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misguidedasgardian · 4 days

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The Lifeaters (III.5)

V. Crush-ing it

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Chapter Summary: Unlike last year, nothing was going to stop this school year

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, classism, charms and curses, might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 2,3 k

Notes: Anyways… let’s keep swimming

The night you spent all together in the great hall had been so much fun! giggling, talking and gossiping to late hours of the night, and then sleeping next to your closest friend

Draco had taken well the fact that you were trapped in Muggle studies, blaming it on Snape rather than on you, “my father will hear about this”, he said, and you were relieved

Your group was closer than ever, even Tracy, who for the last two years had been a bit of a “lone wolf”. Your group of 10 closest friends.

But also the night was a bit revealing, it turns out Black had tried to sneak into the Gryffindor common room, he had ripped a portrait that was the door to their private space

They were always in the middle of everything, weren’t they?

But you had your own things to worry about… your first match was coming nearer, and the weather was only getting worse

Trainings were brutal, you ended up moody all over, and the rain was making you slip from your broom and almost fall from it, Draco was all too happy watching you from the stands, claiming that he was going to be able to play in the actual game, but didn’t want to “chance it” with his arm, even though he was totally fine, at least to you.

You had to ask Marcus (who as he was in last year he had permission to go to Hogsmeade more often), to go to Dervish and Banges to buy some adhesive gum for the handle of the

brooms.

But the date of the game…

It was Thursday today, you woke up… feeling terribly uncomfortable… again, and lucky for you, it was pouring, and Draco kept whining about his arm

Flint looked at the two of you

“And what’s up with you Basilik?”, he asked softly, he always spoke softly to you, not to your other team members though

“I don’t feel very well”, you muttered, unconsciously wrapping your arms against your midsection, he looked at the gesture with a frown

“Oh I get it, I have two older sisters”, he grumbled, “I’ll talk to Hooch and Wood”, he said, and walked away

“Really?”, you asked

“Yes, we can’t play in this weather anyways”, he said with a small smile, “and I understand Basilik, but don’t let it be a bother again”, he demanded, and you only nodded

“Yes captain”, you said shyly

“Do you really don’t feel good?”, asked Draco, “what was that about?”

“It’s true”, you muttered

“Are you alright?”, he asked

“Yes! I will be”, you said surely

“Did you go to the infirmary?”, he insisted

“Draco”, you said, a bit more violet that you would like, “I’m fine”, from one second to the next his face paled, and he seemed horrified

“Oh! I’m sorry!”, he said quickly, looking into his pockets, “here, a chocolate frog”

“What? why?”, you asked him, receiving the treat from his trembling hand

“Just because”, he said simply. He smiled shakily and nodded. You just shook your head, and went back inside before a huge storm fell over your heads.

The school day was over, and you almost sighed in relief when you saw Pansy, with whom you’d had marvelous talks about… girlhood

With a look she knew, and you sat by her side in the couch

“Those days uh?”, she asked, you only nodded, but as Draco saw that Tracy, Daphne and Milicent joined you, he ran off to his own room.

But it was not an excuse for the Defense against the dark arts you had, double period, Friday.

You were sitting next to Draco, holding yourself to not cuddle against his arm, you needed to cuddle something, or someone…

But it wasn’t professor Lupin who entered the room next, it was professor Snape, to your disappointment

You admired him, he was the head professor of your house, but you could barely take him in the Potion’s classroom, and Defense against the dark arts was your relief. Even though this was the position he coveted the most, he was the best at potions!

“Turn to page 394”, he commanded with his drawling voice

“Excuse me, sir. Where's Professor Lupin?”, asked Potter

“That's not really your concern, is it, Potter?”, he asked, there is no one that he hated more than Potter, but he turned to the class nonetheless, “Suffice it to say your professor finds himself incapable of teaching… at the present time. Turn to page 394”, he insisted, to see there were some that didn’t even have their books over their tables yet

"Werewolves?”, you asked

“Sir, we just learned about red caps and hinkypunks”, said Granger this time, gods she was annoying, “We're not meant to start that for weeks…”

“Quiet”, he warned, there is nothing he disliked more than being contradicted, “Now, which one of you can tell me the difference...between an Animagus and a werewolf?”, you raised your hand, the answer in your mind, “Baislik”, he called, even though Granger was almost jumping off of her seat.

