could you please write a draco x reader fic, where the reader is hopelessly in love with draco, and she's not afraid to show it. but draco doesn't feel the same. and draco being draco, he rejects the reader with no remorse. then when the reader finally comes to the realization that she deserves better, she started seeing new people (not necessarily dating, but more like talking), then that's when draco feels a bit jealous now that the reader isn't all over him anymore. the rest is up to you, love! just something really angsty, you could end it in any way you'd like.

also, sidenote. you're an amazing writer and i love you!!

a/n: Thank you for your request! ily <3

To say you had a crush on Draco Malfoy, was an understatement.

You couldn't help it, you couldn't just stop the feelings you developed every time he came around.

When he walked into the room it was butterflies breaking out of their cage, palms growing sweaty and your heart racing so fast you were scared you'd be able to see its indentions.

It was scary at first, to have such feelings at only thirteen years old. So you did your best to ignore them. You did your best to stay out of his way.

That only worked for so long.

When you are friends with Draco and the people that surround him, it becomes very hard to stay out of his path.

So it was only inevitable that your crush on him would become so much more. Especially as the years went on.

He hadn't made it much easier. Sometimes you felt as if, maybe, he returned your feelings. How could you think otherwise? With the way he walked with you to class, carried your books at times and spent time with you. Just you. Alone.

How could you not fall in love with him.

With all that simmering in you, you finally let it out. You made your affections obvious, not afraid to show Draco how you felt for him. You had thought it was welcomed. You thought that the feelings would be returned.

It seemed as though he could only tolerate you for so long. Yes, that was the right word for it, the only thing he had for you was toleration.

Your shoes sounded on the stone under you, on your way to the Slytherin common room. You had just got out of detention with professor Snape. You suppose it was well deserved, you had seen Draco almost put the wrong ingredient in his potion, so you being you had wandered to his table and helped him, much to Snapes dismay.

Whispering the password, you made your way through the dim passage. Chattering of people from all years and faint laughter was heard all around.

You spotted your friends right away, seated by the green flamed fireplace, as usual.

"She just can't take a hint." You heard Draco grumble, you paused your steps, you didn't mean to eavesdrop but it seemed as if your feet had a mind of its own.

"Wait," Blaise closes the book he had in his hold. "who are we talking about again?"

Pansy sighs, seeming they had been on the topic for some time. "We're talking about y/n."

Your brows furrow. Going back to the first thing you heard Draco say, she just can't take a hint, what was that supposed to mean. What hint?

"Why can't you just tell her how you feel?" Theo adds, his voice is laced with annoyance, maybe this isn't the first time they've talked about this.

"I thought how I felt would be obvious enough, without having to say anything." He huffs.

"Well," Theo sighs. "apparently not."

You were becoming anxious. What were they talking about and what exactly was Draco feeling? There was streak of hope in you, maybe he'd confess right here that he felt the same.

"What do you suggest I say then, oh-wise-one?" Draco asks teasingly.

"Easy, just say exactly what you tell us." He clears his throat dramatically, adopting a mock version of his voice, "Y/n, you have to be one of the most annoying girls, I have ever had the dissatisfaction of meeting. Please, oh please take the hint and leave me alone because these attempts at getting at me are getting more pathetic each time." He finishes with a clumsy curtsy.

The other Slytherins try to stifle their laughs.

You hadn't even noticed the gasp that escaped your throat until four heads turned to your direction.

"Y/n, I didn't kn-" You cut of Theo's words and apologetic stare.

"Is that true?" You ask Draco, your voice low, laced with hurt. Your nose was stinging and your bottom lip hung heavy, but you refused to cry in front of them. You wouldn't give them another weakness to laugh about.

Draco managed to keep his face blank, no emotions shining through. He shrugged, "Pretty much summed it up."

You almost flinched. He didn't even care about the hurt those words brought you.

You left without a look back. Leaving behind your friends call of your name. They weren't the ones you wanted an apology from. They had known how much you felt for him and didn't even bother telling you that it was definitely not mutual. They even laughed, like it was a joke, like your heart was a comedic topic.

The cold air hit your face, freezing against the tear stain tracks. You sat on a lone stone bench in the court yard, letting those tears make a home on your cheeks.

It wasn't obvious--his dislike to you. If it was, you would have gave up long ago. But a part of you felt that there was hope and you had chased after that.

Why couldn't he have just told you when you first let your affections known, it seemed that he had encouraged it back then, with lingering touches and soft smiles.

Looking back now, you notice that those advantages had slowly disappeared. You had been too caught up in his silky hair, those gray eyes filled with mirth and mischief, his angular face with high bones that no one could compare to, that you hadn't notice everything was unrequited.

A sick part of you even felt honored to have your heart broken in the hold of his beautiful hands, the part that saw him do no wrong.

Maybe that was the first problem, you put him on a pedestal, so high up you weren't able to see anything negative of him. You weren't able to see his cruel reality of his feelings towards you.

And he didn't even seem sorry. He didn't even look bothered by the damage of his words.

You were so nice and considerate to him. You would support him at every quidditch game, cheer the loudest even when he lost. You bought him presents for every one of his birthdays and even Christmas, each one sentimental and thoughtful. You had comforted him when he got those letters, that he despised, from his father. You had voiced encouragements when he showed a little tell sign of his insecurities. You had been there for him.

And he treats you like this, like you can be so easily dismissed. You didn't deserve that, you didn't deserve to be called pathetic for having normal feelings and then being laughed at for it.

The longer you sat on that cold bench, the angrier you got. A bitter feeling growing in your stomach, melting away those knots.

You wasted all this time and effort on some guy who didn't even deserve it, some guy who didn't appreciate you. It wasn't fair.

"Hey, you okay?" A familiar voice sounded through your revelations.

You looked up and met green eyes framed with circular glasses.

"Yeah. I was just thinking." You mumbled, the bitter taste was stuck on your tongue, you wanted rid of it.

"Mind if I sit and think with you?" Harry asked, he was nervously scratching the back of his neck, smiling warmly at you.

You offered him a smile, welcoming his genuineness. "Go ahead."

He sat there with you for hours. Surrounded by the sound of wind. It was nice and comfortable. The bitter feeling leaving you completely. You were content now, even if you could still feel the ache in your arms from holding onto Draco for so long.

Weeks had passed. Weeks of no signs of you. The first week Draco hadn't been worried, a little curious, but that was all. The longer it went on though, he became a little more than curious. Not because he cared, cause he didn't, just that if something happened to you, it would be his fault. His rejection was the reason you ran off like a fool to who knows where.

Which is the only reason he went looking for you. He already got a lot of shit from the others, he didn't need more problems stacking up.

He checked all of your favorite places. Starting with that tree down by the black lake that you enjoyed to lean on and watch the sun go down, the sunset wasn't near so he should've known you would not have been there.

He then went to the gardens, there was a bench there that was next to a small pond. It was filled with odd creatures and was home to your favorite flowers, lotus's. You weren't there either.

Lastly, he went to a certain abandoned hall. You had to be there. You went there to be alone with your thoughts, you had taken him with you there a few times. There was a big window there with a thick ledge, streams of sunlight beamed through and tiny rainbows would reflect on the opposite wall due to the cracks on said window.

He heard you before he saw you. A soft laugh reverberating through the empty hall, a laugh he had always found annoying. Hearing it now though, just made him want to get closer to you.

So he did, walking with light footsteps. He froze, you were not alone. Sitting there in the space he once accompanied, was Harry fucking Potter. What kind of sick joke was this?

Why were you sitting with him? And does that mean you just laughed at something he said?

Your laugh sounded through again, once piercing now melodic. It was a bitter feeling, Potter shouldn't have the honor of dragging that sound out of you, he shouldn't even witness it.

Draco left the hall before either of you saw him, he needed to get himself in check.

More weeks passed. Weeks of you hanging out with Potter. You were doing things with him that you had done with Draco.

It was on purpose, you had to be doing it on purpose. You were simply trying to make him jealous and it was annoyingly working.

But how could you be doing that when you didn't even look back to see a reaction.

Draco didn't know what to think. He didn't even know what to feel, or more like let himself feel. Something had changed in the weeks you were away from him.

A revelation of sorts. He missed you. Missed what you would do for him. He regretted what he said and what he never had the chance to say. Because maybe deep down those feelings had been returned, but he was just too stubborn to show.

And now he's seeing you realizing that you deserve more than blurred lines and assumptions. And he's realizing maybe Potter is that more that you deserve.

Draco doesn't like that one bit, he can't even stomach the thought. So he promises to himself that he will do everything in his power to win you back. Even if that means saying that he was sorry and admitting that he was in the wrong, something he's never had to do before.

But if that makes you his again and gets you away from Potter, then its worth it.

Part 2

Love Lost (D.M. x Reader)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Universe: No Voldy but still pain in this story.

Genre: Angst! And more Angst!

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: The reader feels like she’s losing Draco to Astoria. Does he still love her? Will he fix it?

Warning: Some bad words? Not too many.

