firmly on Draco's shoulder, "We need to go, mate," he told him.

Draco Malfoy was completely frozen, unable to stop looking back at his father.

"Draco, I don't know how much time we have," Selina joined in, trying to stress the importance of their departure, "We need to get out of here. Now."

"No," Draco protested, staring at his father's silhouette, which was growing smaller by the minute.

"Come on, Draco," Selina reminded him, "It'll be starting any minute—"

"I—I can't leave him!" Draco stammered, watching his father like a child. "What if something happens?"

"Something is happening, to us, if we don't leave in time!" she murmured. "I know it's a lot, but we have to go. Now."

Selina looked back at her uncle with Lucius Malfoy, both she and Draco seeing them as they Apparated away completely, no longer visible to them.

"No!" he exclaimed, panicking.

Not thinking, Draco looked around, taking off running the second he saw the campsites nearby.

"Draco!" Blaise shouted, watching as he took off.

"Hey! Malfoy! Get back here!" Jasper yelled, his heart racing as he looked all around them, trying to figure out what to do.

Draco was running as fast he could, sprinting blindly in the direction he thought his father was headed in.

"Draco!" Selina called free him.

Her mind was racing as she pressed hard on the ring they shared, hoping that the aggressive signal would help him see reason. She wasn't sure if she should get the others to Mrs. Zabini, or run after Draco before they lost him, or even go looking for another adult. But seeing as Draco wasn't stopping anytime soon, Selina decided she ultimately had no choice.

"Get to Mrs. Zabini and wait for me there! I'm going after him," Selina announced, reluctantly taking off running.

"No! Selina!" Jasper shouted over the rest of the noise, also unsure of how to react.

He turned to Blaise, both of them unsure as to what the best course of action was.

"We shouldn't split up," Blaise pointed out, looking toward Draco and Selina. "Let's grab them, and get out of here."

"Alright," Jasper nodded in agreement, the two of them following.

Both of them quickly found that they weren't fast enough to keep up with the two star athletes they were chasing down. Jasper thought he could almost see Selina in the crowd, but he knew they had no idea where Draco had went.

"Draco!" Selina screamed at the top of her lungs as she searched the campgrounds.

She stopped to look around, not seeing any sign of him anywhere. It didn't help that she was looking for someone dressed in all black. She continued systematically running through every row of tents, still finding it impossible to spot Draco. It was loud, and the only lights were the flames from multiple torches scattered around. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Selina whipped around in a circle as she scanned the vast campgrounds for her friend, desperate to keep all of her friends safe. After an amount of time searching that she definitely was not comfortable with in an emergency, Selina spotted a head of blond hair and sprinted in Draco's direction.

"Draco!" she shouted with relief, sighing as she practically smashed into him. "What are you doing?! We need to go!"

"Not without my father!" he insisted, surprised himself at his protective instinct. "I can't let him go with them."

"Unfortunately, you don't let him do anything, he makes his own decisions," Selina reminded him. "He'll be fine, but we need to go before someone sees us," she told him.

Almost right one cue, loud noises from ahead stopped them both. It was already too late. The Death Eaters were all marching in masks, and things seemed to already be getting violent. Selina could hear their chanting as people began to run away screaming.

Various spells, offensive and defensive, were being cast left and right. Everything was on fire, and everyone was already panicked.

"Fuck!" Selina realized, not knowing what to do.

She looked around, trying to figure out where to go from there.

"Come on!" she shouted, making the mature decision to grab Draco's arm so that he followed.

They ran off away from the Death Eaters, running against the chaotic flow of human traffic. They were nearly trampled as they made their way through the crowd. Draco looked as if he were about to cry as he was pushed aside by people running and jumping like madmen.

Doing what she could to take initiative for the both of them, Selina pulled him away off to the side, where she bumped right into someone.

"Selina?!"

Selina caught her breath as she stood up straight, seeing a panicked Fred Weasley.

"Fred!" she shouted.

"Selina, have you seen my sister?!" he yelled.

"No! I haven't seen anyone!" she cried.

