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madhatterbri · 1 month

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When You're Gone | B.Z.

Summary: Blaise starts to realize just how much life without reader is gonna suck.

Blaise sat in his room staring blankly at a picture that stood on his nightstand. You were smiling next to him. Your white blonde hair and grey eyes stared like he was the only person in the room. Despite it being your birthday, you gave him all the attention that night. That was the night he told you that he loved you. It felt like centuries ago.

Now he knew he had to let you go, but it wasn't easy. His head knew it was time to get over you, but his heart wouldn't let him get away with it that easily. Blaise didn't want to remember life before he started dating you. He was an empty shell. When you were dating, he laughed and smiled a little more. Now it felt like a grey cloud just hovering over him.

He could feel you slipping through his fingertips and he deserved it. Despite always being there for him, he still had his self-sabotage tendencies. Blaise could blame it on his mother, but he knew this time it was him. He was scared of the person he was becoming with you. A good person. He just wished he knew that being with you was the happiest he would ever be.

Summer break felt longer without you to talk to. He was trying to cope with life without you. The daily struggles of taking care of several siblings with an absent mom were taking its toll. Before you would come over and help him, tell him that he was doing a good job. Things were certainly a lot better when you were around.

Blaise grabbed the picture and ran his fingertips over the glass carefully. He knew he had to forget you just like you undoubtedly forgot about him. His heart ached at the thought of you moving on so quickly without him. You couldn't have moved on that quickly, could you? Even if you had he knew he didn't want to move on.

He remembered all the times he would tease you about needing him. Whether it came to classes or other problems you still ran to him. He heard about your father's arrest for his role in the attack on the Ministry of Magic. Blaise wished you would come to him so you could cry in his chest and he would comfort you. Maybe it was for the better you no longer needed him. He didn't want these feelings to linger longer than they already did.

He placed the picture back on the nightstand and took another drink. No amount of alcohol could fill the void in his heart no matter how hard he tried. In fact, it seemed to make him miss you more. It was true what they say, you can't drink enough to forget someone. He placed the alcohol back on the nightstand and placed the picture face down.

Blaise rolled over from the nightstand and reached out to your side of the bed. He gripped the sheets and sighed. His eyes slowly closed and he fell asleep dreaming of you.

#fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #angst #blaise zabini x y/n #blaise zabini x you #blaise zabini fanfiction #blaise zabini x reader

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letstrythisout4 · 28 days

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Chapter 3: Blaise Zabini and his increasing exasperating day

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By the third week of school Blaise had a schedule set up. Wake up at 7am and take a run around the Quidditch pitch. (And when Quidditch season starts he has already decided he’s just going to wake up even earlier). Take a shower, get ready and make it to the Great Hall early enough to be the first person to sit down at the Slytherin table.

The schedule is perfect. He gets to dodge his roommates, release some energy on his run, take his time getting ready to make sure he feels prepared for the day; all with enough time to make sure he gets access to all the food first so he isn’t just eating everyones leftovers.

It’s great.

It also allows him plenty of room to switch up his schedule. Nothing major, getting up at 7 and being first at the table are non negotiable. But everything in between can be subject to change.

Which leads to situations like today, where Blaise is heading to the kitchens for the first time in his Hogwarts career. After reading through Hogwarts : A History Blaise has come to the conclusion that the best way to get an audience with the Hogwarts elves is through the kitchen. As he approaches the infamous painting with a bowl of fruit which is said to lead to his destination, Blaise stops and for the first time wonders, “What the hell am I going to say?”.

This leads to Blaise pacing in front of the portrait for a good few minutes having an internal debate with himself.

Ok, what’s my end goal?

I want to be in their good graces.

Why?

Because they do so much for the castle and everyone is ungrateful.

…cute. What else?

…It would be nice if they would drop off my clothes when I’m there so I can organize them. How I like it, to keep it in perfect condition.

That sound so fucking pretentious.

Well I am pretentious so what of it?

Fair.

But how am I going to word that?

I don’t know, it's probably best to just be honest and get it over wi-

“Can we help you sir?” squeaked a voice to his left.

Blaise, stiffly, turned towards the voice to find an elf poking her head out from behind the portrait. All that could be seen was her bat-like ears and large blue eyes.