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I was in a mood for angst today lol. After having writers block for so long I finally came up with this. Hopefully I can finish my wips, ships and requests soon! Let me know if you want a part 2

You usually didn’t have a problem with any of Draco’s friends. Sure, some of them could be real idiots but for the most part they were nice to you. But you had recently ran into a problem, and her name was Astoria Greengrass. She was Daphne’s little sister who painfully obviously had a crush on your boyfriend. You hated seeming like an over jealous girlfriend, so you didn’t know how to truly react to this.

He had begun to spend more time with her after she had practically begged him for help in potions. She had come up to him in the common room when you were studying and pleaded with him for help. Her eyes seemed to sparkle when he finally agreed.

He seemed reluctant at first but ultimately agreed. He had said to you, “I’m only helping her so that she doesn’t tell her parents I refused. Last thing I need is my parents' comments.”

It had started innocent, he would help her twice a week in the library. As the weeks progressed, they were hanging out more and more often. He would finish quidditch practice and then meet her in the common room. Telling you that he would see you later but later never came.

He had even forgotten one of your dates. He apologized profusely and promised to make it up to you. He didn’t, he forgot too.

One date became two and then you lost count. You were tired of being disappointed.

You had walked into the common room after spending the evening studying with Pansy. All your friends had gotten together to study for an upcoming potions exam. All except Draco who didn’t show up. After walking in, that’s when you saw the two of them sitting in a corner table of the common room. You felt your stomach drop. Your mouth began to dry up and it felt sticky. You didn’t know how to react.

“What an arse”, Pansy mumbled to you. She reached for your hand to give it as squeeze. Letting you know she’s there for you. She had heard you complain all the time, she knew the pain you felt. And she was over seeing you getting walked over.

“Oh looks who’s here (y/n)! We finally found him!” Pansy exclaimed dramatically. This caused the two of them to break from their world and turn to the two of you.

“What do you mean Parkinson?” Draco asked, breaking the silence in the room. The air felt stifling. Astoria only looked up at you and Pansy, not making a comment.

“We were all meant to study together.” Pansy answered bluntly. “Did you forget that too Malfoy?”

“What the bloody hell do you mean?”

“You seem to forget everything as of late” You got the courage to speak up suddenly, beating Pansy. You glanced over at her as she gave you an encouraging look.“ I mean you always seem to forget our dates.”

The lump in your throat grew more and more by the second.

“Babe I-”

“I’m getting quite tired. It’s been a long steady session. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” You interrupted him, stopping him before he spoke. You had enough of this and the last thing you needed was for them to see you cry.

You let go of Pansy's hand and adjusted the strap of your bag. You made your way towards your dorm, trying to get out of there as fast as possible.

You walked into your dorm, slamming it shut. You threw your book bag across the room. Letting out some of the anger you felt. You grabbed a pillow from your bed and threw it at the door. You threw yourself onto your bed, frustrated beyond belief. The door opened and revealed the last person you wanted to see.

“What are we exactly”, you asked bluntly as he walked into your dorm. Draco looked at you confused as he looked towards you.

“What do you even mean?”

“I mean I don’t feel like your girlfriend anymore.” You rolled your eyes at his lack of comprehension. “You barely want to be around me it seems. I haven’t seen you in days Draco but you know who has? Astoria.”

“Don’t be bloody ridiculous (y/n). She’s my friend and nothing more. You’re overreacting.” It was his turn to roll his eyes at you.

You stood up suddenly and went to stand face to face with you. “Really? A friend is someone who’s super touchy with you? Someone who openly flirts with you?”

“She’s my friend! You’re just jealous!” His face was becoming redder with anger.

“You’re so draft Draco!” You threw your hands up in anger. Your voice rising slightly in pitch as you kept on getting angrier. “Everyone can see it! Hell, even Crabbe asked me if I was even still your girlfriend. You know how bloody obvious it has to be for that git to see it?”

“You know you wouldn’t like it if it was another guy treating me the way Astoria is with you.”

“She doesn’t like me!” He yelled, frustrated at the situation and at himself. Because it was finally dawning on him what a horrible boyfriend he had been these past few weeks. “And it doesn’t matter if she did because I don’t like her! Please understand that (y/n)!”

“Yes it does! Because you don’t set any boundaries and let her do whatever. You let her think you’re interested. And not one time do you stop & think about me.”

“You have forgotten our dates! You literally left me all alone waiting for you in the astronomy tower because you never showed.” You continued your rant and Draco stayed silent at your outburst. He stared at you with wide eyes and shock. He had never seen you like this.

“Did you know I’m not doing the best on potions anymore? I’m struggling and you don’t seem to care Draco. But sure, as long as Astoria is passing it’s okay I guess.” You were crying at this point as you continued you’re rant. Tears freely flowing from your cheeks. You hated crying, you hated seeming weak.

Draco attempted to wipe the tears from your cheeks but you moved away. Not wanting him to touch you right now. You let out a deep breath, voice quivering. “I don’t know how much more I can handle. My heart can’t take much more.”

“What do you mean darling? I love you. Please (y/n), I love you so much. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“I think you’re a little too late for that.”

“Please. Please think about this. I’m so sorry.” He was now starting to cry himself, something that was rare for him. He didn’t just cry for anyone. But his tears didn’t take away the hurt he had caused.

“You’ve broken my trust. You’ve hurt me. It’s going to take more than saying I’m sorry to let this all go.”

“I’ll do anything love.”

“You have to see where your heart lies. If you do actually love me, you’ll have to gain my trust back Draco.”

“Babe…” he grabbed your cheeks titling your head to look at him in the eyes. Both your eyes shining from the tears. “I’ll do that and so much more.”

“For the sake of our relationship, I hope you mean it. But I think I need some time to myself tonight and maybe tomorrow too.” You grabbed his hands, taking them away from your face. You gave them a slight squeeze before letting them go. Hoping that this wouldn’t be the last time you held them.

He left without saying another word. As you watched him walk out of your dorm, you dropped to the floor. Letting all the emotions of the past weeks flowing out. All the hurt, all the sadness and all the angry flowing down your cheeks.

Thoughts? Part 2??

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e t h e r e a l (ron weasley x poc!reader)

ethereal (adj.) extremely delicate light, not of this world Pronouns: She/her

Request: Hiiiii! Can I request a Ron weasley x sweet smart reader (if you do POC can she be black?) and she’s a slytherin and friends with a lot of people and has a huge crush on Ron and she’s pretty sarcastic when she needs to be and hermoine is jealous of her because Ron really likes reader and she’s really pretty and smart and Ron plans on confessing to her but hermoine confronts reader trying to tell her she’s not good enough for Ron but reader is headstrong and doesn’t care cuz she loves ron to much and Hermoine and Ron get into an argument about it with her telling him she loves him but he doesn’t feel the same way and asks reader out later she says yes and hermoine is heartbroken(I’m sorry that’s so long I get pretty detailed😭)

A/n: Ahhhh! My first request!! Thank you so much for requesting this darling! Set in third year, the reader is a Slytherin. I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted, I struggled with her being sweet. I had to make it a little angsty, sorry about that! 2.3k words of solid chaos, please enjoy!

Warnings: Bullying? Light swearing? Angst, then a bit of *fluff*, one f-bomb.

Summary: The reader is a POC Slytherin, who is in love with her friend, Ron Weasley. After an awful day, and a run in with his obsessed best friend, can she win the love she desires? (I’m so bad at summaries I’m sorry)