Unable to waste any more time, Fred took off running in a separate direction as Selina and Draco ran through the crowd, in the opposite direction as they tried to find Jasper and Blaise. It seemed as if fire was spreading across the entire site.

Between that, the constant running, and the hundreds of other people struggling to do the same, Selina and Draco could hardly breathe. Selina held on tight to Draco as she ran with him in the direction of the stadium, trying to keep calm as she barely managed to continue her breathing pattern. She was aware that her life literally depended on it.

They both stopped as they encountered a couple of Death Eaters, one of them using their wand to dangle who Selina had assumed were a couple of Muggle-Borns by their ankles, and the other torturing them with the Cruciatus Curse.

Although Selina knew not to stop long enough to be seen, Draco couldn't help but stare as he saw two masked men that he most likely knew personally preparing to kill. Keeping him moving, Selina squeezed his arm and practically dragged him away from the campsites.

She and Draco eventually got to a place far away from the crowds, surrounded by the ruins the Death Eaters left in their wake, some of them consisting of people at the very least unconscious on the ground. Selina didn't want to think about how many people were dead or injured.

They found Jasper and Blaise, who both seemed terrified.

"Draco! Selina," Blaise exhaled, barely having it in him to be relieved. "We need to find my mother!"

"Okay!" Selina agreed, pulling Draco along as they all ran.

He was nearly limp by now, no longer unable to process anything that happened around him. She stressfully kept him upright as they all followed Blaise, desperate to leave every awful thing they'd seen behind. It was only a few more minutes or so before they found Elvira Zabini, stuck exactly where she said she'd be so that they could find her.

"For fuck's sake, I've been worried sick about all of you!" she cried, grasping her son's hand. "Come on, join hands, we're Apparating."

Selina grabbed onto Jasper's hand as he tightly clutched Draco's. Draco was also squeezing onto Blaise's hand, terrified as he tried to focus on the Apparition. They all held on tight as Mrs. Zabini brought them to the home she shared with Blaise, their final shock of the night as they tried not to vomit from the stress.

They quickly arrived at the Zabinis' manor, all of them startled by loud screams even upon leaving the World Cup. They all gathered themselves, panicking as they saw Draco on the ground, screaming.

"Draco!" Blaise yelled, rushing to his friend's side.

Everyone crowded around Draco as they tried see what had happened. To Selina's horror, there was a lot of blood.

"Oh, hell, he's been Splinched!" Blaise's mother exclaimed, kneeling at his side.

There was a lot of bleeding at his ankle above his foot, which luckily didn't seem to be completely severed, although it was bleeding profusely.

"He'll need to go to St. Mungo's, but I don't know if he's safe to Apparate again so quickly," the woman realized. "Blaise! Get me the box!"

He seemed to know what she meant. "Yes, Mother!"

Blaise ran up the stairs as everyone Jasper and Selina both remained with Draco, wincing at his pain. He was choking on his own sobs as he tried to grasp his ankle.

"Draco, you're going to be alright," Elvira assured him as she carefully folded up the material of his trousers. "It doesn't look too deep, you were just grazed pretty good, is all. They'll fix this in no time, you'll be perfectly normal within the hour, okay?" she attempted to comfort him.

"I know, I know, it hurts," Selina promised as Mrs. Zabini prepared a cloth and warm water to at least clean the wound.

Looking at Elvira Zabini, in the long, emerald green dress that very tightly hugged her curves, along with her gold statement earrings and chunky gold necklace that she wore to a Quidditch match, Selina could see that the only reason she'd attended the World Cup was simply because she was with a man who could afford to.

It was also apparent that she was not exactly meant to be a mother, nor did she really want to be in some cases. After all, by the looks of her, she didn't have to be. Elvira Zabini could find a way to get just about anything done for her if she wanted, and usually, she would.

Although her response to Draco's getting Splinched was very adult, and very urgent, it certainly wasn't the most maternal as she silently applied rough swipes of the hot cloth against the wound without thinking twice as Draco continued to cry out in pain.