“Yes, actually I was wondering if I could speak to an elf about some…request I have concerning my clothing?” Blaise choked out.

I hate this, is all Blaise could think as he watched the elf process what he just said. How could I be so stupid as to not plan this out? I always plan out my conversations, that’s what I do, I plan.

“Would you like to discuss it now or shall I find you later, sir?”

“Now works just fine.” said Blaise doing his best to hold in his frown at the formal way she addresses him.

“Oh well,” she muttered, clearly unprepared to have someone actually want to speak to her “ please come inside so that we can figure something out.”

Bliase followed her through the portrait and took a breath just to absorb all the wonderful smells he was suddenly surrounded by. He did his best not to stare at the way the elves were so focused and coordinated in their movements in preparation for the children they were about to serve.

The little elf sat him down at a small table against the wall, out of the way of the mass operation commencing at the same time that Blaise came to beg for them to take special care in delivering his laundry.

I don’t like this.

“So what I can I help you with?” she practically whispered, refusing to make eye contact.

I don’t like this.

“I’m sorry I’d just prefer if instead of putting my clothes away for me, if we could set up a time where I can take the clothes from you personally, so I can put them away myself.”

She did a slow absent blink.

“I just am really particular about how I have my personal items set up, I have systems etc. So I’d really just appreciate it if you could give me my clothes directly.”

Another blink.

I don’t like this.

You’re too deep now, you must commit.

“I’ve noticed you all tend to clean the rooms and put away the clothes between 11pm-12am every Tuesday while I’m at astronomy with the other Slytherins of my year.”

Another blink.

“So if instead you could meet me just before or after astronomy so that I can take care of it myself, that would be perfect.”

Another blink.

Blaise whipped his palms on his slacks as covertly as he could under the table.

Why won’t she say something?

“You don’t want us to put away your clothes for you?” she mumbles with a shaky breath.

“Yes…” Blaise is starting to become incredibly worried with the condition that the elf is in.

“But everyone prefers it when we do it for them.” She now has a tone of confusion that does nothing to aid Blaise’s stress levels.

“Well I am weird in that sense, I have a bit of an obsession with organization so-” he trails off trying to find the right words “- I really appreciate all that you all do for us but if I could do this one thing for myself I would be infinitely happier.”

Another blink.

Blaise sends her his most disarming smile.

“Okay.” she agrees as if she was winded.

“Okay?”

“Okay, what’s your name sir?”

“Blaise Zabini.”

“Well Mr. Zabini, I shall ensure to arrive 30 minutes before your astronomy class with your clothes.” she promises with wringing her hands together.

“Thank you so much…”

“Daisy.” she stammered.

“What a lovely name, thank you so much Daisy. I’ll see you then.” Blaise said quickly.

Eager to be finished with that conversation and out of the kitchens, he walks as quickly as possible without looking rushed out of the kitchens and to the Great Hall.

I hated that.

I hated that so much.

Why the hell didn’t I plan that conversation out.

The things I do for organization, is the last thought Blaise allows himself to have before he stares at all the food before him losing his appetite entirely only being able to force down two pieces of bread with jam and a chalice of apple juice.

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He sets off to History Of Magic the second he convinces himself that he’s eaten enough. He arrives beyond early, not even Binn’s is here yet. The classroom is set up the same as a muggle ‘Lecture’ classroom he visited for an abroad program in the States- though he’d never voice the comparison outloud. He takes his usual seat- he far back against the right wall to give him a perfect view of the entire classroom. Pulling out his textbook, parchment and his quills and sets himself up for today's lecture.

Blaise loves History of Magic.

He might be the only person to have ever sat in this classroom and to have thought that unironically. And he’s fine with that. There’s something about history that has always consumed Blaise. And it seems not even Binn’s monotone voice can kill his love for the stories of the past.

And so by the time Blaise has perfected his setup, students begin to trickle in. First is a Hufflepuff girl. Blaise has seen her around before; it's practically impossible not to, considering they share 3 classes together a week, but it's more than that. She seems to not exist outside of these classes. Everyone else Blaise catches a glimpse of in the hallway or at dinner or lunch or just somewhere. But she seems to disappear the second she walks out of the classroom.