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ Y/n’s POV “What on Earth are you looking at, L/n?” A voice says to my left. A voice that belonged to Draco Malfoy. I snap out of my lovesick gaze and clear my throat, trying desperately not to blush. I had been staring at my longtime crush and friend, Ron Weasley, for the past five minutes. I thought I was being subtle, not that that matters anyway. Ron barely acknowledges my presence and Malfoy notices everything.  I would have been more scared if it were Granger who had caught me. Merlin knows she hates me for no reason at all, other than the fact that, you know, my robes are green instead of red. Oh, and she knows I like Ron. Bloody brilliant. Her catching my heart eyes would send me flying straight off the Astronomy Tower. She would be the one pushing me. It’s not that Hermione is a bad person, per say. It’s just, she’s a little... Possessive when it comes to her friends. Ron, specifically. She hates Slytherins with a passion solely because of Malfoy and his bag of rats, which is understandable. I just don’t understand why we’re hated for being cunning and ambitious, not all of us are dabbling in the dark arts! Malfoy pinched my dark skin, “I asked you a question, blood traitor.” Of course, because I’m friend with Muggleborns and Half-bloods, that automatically makes a traitor. Almost as bad as actually being a Muggleborn. Recoiling slightly, I lie. “I wasn’t looking at anything, Malfoy. I was merely thinking about the Potions essay that’s due on Wednesday.” On the outside, I may have looked annoyed, which I kind of was. But on the inside, I was trembling like a terrified doe. Merlin, why couldn’t he mind his own business? Playing with a strand of my dark hair, I sighed in exasperation. Malfoy snorts from beside me, “That’s a lie and you know it. Everyone knows you could rival that Mudblood Granger with how smart you are.” He spits out Hermione’s name as if it’s poison. I blush at the compliment (at least, I think it was a compliment) and look down and my hands. My green nail-polish contrasted nicely against my chocolate skin and Slytherin robes.  Inhaling sharply, I take a leap of faith and glance over at the Gryffindor table, only to find the man of the hour already looking in my direction with anger and hurt written all over his face. He then looked to my left, where the blonde ferret was sitting, and his hurt turned to fury. If looks could kill, Malfoy would be cremated in a second, just from the look Ron was giving him. My heart jumped to my throat, and I could feel my pulse everywhere. Why is he giving him that look? Why is he angry with me? What did I do?  Draco noticed my attention was no longer fully on him, and followed my eyes to the redhead. A look of realization crosses his face, and suddenly, he’s cackling. “Him? L/n, are you mentally deficient? He’s a Weasley! A blood traitor! He’s friends with Potter!” His words have a sense of venom to them, even if he’s laughing. I glared at him with cold eyes, “Listen, love, I have no reason to dislike Potter, unlike you. I also have no reason to dislike Ron, in fact I quite enjoy his presence. So, if you would please drop the matter and go on with your life, I would be thankful.” Malfoy’s face morphed into one of anger and disbelief. Sure, we may be friends, but I don’t deal with his crap just because he’s rich and a Malfoy. Luckily, or unluckily, Pansy Parkinson saved me from his wrath. “Yeah, okay Y/n, you’ve been in love with him since first year, everyone can see it!” She snorts, and the entire Slytherin table erupts into giggles. “That is, everyone but the Weasel,” She adds on. My face is as red as Ron’s hair and I feel my eyes tear up. Was it true? Did everyone know? I look around the room for a second, only to see Hermione glaring at me with a raised brow. I look away quickly. Malfoy is practically wheezing from how hard he’s laughing, “Honestly, Y/n, do you really think you have a chance with him? He and Granger practically eloped the day we got here! You would be crazy to think you actually stood-” He stops talking when I stand up, tears streaming down my face. “You can burn in hell, all of you.” I whisper, my voice breaking. Everyone suddenly has a look of guilt on their faces, and I look at Ron one last time. I can tell he’s concerned, but I don’t need him. “Wait, Y/n, it was just a joke!” “Merlin, she’s so dramatic.” “Y/n, where are you going? We were just kidding!” I hear yells and shouts from the Slytherin table as I sprint out of the Great Hall. But what really got to me, was the one thing I heard from the dreaded Gryffindor table. “Look at her, pathetic isn’t she? She can’t even take a joke! Ronald wher-” Bloody Granger. Bloody Malfoy. I turn the corner and slump against the wall, sliding onto the ground with my legs straight out in front of me. I struggle to breathe, the sobs are coming out too harshly. I was a liked person in my year, with plenty of friends. At this moment, though, it seemed as if everyone hated me. I tried to muffle the sound of my cries with my hand, but to no avail.  “Y/n! Are you alright?” I eyes dash to the sound of the familiar voice, and quickly wipe my eyes when I see Ron running towards me. “Y-Yeah...” I mutter, “I’m fine.” My lungs hurt from holding back my cries, my lips quivering from the familiar sting in my throat. Ron sat down beside me, my eyes meeting everything but his own. “You’ve always been a bad liar,” he chuckles slightly. I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks. “Have not,” I mumble. As much as I craved his presence, I was not in the mood for games. I looked down at my hands, something that was quickly becoming a nervous habit. Luckily he must have sensed that I didn’t want to talk about what just happened, and stayed silent for what seemed like eternity. Ron examined me for a moment, he was nervous, just like me. I didn’t know what he had to be nervous about, it wasn’t like he liked me as anything more than a friend... “Y/n...” He whispered, I hummed in acknowledgment, looking at him. “I-I just want to say,” He stuttered, “I don’t care that you’re a Slytherin. I know that may seem impossible because I’m a Weasley, and a Gryffindor, but...” He trailed off and took a deep breath, “ I-I care about you...” My head shot up so fast, I’m surprised I didn’t get whiplash. My heart was thumping against my ribcage harder than ever, and my stomach felt weak. “R-Ron?” I whispered, not wanting to believe my ears or what my brain was trying to desperately to tell me. He likes you, you idiot! Why can’t you see it?  He bit his lip and closed his eyes, something I would have found absolutely adorable if I wasn’t about to faint. “Y/n, I-” “Ronald!” Yelled a high pitched voice. My heart (and spirits) dropped and I sighed. Here we go. “Where have you been? We’re going to be late!” Hermione yelled. “Coming, ‘Mione,” Ron called after her. He looked at me apologetically, though he also looked... pained? “Ronald! Stop talking to the snake and hurry up!” She shouted again, and my rage levels increased drastically with those few words. Ron squeezed my hand to try and calm me, or to stop me from pulling out his best friend’s hair. “Bloody hell, woman! I’m coming!” He turned to me, “Bye, Y/n, see you later.” With a small wave, he was off. It was later that night, I was walking back to the dungeons after hours in the library, writing my Potions essay. Humming a tune I don’t remember the name off, I was slightly spaced out as I strolled along the familiar corridors. What wasn’t familiar, though, was the wand at my neck. Hermione-fucking-Granger was standing right in front of me in all her brilliant glory. Her perfect defensive stance with her wand right in my face. “Hello, Hermione,” I say, trying to stay calm. She scoffs, a disgusted look painted on her face. “Don’t ‘hello, Hermione,’ me L/n,” She practically spits. I shrug, and try to move around her. “Okay, then goodnight, Granger.”  She still blocks my path. “What’s going on with you and Ron?” There is an edge to her voice that tells me there are no right answers. I am genuinely confused and befuddled, “Nothing is going on between Ron and I?” I state, though it sounds more like a question. What on Earth made her think that someone was going on between Ron and I? I mean... I wouldn’t complain if something was going on, but alas; absolutely nothing. I suppose that answer only made her angrier; “That’s bullshit.” “Is it?” I question, trying to push her buttons. She scoffs again and pushes her wand closer to my face, “Ron is mine. Not yours, mine. Stay away from him, or you’ll regret it.” I was raging at this point, but I couldn’t say anything... harsh to her, because Merlin forbid anything happen to the Brightest Witch of our year. So, instead of potentially harming my crushes obsessed best friend, I settled with, “Yeah, okay, whatever Hermione. Can I leave now?” Seemingly satisfied with my answer, she steps aside and watches as I walk away. “I’ll be watching you, L/n,” She says, trying to threaten me. I just snort. “I’m counting on it, Granger,” I call back and pranced away. Internally I was screaming, what would she do to me? Why is she so obsessed with him? Is she so jealous that she feels the need to threaten any girl that even comes close to her precious Ronald? Yes, she is.  The next few days, I avoided Ron like the plague. He knew I was avoiding him, too. Anytime he was within fifteen feet of me, I turned around and practically ran the opposite direction. It didn’t help that Granger had such a smug smirk on her face whenever I saw her. All I wanted to do was shove my middle finger in her face and call it a wand.  It was getting increasingly difficult to ignore Ron, and I didn’t know how much longer I could keep up with it. The longing stares when no one was watching, to the daydreams of what we could be during class- I couldn’t stay away. One night, I was- once again- walking back to the Slytherin common after hours in the library. Only, it wasn’t a wand in my face that made me pause. No, it was the distinct sound of arguing around the corner. Curious, I tip-toed towards the noise, trying to be as quiet as possible. Which was hard because of the echoing halls of Hogwarts, but somehow I wasn’t caught. “Why would you do that, Hermione?!” A very familiar voice yelled. “Because, Ronald, she’s a Slytherin!” Hermione yelled back. “That cannot be the only reason! She’s the nicest Slytherin there is! You don’t own me, ‘Mione! You have no right to decide things like that!” Ron was fuming, I could tell just by the sound of his voice. Somehow, I knew they were talking about me. I was the only Slytherin Ron could tolerate. “Fine, you want to know the reason? I love you, Ron! She was getting in the way!” Merlin, I really should stop listening before I start crying. “Getting in the way of what?!” “Us!” “There is no ‘us,’ Hermione! I don’t love you, I love Y/n! And you deliberately sought her out... And threatened her?! Bloody hell, you’re completely mental!” Ron was practically screaming at this point, he was so mad. I was completely shocked, he loved me? He loved me?! Am I dreaming? Apparently my gasp was louder than I thought, because both Ron and Hermione turned in my direction. Well, shit, I can’t run now. “You love me...?” I whisper. My mind couldn’t wrap itself around that fact. My tummy was swarmed with butterflies, my feet tingled and my hands were completely numb. I couldn’t believe it. Ron just stared at me, mouth opening and closing like a fish. “I-... I... Urm... Y-eah.. I do,” I could have laughed at his attempt to speak, but I was completely dumbfounded. Not trusting my voice, I raced over to him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him into a kiss. This kiss... it was something ethereal. It was slow and passionate, but full of love and desire. There was nothing else like it. Our mouths moved in sync for what seemed like forever. I didn’t want it to end. His hands traveled from my waist to my face, cupping my cheeks gently as he towered over me. Alas; all good things must come to an end. Unfortunately we have lungs that feel the need to burn when you don’t breathe. Pulling apart slowly, I smile at him, genuinely smile. His cheeks are almost as red as his robes, and his hair ruffled from my hands running through it. “I take it you love me too?” He asks, smiling just as wide as I am. I nod, and giggles flow out of my mouth from how happy I am. He looks like he’s in a daze, “Bloody hell, Y/n, you’re brilliant.”  “Y/n L/n, will you be my girlfriend?” He doesn’t leave my embrace as he asks this. I gasp, “Yes! Merlin, yes!” Jumping into his arms at lightning speed. A quiet cry is heard from the right of us, and we look over to see Hermione, a hand over her mouth and tear stains on her cheeks. Ron shrugs, “Sorry, ‘Mione!”