“An Animagus is a person that chooses to turn into an animal, after completing a lot of complicated rituals to become one, but a Werewolf…”, oh you shouldn't have answered

“A werewolf has no choice”, completed Granger with a smug face, “With each full moon… he no longer remembers who he is. He'd kill his best friend if it crossed his path… Furthermore the werewolf only responds to the call of its own kind”, Draco mocked Granger by howling into the class, making you laugh

“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. That's the second time you've spoken out of turn, Miss Granger, are you incapable of restraining yourself or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?”, he growled, making you smile, was he actually defending you?, “Five points from Gryffindor”, Draco giggled by your side, nudging your side.

“As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk, by Monday morning two rolls of parchment on the werewolf, with emphasis on recognizing it”, everyone growled and you were so relieved to not play tomorrow

The class continued as nothing had happened, it was the most boring class of defense against the dark arts of the year, and you wondered that if Snape coveted this position that much, shouldn’t he put more work into it?

Draco started doodling a comic of Potter being struck by lightning while he was playing, and you thought it was hilarious, you actually helped him, drawing a quidditch player throwing a bludger at his head, with a tap of your wand, the picture started moving, and you giggled when Draco turned it into a paper plane and threw it at him

Did you really have to make this huge assignment?

You felt terrible, but…with the correct amount of chocolate you were ready to attend the game, even though it was pouring, a full storm raging on, you wanted to skip it, you really did, because, what was the point? you could barely see! but all your friends were going so… and Pansy so much as dragged you under her umbrella.

As you were walking towards the pitch, under a tightly held umbrella, you passed by Potter

“If only my arm was fully healed”, mocked Draco, “such a pity”, you even felt better at his words, and to see Potter’s face, Potter’s wet face

An artwork

“Let’s go to the boxes”, you insisted, you wanted to walk arm in arm with Draco, but… Pansy gave you pleading eyes so you were forced into facing the storm alone… until… Matthew wrapped his arm around yours

He was taller than you… and… sturdier… so you didn't complain when he hid under your umbrella, Greg on your other side

it was hard to watch, as you anticipated, but the storm gave the match something else, something powerful to it

It was even, you had heard that Hufflupuff had a new captain and seeker, and you could tell there was a big difference between them this year, and the last. Marcus had been so determined that you had been slacking in what Quidditch strategy is referring to.

So you did your best to keep in mind their plays, and strategies, even though they could have been changed due to the weather.

Thunderstruck the field, catching the broom of a player, you expect more than one injured player today, it was even more interested to watch, as the players kept slipping off their brooms

You haven't been in a game in almost a year, due to last year’s cancellation.

The game was intense, truly intense, the storm wasn’t waning and players went from one side to the next. It was electric! and not only because of lightning

You were watching an excellent maneuver from the Hufflepuff’s chasers when suddenly, everyone started gasping and screaming, you looked up and saw both seekers, going up, up, up in the air in the search of that little golden thing

The golden snitch

they got lost in the clouds and you tried to paid no more mind to Potter, but to no avail as Cedric Diggory fell from the skies to everyone’s surprise

From one second to the next, the sky was filled with Dementors, and Potter was plummeting to his certain death. Everyone was shouting, gasping and crying, pointing to the falling seeker.

It all happened so quickly, Dumbledore was watching the game, as he used to, and casted a spell so loud, the whole stadium

“Arresto Momentum!”, Potter stopped falling, landing slowly on the wet grass

Dementors were falling from the sky, over the pitch, and before you could do something, a blinding bright light covered the entire stadium, again, from Dumbledore’s hand, a spell so powerful it send all the Dementors away in a heartbeat

The game continued, despite it all, Cedric Diggory caught the snitch, and Draco was so shaken he didn’t even spoke against Dumbledore as he was also the witness to the most incredible spell any of us had ever seen

Say what you want about Dumbledore, he was a sucky headmaster, but he indeed was one of the greatest wizards that ever lived.

So the match had it all, intensity, a raging storm, players falling from their brooms, an incredible display of magic, but what was more important… A flagrant defeat for Gryffindor

You couldn’t stop smiling

Potter had a huge drop from the skies, and they had lost the match. He was in the infirmary next to a Hufflepuff that had been struck by lightning

it was still pouring, so you had no choice but to go back to the common room, that was buzzing with excitement

it was a nice, and cozy weekend, you stayed in the common room, the elves in the kitchen already preparing wintery comfort food, and you even took time with your friends for some studying, and helping those who were behind in class, and you even wrote the essay for Snape, even though it was a secret out loud that Lupin had clarified that you didn’t have to write it.