"You're going to be alright, mate," Jasper tried to soothe him, "Just hang in there."

Selina could tell Draco had gotten Splinched while Apparating simply because he'd been to panicked and too reluctant to leave his father behind to focus on safely arriving at their destination. She and Jasper both held onto one another's hand as they watched as Elvira tried her best to help Draco.

Blaise had provided her with a few various items to ease and heal the wound, which ended up being entirely effective.

"Okay," the woman sighed, exhausted as she cleaned blood and other substances off of her hands, "The wound's closed up completely, and the bleeding's stopped," she said as Draco slowly sat up on the ground.

Everyone looked at him worriedly, grateful that their friend was no longer in pain.

"How do you feel?" she asked him.

"I'm... I'm fine," Draco responded, even-toned as he slowly stood up, embarrassed at himself. "I feel normal. Like nothing happened."

"Good. You won't have to go to the hospital, just keep an eye on it," Elvira nodded.

"Thank you, Mrs. Zabini," Selina said politely.

"Call me 'Elvira'," the woman said dismissively. "You're Selina, right?"

"Yes, and this is my boyfriend, Jasper."

"Ah. He's a looker," Elvira nodded with a grin, approving. "You two make sense together, you know."

"Thank you," Jasper said to her in amusement.

"You know," she turned to Selina, "Blaise was right about you. You really do look like a heartbreaker. Reminds me a lot of myself at your age," she remarked thoughtlessly.

Selina smiled pleasantly, still not seeing how she could've resembled Mrs. Zabini in any way. The woman was about her height, and had sharp, upturned eyes, but the similarities ended there.

Elvira was quite curvaceous, with an hourglass build that was almost unrealistic for a person. Her hips were so perfectly curved that she looked almost as if she'd struggle going through doorways. Her bust also seemed to go out so far in front of her that it would enter the room before she did. Selina had no idea how the woman could stand up so straight.

Elvira Zabini was divine-looking, with long, perfect black hair that had been straightened and curled, falling halfway down her back in big curls. She had striking light hazel eyes that stood out against her beautifully melanated skin and round, full lips that she knew enticed anyone and everyone. Selina was in awe of her.

"You can all help yourselves to whatever you'd like," she continued, allowing the responsibility to fall on Blaise. "You're free to sleep, if you'd like, I'm not sure when they're all coming for you. I'll be going to bed now, come fetch me if you need anything," she smiled before heading upstairs as everyone waved goodnight.

"There are plenty of rooms upstairs," Blaise began, "Or, we could even sleep down here, in the living area."

"I'm fine with either," Jasper said indifferently as Selina nodded in agreement.

"Will your mum care if she hears us?" Draco asked him.

Blaise shook his head. "No. Once she's had her Sleeping Draught, she's out of commission."

"Where should we sleep upstairs?" Draco asked.

"Come on. The guest rooms are this way."

"Got anything to drink?" Draco added.

"Water, and pumpkin juice..."

"Something a bit stronger, mate," Selina clarified, as Draco quietly expressed his gratitude to her.

"Yeah, we've definitely got that," Blaise nodded. "Just head upstairs, to the right. Any room you like, blankets and pillows are in the wardrobes. I'll grab it from the liquor cabinet."

"Thanks, Blaise," Jasper called.

He turned to Selina, a tired look in his eyes. The three of them tiptoed around Blaise's house until they found a room upstairs full of sofas, settling in with whatever blankets and pillows they found. Jasper was laid out on a sofa as Selina sat beside him on the floor, his head just above her shoulder.

Draco sat across from them, elevating his bandaged ankle. He no longer needed the bandage at all, considering that the wound had been successfully healed, but he still treated it as if it were fresh. Blaise joined them shortly, a bottle of bourbon and another of pumpkin juice in hand, which seemed both appealing and disgusting to all of them. He grabbed several glasses from the drink cart in the room and began pouring.

Just as he began pouring the fourth glass, Jasper stopped him.

"No thanks, Blaise, I'll probably be falling asleep in a minute."

Blaise Zabini nodded, pouring three hefty glasses of bourbon.