To Be So Lonely [Draco Malfoy] 5

Rating: PG-13 Pairings: Draco Malfoy/OC Chapter warnings: Bullying!

Raised as an orphan, Nel Saintday, endured years of torture from the Slytherin House. The Dark Lord only allowed her existence for her to serve a very specific vile purpose for him. Her birthright dictates for her to choose a side in the Wizarding War… But what would happen if she dares defy the Dark Lord and his wishes? And what happens when she falls for her tormentor? Will Nel fulfill her life’s purpose? And what side will her tormentor, Draco Malfoy, choose? The light that calls to him or the darkness…

CHAPTER MASTERLIST MY MASTERLIST

There had to be a mistake.

After a terribly long and very confusing day of classes which included getting lost a handful of times in the castle and landing herself detention. Nel stood outside the office of the Head of her House after a long day of classes.

She still remembered what she had said to Professor McGonagall, the Headmistress, the night before.

"T-There has to be a mistake," she said looking horrified as she addressed the professor.

"The hat does not make mistakes Ms. Saintday," she answered curtly.

She knocked on the heavy door waiting for the professor to invite her in.

"Come in."

Snape's office was exactly what you would expect the one of a Potion's Master to be. It had a particular order in which dozens of vials, boxes, and jaws containing ingredients and other substances were scattered all over the room. On his desk was a stack of scrolls that Nel could only assumed to be student essays. He had been the only professor to assign a ten-inch parchment on the first day of school. He had also assigned her detention for not being able to answer one of the questions he shot at her during his lecture. Something that amused her peers to no end.

"Professor McGonagall has expressed to me that you have some concerns about having been sorted into my house," he said bringing both of his elbows to rest on his desk, he pressed his knotted hands against his lips looking down at the girl before him with his black eyes. "Why is that?"

He looked angry.

"You see sir," She began feeling a little small under his gaze. "I'm very brave. The hat must've made a mistake," She looked down at her green tie and robes. "I just think I'd be a better fit in another house. Maybe I'd be a better Gryffindor? I almost feel as if the Sorting Hat didn't even take my opinion into consideration."

Not to mention all of her pureblood house mates had begun tormenting her due to her blood status, or lack of one.

"You don't look very brave right now," Snape said cooly. Making her self-consciously squirm under his gaze. "Recklessness, ignorance and presumptuousness? Are these traits that you wish to associate yourself with Ms. Saintday? He spat.

"No Sir," She responded tilting her chin down feeling ashamed. "Lift your head foolish girl," the professor spoke harshly. He seemed to have been taken this personally. Hesitantly she lifted it, standing a little taller as to not to seem weak. "I will not have you floundering in someone's chair when confronted Ms. Saintday. Being in this House- being in Slytherin is an honor that should be worn like a badge of pride. This is a privilege that few get in their lives. Tell me Ms. Saintday, what are the traits of a Slytherin?"

"Ambition, cunning and resourcefulness, sir," she responded looking at him in the eye attempting to seem  tougher than she really was.

"Good, now tell me, where you not cunning and resourceful when playing that childish trick on Ms. Parkinson and the others in the train? You must've gone out of your way to ensure that your plan worked out to your convenience. Correct?"

Her eyes went wide. She was expecting Snape to scold her or to take away House Points, but he did neither. Knowing her chamber mate, Parkinson had probably come to snitch on her already.  

"And if I recall correctly you were arrogantly boasting about becoming the 'best witch in your class' back in Diagon Alley. A trait which can be most likely interpreted to be ambition."

Elowen sat in silence. There was no use in arguing with Snape. His arguments were valid. He might've been biased in his opinion regarding Gryffindor House but that was to be expected.

"Now, get out of my office and stop wasting my time with such foolish concerns. I expect a ten-inch parchment on the History of Slytherin House for your detention, and don't let me find you with your head lowered for anyone Ms. Saintday, understood?" Snape said coldly.

She groaned at the mentioning of writing yet another essay. Despite the professor’s icy tone. Showing no weakness and being tough seemed to come with the package that came with being a Slytherin.

Without another word he dismissed her.

Xxxxx

Elowen returned to the Slytherin Common room with her head hung low. The worst part of it all was that she had no way of contacting Lucy. Sure, she could've tried to send an owl to her but communication between Muggles and Wizards like that was prohibited. Not to mention the fact that there were no functional telephones in Hogwarts.

"Cottonmouth," she sighed the password to the portrait and walked through it. A scattered amount of Slytherin were in the common room either hanging out or working on their homework together. The common room was like a snake pit, underground, underwater, with dark leather, wood and fabrics of all sorts of emerald hues. The most comforting part about it were the dim green lights that illuminated the room. The little light that came in through the dark windows reflected the shadows of mysterious water creatures that inhabited the lake.

"Back so suddenly?" Pansy Parkinson turned to shoot her a nasty look. "I'd figure Professor Snape would've dealt with you the proper way."

The girls around her sniggered at her comment. Potions class had been really embarrassing today. Snape had bombarded her with questions she did not know the answer to. He really hadn't been kidding when he had said he had given her some extracurricular material for her to read.

During potions class Draco Malfoy and his friends had been making means jokes at her.  When Nel snapped back, she interrupted Snape's lesson which had her landed in detention with him. Sometimes she couldn't help but feel like the Potions Master was purposely picking on her.

Pansy Parkinson was that girl with the short black hair that Nel had tricked into drinking toad tea back in the train. She quickly learned that she was a snotty, pureblood fanatic and thought she was better than everybody because her father imported and exported wand making supplies from England to other parts of Europe and Asia. It was also very obvious that she had some type of infatuation with Malfoy. She wasted no time in bombarding Nel with questions over dinner constantly stating the fact that she was brought up in a muggle orphanage and didn't have a single galleon to her name.

Nel stopped next to the black sofa arm were Parkinson was sitting and without even giving her a second glance stretched out an arm and roughly pushed her to the floor.

"Hey!" She protested from the carpeted floor. Nel didn’t even see when Pansy's wand shot out a green flash of light at her back.

"Slugulus Eructo!" She hexed.

Nel felt… funny. Sick was probably a better word for it. Her skin took a sallow complexion and her hands reached to her upset stomach.

The Slytherins leaned in eyed peeled waiting for the spell to take effect.

The girl reeled backwards slightly. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Instead she gave a loud belch and a nasty green slug dripped out of her mouth and to the carpeted floor.

The common room was a laughing riot as she horribly gagged on the slime. Eyes growing watery from the horrible feeling.

Pansy was laughing so hard she was also clutching her stomach. The others followed in suit also cackling madly.

She raised her wand her only weapon and casted the only spell she knew, the one she had learned today. Lumos, but nothing happened. This only made them howl louder. Furious, sick, and completely mortified with her eyes watering she considered running out of the room. But she didn't. Pansy didn't see it coming. Before she knew it she was pinned to the ground with Nel's weight on top of her. She glued to her hands to her sides. The orphan smiled wickedly as she looked down at Pansy with vile intent.

She had brought this on herself.

"No! No! No!" Pansy cried out pleading, turning her head as far away from her as possible. Malfoy and Blaise Zabini were on the edge of their seats watching from a nearby chess game. Even Theodore Nott had lowered his book and was staring at the scene in disbelief. Other girls in the room looked disgustedly horrified. Daphne Greengrass looked like she was about to faint.

Nel smirked, she could feel a big slimy one coming. She belched several slugs on Pansy. The girl squirmed and shrieked at the slugs that landed on her. Pansy cried as a string of slimy saliva dripped on her. Elowen cackling maliciously before she felt an arm wrap around her neck in a chokehold and attempt to pull her off the girl.

Bullstrode. Millicent Bullstrode was a large girl who as far as Nel knew, her only positive quality was that she had a cute cat named Hokey. She didn't say or do much, being more of a quiet follower she tailed after Parkinson.

Pansy continued screaming as Nel barfed as many slugs as she could on her, covering her in slime and slugs from head to toe.  Millicent pulled with all of her strength until a booming voice interrupted.

"What is the meaning of this?!" One of the Slytherin prefects rushed into the room. She looked angrier than grossed out by the disgusting scene. With a flick of her wand all three girls pulled apart from each other.

The prefect wasn't patient in demanding an explanation. "You two, Snape's office with me now!" She pointed at Bullstrode and Parkinson. "And you…" Her eyes narrowed at the sick girl. "To Madame Pomfrey, now."

Nel vomited a slug and painfully moaned in disgust. Blaise and Draco were still laughing loudly at the scene.