And it pisses Blaise off.

Blaise likes to think of himself as observant. He knows things about people. He can tell that despite having met only in the beginning of the year two Ravenclaw boys are already squabbling with each other. He can tell that ever since she’s demonstrated her brilliance Hermione Granger has been isolated from her house. He can tell when Flitwick is having a bad day. He can tell Pansy is getting an irritating letter from home. He can tell when Susan Bones is talking down to Anthony Goldstein despite her sweet tone.

What he can’t tell is who the hell this Hufflepuff is. All he has is a name and information gathered from his eavesdropping. Name: “Isabella Reyes”. Isabella is apparently Black and Latino, which tracks with her light brown skin and curly black hair constantly pulled into a messy ponytail. She’s a Hufflepuff. Blaise had to stop himself from exclaiming, “No shit we all wear house robes.” when he heard someone whispering it to their friend group like it was the juiciest piece of gossip ever heard. And that’s it.

That is all Blaise has gathered in the weeks since starting school.

And it keeps him up at night.

And what is most upsetting is, there is no real way to fix this.

Blaise refuses to become a stalker, eavesdropping hasn’t gained him any information, and he will not speak to her directly.

Not even an option.

This plagues him. Far more than it should considering he’s never spoken to her.

But just as he starts to gain momentum in his frustration Binns begins the class…and at what point everyone filled in the seats Blaise couldn't tell you.

An hour and half later, Blaise has been sufficiently distracted with information about Emeric the Evil.

That is until he runs right into the problem he needed to be distracted from, knocking her right to the floor.

Damn. Two unplanned conversations and one bad meal in a day. What have I done to deserve this? Blaise asks the Universe as he puts out his hand to help Isabella up.

“Thanks.” she says shortly as he takes his hand.

A short “a”. She pronounced “Thanks” with a short “a” sound.

“You’re American.” Blaise states plainly, pulling her up.

All this time and the first thing and that's the first thing I say? I don’t know what I did, but Universe I am sorry.

She looks at him like he's an idiot. “Yes, thanks for pointing that out for me.”

They both start collecting her books and papers from the floor. Why have a school bag if you're just going to carry everything in your hands?

Blaise hovers with tense shoulders as he hands her her things to put away. Finished, she turns to leave and makes it four steps before turning back around and asking, “Can I ask you a weird question?”

“You just did.”

She was not amused with this response.

“I’m going to take that as a yes. What were you doing pacing outside the Hufflepuff common room?”

Daisy must have rubbed off on Blaise because all he could think to do was blink.

“This morning~” she taunts.

“I wasn’t pacing outside of your common room, I was pacing outside of the kitchens.”

She was quick, “Why?”

“I needed to ask for a favor from the elves?”

“Why?”

“Because I need their help.”

“Why?”

“None of your business.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“I’ve seen you people watching. I’ve seen you blend into the background and listen in on people’s conversations.”

There’s a beat.

“Incorrect, try again.”

Another beat.

“Excuse me?”

“What you are implying is factually incorrect, I don’t do any of those things on purpose. They just happen.” Blaise said confidently.

Blaise Zabini is a bold-faced liar to everyone but his mother. He has mastered the art of spouting false information with expressions varying from a straight face to the most dazzling smile anyone has ever seen. The only one who has ever seen through this is his mother, hence why he doesn’t like to lie to her.

It's pointless to even attempt to.

The second the sentence leaves his mouth, Isabella is striding towards him. Blaise resists the urge to take a step back when she stops right in front of him.

And then she stares. She stares right into his eyes and suddenly Blaise feels compelled to tell the truth.

Before he can even think of something to say in response to her actions she takes another step forward and this time he can’t stop himself from taking a step back.

“I know that you don’t know me yet so I’m going to let that lie slide. But for the record, I do not appreciate being lied to. I will clock any lies you tell me whether it is in the moment or after digging, but I will find out. So I strongly suggest, for the sake of your health and sanity, that going forward you are just honest to me. Either tell me the truth, or that you aren’t comfortable to talk about it or whatever logic you have behind not wanting to tell me something but do not lie. Because from now on I will not accept you looking me in my face and lying to me.”