The week came nonetheless, soon it was monday and the classes started long for Muggle studies and Care for magical creatures, which was now very boring because Hagrid had lost his foot after what happened with Buckbeak

You still had to prepare a huge work for Muggle class, to find an object you could find in a muggle house and write a paper, describing it, how it was made, how it work, and what is was for, and you were panicking, you didn't had a clue, neither did Theo or Matthew

Draco had decided to take off his bandages, even though his arm was still tender, you had a game coming up, one that you couldn’t shake off, Ravenclaw, as opposed of Hufflepuff, and Professor Hooch didn’t care anymore if Draco’s arm wasn’t exhaled by then

It was in a couple of weeks, at the first Saturday of December

Now you were in potions, it was a light class, and there was an air of relief and happiness over your house, mainly because the Gryffindors were looking so gloomy.

Draco had taken full advantage to the fact that he didn’t had his bandages anymore, and perform great impressions of Potter falling off of his broom that had you cackling, even Snape was smirking when he thought nobody was looking

Weasley cracked sooner than you expected, Draco was in the middle of his impression when he was hit, straight in the face, by a wet and slippery crocodile heart.

“Ah!”, moaned Draco, and you actually didn’t want to touch him as he had goo on his face

“What is wrong with you Weasley?”, you asked him

“50 points from Gryffindor”, said Snape who was on the other side of the classroom but managed to turn just in time to witness the throwing

“50!?”, asked Weasley, you mocked him good yourself, when he was not looking, you threw a little dead slug in his cauldron, it was going to make the potion turn soggy, not at all what Snape was asking for, and at the end of the class, he got a bad grade

You were so tired of them, what happened last year coming back to you, If they thought you were the worst kind of person, maybe you should be, at least to them

Another week went by and you found yourself with broom in hand, ready to start the game

“Draco, watch out for Cho Chang, the new seeker”, muttered Flint, “we have faster brooms, but look over your shoulder, she tends to be a follower”

“Yeah, I’ll lose her in no time”, he muttered

“The Ravenclaws are smart”, said Pucey, “but we are faster than them”

“Yes, Beaters, you know what to do, keep the Bludgers into the kill zone, Basilik”, he called

“Yes?”

“You know what to do as well, you are still small enough to slip in, you need to keep that going, alright?”

“Yes Captain”

But it didn’t work

You sometimes forgot that you weren’t the only ones who watched every single game in search of the other team’s weaknesses, that they also studied your strategies, and consequently, had also devised ways to… try to win

You couldn’t have a window, you spend more time trying to evade the bludgers the Rvaenclaw’s beaters were throwing at you, they wouldn’t let you receive, pressing you between them both as soon as you got the Quaffle, and then they practiced the Parkin’s pinzer, and you fell for it

It was a good game, usually with the Ravenclaw it was quick, smart, with lots of strategy behind every play, the Slytherins were resourceful and clever, to Ravenclaw’s wits and intelligence.

You felt like they took out the best in you, in a wordless strategy with your captain, you fought back, with strength, waking up from your stupor

Draco had no interest in Cho, so he went to search for the snitch, rather than wait for the slippery little thing to come to him, so you usually found him going from one place to the next, also assisting in pressing on the other team

Your beaters got you an opening, so you did the classic movement in your team, Adrian and Marcus with the quaffle, taking all the attention of the Ravenclaw’s beaters so you swoop in from the outside of the pitch, Adrian passed on to you, and you managed to score

The only you you managed on the entire game

One goal by every chaser, and then, a bludger hit you on your side, taking your breath away, you were luckily closer to the ground, and managed to stay atop your broom, but you had to stop to recover, for only a few seconds, Marcus was going to ask for a timeout, but to no need…

Draco caught the snitch

DRACO CAUGHT THE SNITCH!

The next thing you knew, you had a horrible bruise over your ribcage, and you had trouble moving your arm but, Marcus’ friends of seventh year raised you in the air of the common room, as they did the entire team

Around you, a party was unraveling, the music was playing loud and they were all cheering for you

And it was only the first game of the season! this was going to be amazing!

You were on top of the world

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remuslupingf · 2 years

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Warm Sweaters

Remus Lupin x Reader

Fluff/Comfort

Word Count: 1k

Part II Part III

You liked to spend your days in the library. Which had nothing to do with a certain Gryffindor...obviously. The leaves had started to change and the weather was getting colder. Y/N found comfort in the huge library. You could hide away for hours. Except that he was always able to find you.