"Malfoy you seem to be enjoying yourself. Escort Saintday to the infirmary," she barked. Her expression absolutely livid. Draco's mocking face immediately dropped. Blaise laughed at his friend and slapped his arm. "Pipe down Zabini unless you want to accompany Malfoy and Saintday for a walk down slug avenue."

The sick girl would've been lying if she said she didn't need Malfoy to ger to the Hospital Wing. Besides Malfoy's protesting and groaning the two made way to the West Lower Floor. Nel stopping to throw up her guts every couple of steps. Her complexion chalky, eyes watery. She made a mental note never to consume jello ever again in her life.

From her peripheral vision she saw Malfoy edging closer to her.

"Stay away from me," she raised a hand to keep him at a distance and glared at him. If he got any closer, she wouldn’t' have a problem projectile vomiting a slug in his direction.

"Hn," He leaned against the wall crossing his arms over his chest. "Suits you. That's what you deserve for making us drink that disgusting tea. Slugbreath."

That's it.

True to her word she turned and vomited a slug which landed on his emerald green jumper. "Ugh! Yuck!" He grimaced flicking it off his person.

She smirked in his direction. "Strange how I'm starting to feel better." She brushed past him.

Draco looked at her in disbelief. How was it possible to dislike someone so much in a day?

"Disgusting!" He exclaimed in a whiny breath.

"I know," she shot back with an unladylike groan as a slug nastily rolled down her chin.

"I don't mean the slugs," he wrinkled his nose. "I mean you," he shot back upset.

She turned to him angrily and grabbed his arms tightly pulling him close getting ready to aim a fat one straight at his face. "Get your filthy Mudblood hands off me!" "Stop calling me that!"  She said angrily still not knowing the severity of the slur he used against her.

A loud gasp made them both snap their heads away from each other’s fronts. They both turned to see a very horrified Madame Pomfrey looking at the two. "Mr. Malfoy! Ms. Saintday! What is the meaning on this?" She scolded. It seemed like she hadn't heard their conversation.

"I was asked to escort Saintday here," Draco pushed Nel's hands from his body. "And now I'm done," he scowled in her direction before stalking off to return to the Slytherin Common Room. She seethed glaring at his retreating back.

"Slugs! And on the first day…" Pomfrey sighed irritate. "Come along dear," She said placing a hand on the girl's shoulder keeping a stoic expression as she puked a couple of slugs out. "On the first day… And I don't even have any Treacle fudge for you."

Pomfrey had a terrible feeling it wouldn't be the first or last time that she found Elowen Saintday on one of her hospital beds. The Matron made the ill girl sit on a bed and gave her a basinet and some bubbly lime beverage to keep the nausea away. She said the hex should pass in a couple of  hours and advised Nel to spend the night in the room in case she still felt sick. Sometime later the Matron retreated to her private chamber leaving Nel alone in the spacious room.

She had been holding it together so well but being alone in the austere room. At night. Having no way to contact Lucy or anyone to talk to… Nel hugged the wooden basinet close to her torso more for comfort as she spat another slug out. Tears she had been holding all day slipped down her face from the nausea and mostly from the humiliation of having been spitting slugs out before her housemates. Not only that but her embarrassing faint attempt to strike Parkinson with a pathetic Lumos…

She sniffled, crying, and hiccupping through nasal breaths.

Laughter could be heard from the corridor approaching the entrance of the Hospital Ward. She gasped lightly and furiously wiped away her tears.

The door opened and she saw two figures shushing each other entering the hospital ward. The figures stepped in and they initially did not notice the girl that was sitting on the bed. They basically tiptoed in and began raiding Madame Pomfrey's cabinet taking few things, just enough so that she would not notice.

"Looks like she's out of Treacle fudge," one said to the other.

Weak sniffling filled the dark room and the two boys turned back to look at a pair of dark eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness. They saw a first year Slytherin girl weakly sniffling and hugging what looked like a bucket close to her chest.

The Gryffindors looked at each other for a moment before approaching the edge of the bed.

"I didn't know Slytherins could cry," one of them spoke with particular jest. "I didn't know Slytherins had tear ducts at all." The other added.

"I-I'm not crying!" She said defensively feeling her face burning from the embarrassment before a nasty slug made its way out of her throat in a nasty belch. This was mortifying and in front of these two boys…

She looked down avoiding their prying gazes.

"Eat slugs," The one said clicking his tongue, stating the hex she was under. "Rather nasty one," the other spoke.

Looking at them, recognizing the fiery red hair she realized they looked awfully familiar. Of course! She'd seen them at King's Cross with Ron and his family. They were probably his older brothers.

"I take it those gits at Slytherin haven't been very welcoming, have they?"

She shook her head slightly, eyes still lowered in shame.

"I deserve it," she spat some slime into the bucket. "I did make them drink that toad tea."

She wasn't expecting them to react so excitedly to that statement. "That was you!" One exclaimed before laughing loudly. "You're the girl Ron told us about!" the other added. "That was bloody brilliant!" They laughed.

"Tell you what," one of the redheads said. "Everybody knows House Slytherin is filled with pompous gits, but anybody that makes Malfoy croak outta be decent." She arched an eyebrow at this. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking George?" One looked at the other with a mischievous look. "Read my mind Fred," The other said with a peculiar glint in his eye. The twins split and both took a side next to the girl. She looked back and forth between them confused.  

"Your wand?" One said. She couldn't tell which one of them was Fred and which one was George. Diving into her pocket she pulled out her wand.

"Alright, we're going to teach you a very illegal spell." One whispered wickedly draping an arm over her shoulders as if he had known her his entire life. The other did the same. "Use it wisely. Can't let those gits have the upper hand. Can we?"

"Here's a word of warning, it only works on fatheads," one of the twins sniggered.

"By the way I'm George," one said pointing a thumb at himself. "And I'm Fred," the other introduced himself. "Just kidding!" They suddenly said in unison before she could introduce herself. And they once again introduced themselves by the others name before laughing at her confused expression.

"Call me Nel."

⁂ You Took It Too Far (Draco Malfoy)

Genre: Angst, Romance ☁

Word Count: 2,428 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Draco ☁

World: Harry Potter ☁

Song: “Which to Bury, Us or the Hatchet?” by Relient K ☁

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It seemed that the only memories you could think of were all the bad times that you had with Draco; the arguments and the insults, all the times he had insulted your friends just because of their blood or house. You couldn’t settle on any of the good memories that you shared, those rare times when he acted like an actual human being, laughing and smiling like a normal person. You couldn’t wrap your mind around those because you were too angry at him.

The bad memories were the only ones that came to mind when you thought of Draco. He tried to remind you of those good times that you had shared, but it did little. In truth, you were afraid to remember the good times because you were afraid that you’d end up forgiving him like you always ended up doing. You didn’t want to do that again, not this time.

You were angrier than you had ever been at Draco and you truly did not want to see him until you calmed down. Even despite your anger, you knew that you loved him. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle it if he were to leave. You were so pissed off at him for the stupid things he had done, but you didn’t want to lose him all the same. You knew that your relationship was growing stressed and would soon break, but she didn’t want that and you knew your heart would break if it came to that.

It wasn’t just his looks that had you hooked, it was everything about him. His eyes, the way he talked and walked, the way he dressed, his attitude, everything. You didn’t care how much of an ass he was, you fell in love with who he really was and you wouldn’t be able to stand it if he left. But it would be your fault, wouldn’t it? You’re pushing him away just because you’re angry, but he was so damn stupid!

Draco had tried hard for several years to get your attention and make you see him as more than just a Slytherin asshole. Despite being in the same house and both being Pure-Blood, you were far from friends and you had both worked hard to build the relationship. It was tough, given the fact that you basically loathed each other since the day you first met, but they started to fall for each other and you worked hard to keep your relationship from falling apart.

You argued so many times, always at each other’s throat, but in the end, you always managed to make up. You put so much effort into your relationship and now it would be all for nothing.

“No, I don’t hate you. Don’t wanna fight you.”

“Stop walking away from me!” Draco growled, grabbing onto your arm as you tried to walk away. “I’m trying to talk this out!”

“What’s there to talk out, Draco?” You growled back, ripping your arm free from his grasp and whipping around to glare at him. “You lied to me. You betrayed me! And you expect me to forgive you just like that?”

“You’ve always forgiven me before!”

“That’s because you’ve never been so bloody stupid before! You’re such a – I can’t even – Moron!”

“I had to! I didn’t have any choice!”

“Bullshit! That’s bullshit and you know it! Anything to impress daddy, huh?”

“That’s not – ”

“You know it is, Draco!”

Draco shook his head, looking away from you, his eyes glistening as if he were ready to cry. He hated showing such weakness, especially in front of you, but he couldn’t stop himself. He was incredibly stressed out and the fact that you were fighting only made that stress climb higher. He couldn’t handle much more without breaking down. “Do you hate me?”

You stared into his liquid blue-silver eyes which shined with unshed tears and pain that only he could understand. “Draco,” you sighed, looking away from him. You couldn’t bear to look into those beautiful eyes; you’d end up being the one to cry. “I don’t hate you, Draco. I never could, and I hate fighting with you. I don’t want to fight with you, but… you make it so difficult. How the hell am I supposed to respond to you being a Death Eater? For god’s sake, Draco! You’re serving Voldemort!”