"Mother never seems to notice, or care, what I take from the liquor cabinet, so we'll be fine," he assured his friends. "If I set the empties on her bedside table, she'll just think it was her."

"Cheers to that," Selina raised her glass pointedly, "That being alcoholism."

Her glass clinked against both of theirs as they all downed the expensive bourbon as best as they could, gasping and coughing slightly as they always did afterward. But still, they never seemed to let that deter them.

Jasper was soon dead asleep, his head half resting on Selina's shoulder as he drooled. But she didn't seem to mind at all. Jasper tended to take at least two naps a day, and always stayed up until at least one in the morning, although his abnormal sleep schedule never seemed to interfere with Selina. If he wanted to spend time with her, he'd simply take his nap beside her.

Selina and Jasper never seemed to have to talk when they were together, the same way she, Draco, and Blaise all collectively agreed that they wanted to sit and drink in silence, being alone, but still together. No one spoke much for at least about a half hour, or two drinks later. They were all fully aware of how late it was, but none of them seemed to be getting tired anytime soon, given what they had all just witnessed.

After a few more minutes, they began speaking aloud again, but still none of them brought up anything having to do with the World Cup.

"My father said this year's supposed to be the Triwizard Tournament," Draco remembered.

"Oh, yeah, that's right," Blaise nodded, "They're starting that up again. I almost forgot about that."

"That's where we compete against Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, right?" Selina asked. "Every

Blaise nodded. "Yeah, but I heard the rules are changing this year. They're trying to make it safer."

"'Safer'?" Draco scoffed. "It's not supposed to be safe."

"It's Hogwarts," Blaise reasoned indifferently.

"Exactly!" he pointed out.

"You should enter," Selina quipped, "Maybe then, we wouldn't have to listen to you running your fat mouth every day."

Draco was very displeased with this, irritably tossing one of his pillows straight at her face. Selina caught it, playfully throwing it back to him.

"Blaise," he frowned, "Pour us another round."

Blaise sighed, hesitantly collecting all of their glasses. "Not sure if I should be adding more alcohol to this," he said, gesturing generally to the two of them, "But alright."

The three of them continued, having drink after drink until all of them somehow ended up having to use the bathroom at once.

"Okay, Selina, you use this bathroom, Draco, you use the bathroom in the hall, and I'll use my mother's," Blaise decided for them as they all split.

"You sure you don't want to sword fight?!" Draco challenged as they both raced through the hall to get to the bathrooms in time.

"You know, I'd really rather not."

Draco Malfoy was currently at his point, slightly more intoxicated than anyone else, not including Mrs. Zabini. Selina sighed as she used the bathroom in that room, reluctantly sitting with her thoughts as she went. It wasn't a very pleasant image, and it wasn't where she would've thought she'd be two years ago.

Selina hurried in the bathroom as her thoughts progressively became more existential, rejoining Blaise as they both waited for Draco to finish up.

"Selina," Blaise said after a moment of silence.

"Yeah?" she asked curiously.

Blaise rarely initiated conversations during social gatherings, with anyone in their group, even after two years of close friendship.

"You think Draco and Pansy will last?" he asked, a hint of cruel realism in his tone.

"The way I see it," Selina sighed, having to prepare herself for the topic, "They'll either be done with each other by next week, or not at all."

Blaise considered this for a moment, nodding along as he saw the validity in her theory.

"Can I tell you something?" he said, laughing.

"Sure," she agreed.

Blaise Zabini spent a solid minute chuckling to himself, genuinely unable to take himself seriously and get the words out. Selina waited for a moment, amused at his somewhat buzzed state, but also concerned as to what he might've possibly had to say.

"Everyone's so worried that Draco's going to hurt Pansy, because she's so obsessed with him," he thought aloud, smiling sadistically at the idea. "But I know... I know that Pansy's not the one we should all be worried about."

Selina laughed awkwardly. "I—I don't get it. How is that funny?" she wondered, still chuckling along with him at the irony.

"It isn't," Blaise admitted, still laughing.

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