Remus was always in the library. He would go there before meals, after meals, to get some alone time away from the boys, and to see her.

Her name is Y/N and she’s in most of his classes. He was always too shy to talk to her. Like she'd ever notice him, she’s so angelic, he thought to himself. Smiling to himself. Remus was wearing his favourite sweater. He was so excited for autumn. His friends made fun of him for it, comparing him to a grandpa. He didn't mind.

You had always liked his sweaters, thinking he looked sweet and cozy in them. One night you had fallen asleep in the common room and he had placed his warm hoodie on you so you wouldn't freeze. You had woken up confused but surprised. Blushing all day long because he had thought enough about you to keep you warm .

You walked into the great hall after spending the morning in the library. With your stomach growling, you sat down with your group of friends. James was the first to notice you.

“Hi Y/N, how was your morning?” He asked while smiling at you from across the table.

“It was good, James. I was studying for our potions test on Friday,” you remind him.

Collective groans sound from around the table, all of them having forgotten about the upcoming test.

“You're a lifesaver Y/N”, Sirius said while ruffling your hair, causing everyone else to laugh. Except Remus. He smiled, but there was no real happiness in it.

Everyone looks up when they hear an owl. That was strange, you thought. It looks just like your owl. Sure enough, it was your owl and he lands right in front of you. You recognize your fathers slanted script and immediately you freeze up.

Your relationship with your father is extremely complicated. Your friends know that it’s hard at home but they don’t know the extent to it. You slowly untie the letter and your owl flies off.

“You alright love?,” Lily nudges you while giving you an encouraging smile.

“Um, yeah. Y’know what? I left my book in my room. I'm going to go get that before our next class,” you lied before scurrying off.

The group of friends look at each other and frown, sad for their friend. Remus gets up and immediately follows you, abandoning his already cold soup.

He made his way to the common room and up the stairs to your dorm.

You heard a faint knock on your door. You stood up, hiding the letter behind your back and wiping away your tears.

“Come in,” you squeak.

Remus opens the door to your dorm, never having seen it before. He admires your side of the room. He can tell it's yours because there's stacks of books and school work.

“Hi, I just came to see if you were okay.” he says while walking closer to you, after shutting the door.

You feel grateful to have such a good... friend. It’s silly to realize now but all you will ever be with Remus is friends. You tell yourself you can think about that later, not right now when he can see every emotion on your face, with how well he is at reading you.

“Thanks rem, just a letter from my dad. He’s coming to the school this week to ‘make sure i’m doing my family proud’. He said he’s going to shadow me all day on Friday and I'm really nervous about it, especially since our potions test is coming up,” you confess.

All of your friends knew that your family was strict. In the first year you had been sorted into Gryffindor, while your sister was sorted into Ravenclaw. Like she was supposed to. You were disappointed because you weren't smart enough. Your family for generations, had been in Ravenclaw. You were a ‘bad’ daughter for being different.

“It's gonna be okay Y/N/N! We’re all going to be here for you. It’s only for a day, and I know you’ll be strong enough to make it through,” Remus said while smiling down at you.

“I think i’m just going to skip today, will you tell the others i’m sick or something?” You ask him nicely.

“Of course. You know I'll always be here Y/N.” He says, while exiting the room. Remus went to the dining hall, explained to his friends that you and he were going to take the day off. They all smiled at him and thanked him for looking out for you. He rushed to the kitchens to grab your favourite dessert, and rushed back to your dorm.

“Rem? what are you doing back here?” you say, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. You were just about to fall asleep.

“Oh nothing, just spending the day with you. Here,” he says while handing you his sweater he had previously been wearing. You grab it and put it on, both of you not making eye contact and blushing.

“Uh, thanks Rem, but you don’t need to do this.” You say sadly.

“Of course I do silly. Now shush and eat up.”

He grabs a random book off of your shelf and sits at the end of your bed. He waits for you to be all cuddled up before he starts the book. He admired that the book is worn in and loved. He admires you for that.

“Goodnight Y/N/N.” He whispers once you'd fallen asleep. He stays a few minutes longer, watching you sleep and smiling to himself. He feels he’s connected to you and that you two share something. He has to rush back to class before he is too late, he’s a prefect after all. It was worth it, to see you drift off.

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