He shook his head before reaching forward and wrapping his arms tight around your shoulders, his face in the crook of your neck as he sobbed. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You sighed again, letting your arms wrap around his shaking form and running a hand through his platinum blonde hair. “Draco, you know that I’m always going to love you…”

“But?” He spoke softly, his breath hitting your neck as his arms tightened. What were you going to say to him? Were you going to abandon him when he needed you the most?

“But, I just don’t like you right now.” He tensed. “I can’t believe you were stupid enough to go along with this. I just… I can’t bear to be around you right now.” As gently as you could, you pushed the boy back and left the Room of Requirement.

You truly did love Draco and you always hated it when you fought, but he had gone too far this time and you couldn’t just bring yourself to forgive him as if he had spoken an insult or something similar. He had become a Death Eater for Merlin’s sake! He cursed Katie Bell, he tried to kill Dumbledore, and he’s working for Voldemort! In all the years of knowing him, he had never done something so horrible, he had never taken anything that far, but this time he crossed the line and you weren’t too sure it could be fixed this time.

You had a decision to make, you knew.

You could stay with Draco as you had promised years ago and help him through this whole ordeal, or you could leave him and save yourself the trouble that was sure to come. After all, this wasn’t just some simple problem that you were dealing with. Your boyfriend of two and a half years, the man that you loved, was helping to get rid of all Muggle-borns and those deemed to be blood traitors.

Could you really stay with him? Could you really ignore what he’s been doing, what he plans to do?

Your instincts were telling you to stay with him, that it’d be worth it in the end, but could you really trust that?

“Hermione?” You called softly as you entered the library, searching for the bushy-haired female.

“Over here!” Hermione called absent-mindedly from her table, nose buried in the book before her. “What’s up?”

You sighed, flopping into the seat in front of her. “Can I ask you for some advice?”

“Of course,” she closed the book and looked up, a smile on her face. “What’s on your mind?”

“If… If you truly love someone, should you stay with them even if they do something bad?”

“Well, I suppose on how sorry he is and what it is he did. In most cases, I’d say yes if you truly love him. Otherwise, you’ll only be hurting yourself leaving him.” She gently rested her hand over yours. It was warm and comforting. “If you really love him, don’t let go.”

You nodded, biting your lip. It couldn’t be considered bad advice because what Hermione said was true, but it was rather blind advice because she didn’t know the situation at all. That was more than enough, though.

Draco had known that you wouldn’t be happy finding out that he was a Death Eater, but he hadn’t realized just how angry you would be. He knew you were trapped on the border between staying and leaving and that killed him inside. He never would have guessed that it would turn out like this and he regretted saying anything to you at all.

Was he really the only one to blame, though? You knew about his family, you knew that his dad was a Death Eater and that the Malfoy family were big supporters of You-Know-Who. You had to have expected this!

“You’re making this out to be all my fault!” He cried out angrily, glaring at you from across the room. “Some of this is still your fault, too! I’m not the only one to blame!”

“My fault?” You whirled around angrily, eyes narrowed at the blonde. “How is it my fault, Draco? Did I give you the dark mark? Did I force you into serving the dark lord? Did I coax you into cursing Katie Bell?”

“No, but you knew, didn’t you? You knew that everyone in my family had been a Death Eater and served the dark lord! You knew! Did you really expect me to be any different?”

“I did!” You cried, fists clenched as you stared at the ground. “I thought you had enough courage to be different, Draco! I thought… I thought you’d stand up against your father and the rest of your family. I thought you were stronger than that!”

“Well, you thought wrong.”

You shook your head, turning around to leave the Room of Requirements but he stepped in front of you to block your path. You pushed at his shoulders roughly, but he wouldn’t budge. He gripped your shoulders, blue eyes burning into your own.

“You knew what you were getting into when we started dating. You knew what it would come to! It’s not my fault that you chose to ignore that!”

“I don’t feel like hearing your half-assed excuses, Draco. Now move!”

“No. I won’t let you walk away from me! Don’t you get it? I don’t have a choice in this!”

“You’ve always had a choice!” You summoned up every ounce of strength and pushed him back, but you didn’t try to run. You just stood there staring at the ground. You had lied and known that, deep down, Draco would have to make such a choice. You really had believed that he’d be big enough to say no and refuse the position of Death Eater.

Draco reached out, trying to take your hand into his own, only to catch air when you pulled away. You didn’t want to feel his skin against your own because you knew it would make you break. You just wanted to be angry.

His hand fell back to his side as he stared at you desperately. Why couldn’t you understand?

“Draco… I think we should separate for a while.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

“Y/N, please! I… I know you love me! You promised that, that no matter what happened, you’d always be by my side. I know you still love me, and you’re only saying that out of anger! Please… I don’t want you to regret saying that.”

“And what makes you think I’ll regret it?” You asked bitterly, turning to glare at him.

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Because I know you, better than you know yourself.”

“Let go of me.” You growled weakly, glaring up at him as he towered over you, pressing your body against the stone wall.

“No,” He growled, breathing angrily through his nose as his grip on your arms tightened. “What the hell were you thinking, confronting a Death Eater like that?”

“What’s it matter to you?” You tried to push him away to no avail, him being stronger than you were. You knew your arms were going to be bruised later on but it wouldn’t be the first time. Often when you got into fights, he’d always try to hold onto you to stop you from leaving, thus giving you several bruises to show for it.

“What’s it matter – Are you bloody serious?” His voice cracking as his anger started to fade. “You could have been killed! Do you have any idea how worried I was? How bad I wanted to protect you?”

“Then why didn’t you?” You whispered.

“Y/N, you know I… I couldn’t!” His heart was aching painfully as he looked down into your eyes, glazed over and watery. He hated this, hated seeing you in pain, hated this messed up relationship. Why couldn’t you have a normal relationship? His grip lessened until it disappeared altogether. “I’m sorry.”

Draco leaned his forehead against your own, hands on either side of your head. “What happened to us? We used to be so happy, only fighting over petty things.”

“And then we’d make up a couple hours later,” you tugged on the bottom of his white button-up shirt, eyes never leaving his own. “Things were simpler before…”

Guilt flashed through his eyes. “It’s all my fault. I’m the reason we…”

“No. You’re not all to blame, Draco.”

“I am!” He cried, slamming his palm against the stone. “You don’t think I’ve heard the rumors? I’m the one to blame for this screwed up relationship! I screwed up everything, and it was so perfect…”

“Idiot,” you placed your hand on his cold cheek, rubbing the spot below his eye gently with your thumb. “There are two people in a relationship. Not one.”

“Why?” He sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks as his hands clenched into fists. “Why didn’t you stop me from becoming a monster? Why didn’t you see what was happening?”

You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him close as your fingers raked through his platinum blonde hair. You had wondered the same thing. Maybe if you hadn’t been so stubborn, you could have admitted it and possibly stopped it from happening. You could have saved him this time. But now? Now all you could do was stay by his side and comfort him.

“I’m sorry for being so stubborn, Draco. Know that I don’t hate you,” you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “And know that I don’t want to fight you,” Another kiss. “And know that I’ll always love you.” You went to pull away but he desperately grabbed onto the sides of your face, deepening the kiss to a passionate and well-deserved degree. Your arms wrapped tight around him, pulling him as close to your body as possible. He didn’t need to hear anymore – he had heard all that he needed to.

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They had never agreed to be exclusive, but that didn’t mean it was okay for Draco to flaunt his other conquests in Harry’s face.

It wasn’t even like Draco could claim he hadn’t realised Harry was there; they’d bumped into each other at the bar soon after arriving and had a brief chat before drifting off to different parts of the club.

Harry had almost managed to forget that Draco was in the club as he drank, and danced, and drank some more, letting the music and the alcohol transport him away from reality. But then he turned around, and through a gap in the crowd he spotted him. Ginny and Luna carried on dancing around him, in a world of their own as Harry stood stock still, staring at Draco.

He was sprawled out on one of the sectionals that lined the edge of the club, all long limbs and easy confidence. One hand held a half-drunk glass of whisky, while the other was clasped tightly around the waist of the man in his lap.

The man’s face was almost completely obscured, buried in Draco’s neck as he kissed up and down the long, pale throat that Harry had spent so many hours kissing in recent months. One of his hands had made its way under Draco’s shirt, the other tangled in Draco’s hair.

The stranger’s face might have been hidden, but Draco’s was clearly visible, and he was looking directly at Harry.

The man began to nibble on Draco’s earlobe, a spot that Harry knew was one of Draco’s secret weaknesses, and yet Draco’s gaze didn’t waver. He simply continued to stare at Harry, a defiant, challenging look in his eyes and a hint of a smirk playing around the corners of his mouth.

Harry didn’t know what Draco was playing at, didn’t understand why Draco was acting like this. Why was he so obviously trying to antagonise Harry by throwing this stranger in his face? Harry could feel himself getting angrier, his jaw clenching and his cheeks heating up as he tried desperately to keep his temper in check, irrational rage sweeping over him at the sight of Draco with another man.

He began to push his way through the crowd, intent on getting to Draco so that he could give him a piece of his mind. Draco maintained eye contact with him the whole time, still smirking as Harry approached, although a brief flicker of doubt crossed his face as Harry got close enough for Draco to make out his expression.

The stranger in Draco’s lap looked up briefly as Harry stopped in front of them, but apparently deemed him unworthy of further attention, as he looked away from Harry and resumed stroking Draco’s hair.

‘Everything alright, Potter?’ Draco said.

‘Why are you doing this?’ Harry spat from between clenched teeth.  

‘Doing what?’ Draco asked lazily, ‘Not jealous are we Potter?’

‘Is that what this is about?’ Harry asked, realisation suddenly dawning. ‘Are you just letting him paw you like that to make me jealous?’

‘No of course not,’ Draco replied, breaking eye contact with Harry for the first time since they’d spotted each other, a sure sign that he wasn’t being completely truthful.

‘You are, you’re trying to make me jealous!’ Harry said, his anger dissipating immediately, being replaced by something that felt suspiciously like joy.

The man in Draco’s lap had obviously got bored of playing with Draco’s hair, and had instead tuned in to the conversation Draco and Harry were having. With a disgruntled look he pulled away from Draco, announced that his job here was done, and disappeared into the mass of bodies on the dance floor.

‘Hang on, did you ask him to be like that with you so that I would get jealous? Did you set this whole thing up?’ Harry asked, as the meaning of the man’s words filtered into his brain.

‘Don’t be ridiculous.’ Draco said, but his face clearly gave away that he had indeed planned it.

‘You know,’ Harry said slowly, ‘I’ve been thinking that maybe this whole keeping it casual, non-exclusive thing isn’t really working anymore.’

Draco didn’t say anything for a moment, and Harry’s stomach filled with nerves, worried that he’d misread the situation.  

In the end, Draco didn’t say anything at all. He simply got up from the sectional, stood in front of Harry, and leaned in and kissed him.

He might not have responded to Harry’s statement with words, but he said everything he needed to with his kiss. Harry poured his feelings into the kiss too, saying all the things he was too scared to say out loud. He told Draco how much he had hated seeing him with another man, how desperately he wanted Draco to be his and his alone, how he couldn’t do casual anymore. As they pulled apart, Harry looked up at Draco, happiness flooding his body as he took in the look on Draco’s face, as he realised that Draco felt the same way.

‘You know, you could have said that you wanted to be with me officially, you didn’t have to come up with some elaborate scheme to make me jealous,’ Harry laughed.

‘Of course I did Potter, I’m a Slytherin, how else would I do it?’ Draco said, trying his best to keep a straight face.

‘Oh Merlin, I’m not sure I’m going to cope with dating a Slytherin.’

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Draco Dormiens

Based on @jonny-versace‘s beautiful harry potter au headcanons. His mind...

“Duro.”

 The ink pot balancing on top of the trunk trembles a little, same as it’s done the last six times. Considering the spell is meant to turn the target object into stone, he doesn’t think he’s making much progress. 

 He tries again. Gets another tremble, with a little bit of green smoke this time. Is that better or worse?

 “See, you’re supposed to lead with your elb–”

 One hard glare is all it takes to shut Matty up. He turns back to the ink pot again, tries not to think about how much more fun spellwork practice used to be when it involved empty classrooms, wandering hands and not a lot of spellwork at all.  

 It’s been two days since Aaron slipped the anonymous tip about the dragons into Robert’s bag, adding a pointed comment about ‘flying out of trouble’. Aaron winces just thinking about the clumsy wording. Though he supposes Robert got the hint, given how often he’s seen him out on the grounds since.

 They’d talked about this, you know. They’d agreed it was stupid. That it wasn’t worth the risk, not when they had this. But he’d gone behind his back and put his name in the Goblet anyway. Typical Robert. Always had to be the big man, always the hero. The Hogwarts Champion. 

 Of course he’d go for a title like that. What was he thinking? What was Aaron thinking? How stupid was he to think Robert Sugden would care how anyone else felt.

 This time, the ink pot topples over to its side, nearly rolling off the edge of the trunk. Aaron sighs, walking over to set it upright again. McGonagall was going to have his skin if he didn’t manage to at least turn it grey by morning. It’s only then he sees the photograph lying below the desk. He thought he’d lost it, but it must’ve fallen through the gap between the wall and the desk. 

 It’s of them, taken during their last visit to Hogsmeade. Robert pressing rough, laughing kisses into his cheek and Aaron trying to get away from the stubble he’d been trying to grow for weeks. Photo Aaron looks back at Real Aaron, content, happy and smug about it. Like he was sure nothing would change this. Like it was Robert and Aaron against the world. Stupid. He pockets the photo before Matty sees it, re-positions the ink, and walks back to where he’d been standing for the past 20 minutes.  

“Do you have to use my trunk though?”

“Shut up.”

He raises his wand again.

 The thing is, it’s been two days, and Robert’s gotten nowhere with his flying. He’s still listing over too much to one side, still too shaky in his take-off, still too slow. And he can’t afford to be slow, can he? Not with a 40 foot, fire-breathing dragon after him. 

They’re only two days away from the first task and Robert might not–

Something, anything could happen and he–

 The pot explodes with a dramatic bang, shards of glass everywhere and dark ink pooling on top of Matty’s trunk, dripping down its sides. 

“Mate! That was new, that! Aw, mum’s gonna kill me.”

 Aaron falls, weak, onto the side of the bed. His wand feels too hot, but he grips it tight in his fingers as he forces himself to breathe through the lightheadedness. He watches Matty sop up the mess he’s caused, but all he can do is breathe. What he definitely isn’t gonna do, is cry.

 He leans forward, elbows on his knees. Pushes the heels of his palms into his eyes as a deterrent. “Fuck.” 

 No. If anything happens to Robert, he’ll kill him himself. He isn’t done being angry, so Robert doesn’t get to die and make him feel bad. If Robert thinks he can make him cry at his funeral, when all he wants to do is hate him still, he’s got another thing coming. The daft git isn’t dying on his watch. Especially not when they’re like this; not talking or laughing or just... not together. 

He grabs the broomstick leaning against the wall and heads to the grounds.

   :::

    The sun has gone down, and the evening is turning out to be frigid cold. Aaron has no doubt Robert is still out in the pitch though, just like he’d been the past two nights. Where does the idiot think catching a cold and being a shit flier will get him? Aaron stomps on through the damp field, sending flecks of mud everywhere. What’s he going to say to him? They haven’t spoken once since their fight after the Goblet spit out Robert’s name as a fourth champion and stopped Aaron’s heart in the process. Since then he’s managed to ignore the pleading looks sent his way in the Great Hall, and then the not so pleading, angrier ones as Aaron continued to evade all of Robert’s attempts to talk to him. 

 Late at night, when he lays in bed and feels himself soften just a little, safe in the privacy of the dark room and snoring dorm mates, he can accept that he misses him, worries what this is doing to him. Robert’s unprecedented appointment had led to alarm, confusion, and bitterness from all three schools involved. The Hufflepuffs, especially, aren’t happy with Robert trying to steal their own Ellis Chapman’s spotlight, seemingly refusing to be mollified by Hogwarts now having twice of a chance at winning the Cup. And he knows Chrissie White has started peddling garish, multi-coloured “Sugden Stinks” badges between lessons, enchanted to change dizzyingly from yellow to purple to red and then back again. To be fair, he doubts the badges are about the Tournament at all. Chrissie doesn’t need any more of a reason to hate Robert than she already does. 

 Aaron finally gets past the stands, half covered in mud just from the walk and makes a mental note to keep an eye out for Mrs Norris—grass that she is—when he gets back to the castle. 

And then he sees them.

 He doesn’t quite understand what exactly it is he’s seeing, until he understands all too well. Robert and Rebecca White, with their faces pulled close together. No, not just close together, they’re kissing. He’s kissing her. 

 Aaron watches them for a beat too long maybe, like he’s forgotten he can look away. It takes a blink of a raindrop landing on his eyelashes to shatter this weird trance he’s in, and he turns back towards the castle without a second glance. He loses himself in the thundering rain, the angry squelch of the Earth under his boots, the jagged edges of his breathing. How is his breathing louder than the rain?

 It’s a good thing they’d been so preoccupied. He doesn’t want to think about Robert’s reaction to Aaron—in his muddy clothes and Debbie’s old broomstick over his shoulder—coming to find Robert but catching him kissing Rebecca White instead.

Would he have pitied him?

 Maybe Robert got tired of waiting on him to come round. He’s sure Rebecca finds the whole Hogwarts champion thing impressive instead of heart-stoppingly terrifying. Aaron laughs at the absurdity of it all, ignoring how wrong it sounds coming out of him. Robert looked like he knew what he was doing back there, anyway. He definitely doesn’t need Aaron’s help.

  :::

   He doesn’t know why he’s even decided to come, but here he is, surrounded by screaming students. The excited thrill in the air, the laughter, the sticky smell of Honeydukes sweets, all of it just makes Aaron want to be sick all over the two Slytherins in front of him. The trumpets eventually go off, signalling the start of the task, and the Durmstrang champion walks out from a nearby tent to meet her dragon.

  :::

   And then, after what feels like too little time, it’s Robert’s turn. Aaron watches him walk into the enclosure that’s been specially built for the task. 

 He’s never thought of Robert as small before, but he looks comically so now, next to the Common Welsh Green on the other side of the enclosure. Aaron squeezes his fists tight in the pockets of his robe, nails digging into the meat of his palm. What’s he planning? Where’s his broom? Robert keeps moving closer to the dragon.

  “Robert.” It slips out of him in a desperate little whisper. What is he doing? He wants to look away, but finds that he can’t. If this is it, then he feels like he owes it to Robert to at least be present.

 Robert’s got about 30 meters between the dragon and himself when he stops, raises his wand up and points directly at the base of her neck.

  :::

  The roar of the crowd is deafening.

 His throat is sore, though he doesn’t remember making a sound. And he knows his hair’s standing on end from all the times he’s run tense fingers through it and pulled. But the first task is over now. Robert’s got the egg and it’s over now. He’s probably got a few scratches from a fall and his hair on his left side’s been singed to hell, but he’s actually gone and stolen an egg from under a dragon’s snout. And not died. 

He’s brilliant. He’s bloody brilliant.

 He’d charmed her into a bewitched sleep and snuck up under her tail, creeping over to the golden egg sat in the midst of it’s less striking siblings. He mustn’t have been completely successful with the spell though, because a burst of fire from a wayward snore had thrown him a few meters to his right, and caught him on the ends of his robes. (Aaron doesn’t want to dwell on the minute that passed with Robert not getting up.) 

But he’d got to it in the end. And he’s safe for now.

 Aaron could feel himself being pushed around by the over-excited crowd, and he’s sure his ears will still be ringing tonight from all the screaming that’s going on way too close for comfort. But he can’t stop staring at Robert’s small, faraway frame. Looking him over, again and again, like he has any chance of identifying injuries from all the way over here. 

 He looks up at his face again and catches Robert looking back. Stunned. He probably is. He’s just beaten an adult dragon and escaped with his life intact. Of course he is. 

 Aaron feels left over apprehension and rising relief bubble up inside of him. It comes out all at once, in a honking laugh that he’s glad Robert’s too far away to actually hear, and suddenly he’s shaking with it. They haven’t yet looked away from each other, so he sees the way his shoulders sag. The way his face lights up, finally. 

 The screaming continues around him, and he’s distantly aware of the elbow uncomfortably lodged into his side, but he doesn’t care. He hasn’t seen Robert this relaxed since before their fight, and Aaron misses him. He wants to hold him, and make sure he’s alright, and run away with him because yeah, he’s survived this task, but there are two more. 

 He sees him being ushered into the first-aid tent and starts pushing his way out of the stands, elbowing the more stubborn students out of his way and ignoring their pained cries. He has to see Robert. Why hasn’t he gone to him yet? What’s he been waiting for, when he could lose him to this stupid game?

“Aaron!” 

 He keeps going until he feels a hand close around his arm. He looks, up ready to tell whoever it is to do one, but stops when he sees long blonde hair wrapped in a scarf and an exceedingly cheery smile. 

Rebecca White. Right.

Ron Weasley is Banned from Muggle Films

They all strode out to the Quidditch pitch early Saturday morning, smiling at the bright sunshine. It seemed the perfect day for everything. Ginny had given them one hour before the team needed the field. One hour, that was all. It should be plenty of time, if things went according to plan.

When they arrived, Draco was standing in the middle of the field, his arms already folded. A very oversized grey jumper was hanging off his skinny frame. His jeans were stupidly tight by comparison, and there were dark sunglasses taking up most of his face. His hair looked white in the sun, and Harry couldn’t help but stare in bold faced attraction.

“I want to state for the record,” Draco shouted angrily, ruining the effect somewhat, “that this is an absolutely LUDICROUS thing I am being made to do.”

“Duly noted,” Harry called back, smiling as he got closer and noted that Draco had painted his nails again. The bright purple suited him. Harry shook his head at himself; he should definitely not be this turned on at the whole prospect of this morning, but he was. Par for the course, really. Harry had long ago stopped trying to work out the source of Draco’s appeal.

As he watched Harry stare, Draco just grew angrier, and pushed the sunglasses up on top of his head revealing Harry’s greatest weakness; eyeliner. He resisted the urge to reach out and touch Draco on the face.

Draco held up an accusatory finger, shouting “And furthermore that Ron Weasley—”

But Ron interrupted him with a pointed clearing of his throat.

Draco growled in exasperation, and through clenched teeth, stated, “Is a God among men, the sexiest of all Gryffindors, and the only Weasley who can actually pull off a ginger beard.”

Draco glared as Harry laughed, forcing him to raise his hands in defense before snorting, “I did warn you not to take the bet.”

“Whatever. I’ve said the thing now!” Draco whined. “Can we please just end this here? Weasley, I’m begging you.”

Ron just folded his own arms in direct challenge and beamed at Draco, who sighed loudly and threw his hands up in the air.

“Fine!” he shouted. “But after this, he is DEFINITELY banned from Muggle films for all eternity.”

“We’ll see,” Harry grinned. “Now stop stalling. Off with it.”

Draco looked murderous, but he pulled at the hem of the ridiculous jumper and drew it over his head, dropping both it and the glasses onto the ground beside Harry before taking out his wand.

“You are so paying for the therapy this causes, Potter!” Draco called as he jogged slowly back to the centre of the pitch.

“Did his shirt say, ‘I give the best hugs’?” Hermione asked, head tilted.

“One of the conditions,” Ron beamed. “He has to wear it all week.”

There was a slight jostle as Draco cast a sonorous, and Harry held his breath in anticipation. The green of the pitch was glinting in the sun, and the fact that Harry hadn’t been here yet this season only heightened his excitement.

Draco cleared his throat into the amplified end of his wand, and then, a shockingly crisp, clean baritone rang out across the empty pitch and stands. At the same time, three jaws dropped simultaneously.

“You’re just too good to be truuuuue….”

“Holy shit.” Hermione said, gobsmacked. “I really didn’t think he was actually going to do it.”

“Can’t take my eyes off of youuuuu…..”

“I mean, I don’t know that I’ve ever heard him sing. He’s not bad, is he?” Harry said, body limp with shock.

“You’d be like heaven to touch. I want to hold you soooo much. At long last love has arrived, and I thank god I’m alive.”

“I dunno…he is Malfoy. He doesn’t half-ass anything.” Ron said, barely containing his laughter.

“You’re just too good to be true.”

“I kinda wish we had more of an audience. Or a camera,” Harry said, fascinated and a bit dry mouthed. As if to make matters worse, Draco had now moved toward them, and was now pointing lustily at Harry, who gulped and forced himself to look at the ground. 

“Can’t take my eyes off of… you.”

From out of nowhere, there was a loud crashing sound and a small crowd emerged from the sidelines.

“You made him get a band?!” Harry shouted at Ron as the tubas assembled and the drum core rolled out a beat.

Ron was doubled over in laughter now, barely able to speak, “No, I didn’t, but I told you. Malfoy doesn’t back down.”

Draco pumped his fist in the air at the opening notes, and was off, dancing and thrusting his way down the field as he sang.

“I LOVE YOU BABY, AND IF IT’S QUITE ALRIGHT, I NEED YOU BABY, TO WARM THE LONELY NIGHTS…”

“Goodness,” Hermione said, her tone making Harry look at her in amusement. “He’s quite sexy, isn’t he.”

“Hermione!” Ron shouted, sobering very suddenly.

“I definitely agree,” Harry said, watching as Draco danced and jumped around, finishing the last chorus and running among the band.

“ SO LET ME LOVE YOU, BABY. LET ME LOOOOOVE YOU.”

“I mean, He’s almost doing it better than Heath.” Hermione added solemnly.

“How did this become not funny?” Ron said, mouth open, looking back and forth between them. “When did this stop being fun for me ?”

As the band stopped playing, Draco, looking very pleased with himself, stooped to pick up his things and strode up to them purposefully. He tipped his jumper onto Harry’s shoulder, grabbed him around the waist, and kissed him loudly.

“That, dearest, is the only love song you are ever gonna get, so I hope you enjoyed it,” he said, pulling on Harry’s hand and walking away.

“Suppose it’ll do,” Harry laughed, holding on for dear life as he was dragged across the field.

“I assume that was good enough, Weasley?” Draco added as they passed him. “I want brunch.”

“I don’t understand how you pulled that off,” Ron said, crestfallen.

“May I ban you from films, now?” Draco called back over his shoulder.

“He may have you there, mate,” Harry said, grinning over his shoulder, wrapping an arm around Draco and laughing again.

“That song will be stuck in my head all week,” Hermione murmured, already humming and taking Ron’s arm. “Come on, love, I’ll buy you pancakes.”

“Bloody hell,” Ron said, scrubbing his face. “Why the fuck do I still insist on making bets with Slytherins?”

“I don’t know, dear,” Hermione said sympathetically. “Pancakes?

“Oh, alright,” Ron grumbled, secretly vowing not to make any more wagers. About anything, with anyone, ever again. 

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