She takes a moment to breathe “ Okay?”

“Definitely, I’m sor-”

“Don’t apologize, just don’t do it again.”

And with that threat (?) she turns around, makes a left and is gone.

…Blaise has even more questions than he did before.

Starting with, what the hell does she mean “yet”?

Author's notes: thanks for reading

#blaise zabini #draco malfoy #harry potter #slytherin #slytherin boys #pansy parkinson #theodore nott #blaise x oc

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remusslove · 2 years

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a cg!mattheo riddle that he and the little!reader are having class and the little one!reader is feeling much smaller and mattheo notices and starts playing with her and gives her teether and theo,pansy,draco and blaise they are helping him until the end of the class and I loved what you did, it is very perfect.

Slipping in class~ mattheo riddle

Includes age regression, cg!mattheo, little!reader, and tooth rotting fluff

You were coloring your notes since professor McGonagall was giving your lecture. She normally would give a student a warning for doodling in class, but you were an exception. You were in the back of the class with mattheo on your right. You caught his attention by you giggling at your doodles of tiny dinosaurs. He chuckled at your antics knowing you’d tell him your slipping soon.

“Mattheo” you said tugging his sleeve. “Yeah bunny?” He asked already knowing what your going to say. “Feelin really tiny” you whispered. You wanted your teether and your stuffy. He nodded giving you a warm smile. The bell was about to ring any minute.

Not even a minute later the bell rang causing the students to perk up and leave the room as fast as you can. Professor McGonagall smiled at the two of you before getting up form her desk and giving mattheo a note. “For professor Snape’s class, I know he hates students being absent without a reason. You can stay in here until last period ends, I’ll be in the professor’s lounge” she said.

Mattheo thanked her as she took her papers and left the room. “Dada wan teefer” you whined. Mattheo nodded placing a kiss on your forehead. He took your teether out of his bag causing you to perk up. The group was waiting for you and mattheo at the courtyard but just decided to go get you guys.

They thought you both were in professor McGonagall’s class and they were right. “Where have you guys been? We were waiting for you guys in the courtyar- awwww is tiny feelin like a baby?” Pansy cut herself off before hugging you tight causing you to giggle. “What are you guys doing here? Thought you had professor snapes class after this?” Theodore asked.

Mattheo explained what happened and they all understood sitting in a circle on the floor. Your back was facing mattheos chest as you were coloring in mattheos extra notebook for muggle studies. Mattheo always has a box of crayons on him just Incase situations like this happened. You were scribbling on the notebook with Pansy and Draco while Theodore blaise and mattheo were having a conversation.

Once the bell rang you all left the class and headed towards the common room since todays classes are over.

#mattheo x reader #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #cg mattheo riddle #mattheo x you #mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle

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sailtomarina · 1 year

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It's just a game

"C'mon, Granger, it's just a game. Harmless...in most situations." Draco winked with a dimpled grin as he held his hand out towards her. Despite knowing better, she grasped it firmly and allowed him to draw her along into the adjacent room where their friends sat. It wasn't often that Draco truly smiled. More common was his signature Malfoy smirk, or a waggling of the eyebrows. Dimples? They indicated danger of the most delicious kind. "Granger! So glad you could join us," drawled Blaise as he added another glass to the table. He poured two fingers worth of firewhiskey into each before gently pushing them towards their victims. Hermione took a seat between Draco and Pansy on the Chesterfield. Harry leaned against the arm on Pansy's side while absently drawing circles on her thigh with the tip of his wand. Theo, Luna, and Blaise pulled up chairs across from them. "Isn't Ron joining?" Hermione leaned over to look behind the trio at the redhead passed out on the chaise. "Weasley pre-gamed a little too hard. We'll get him next time," sniggered Theo as he shuffled a card deck. "Ronald will regret it later, Hermione. We don't stock Sober Ups at home," Luna followed up in a serene tone as she dismissed them with a wave of her hand. As Theo divvyed up the cards among them, Hermione surreptitiously leaned back into the sofa in an attempt to peek at her neighbors' hands. Unfortunately, both Pansy and Draco were no strangers to card games and sat at angles making it impossible to peek without leaning completely into their spaces. She felt a rough nudge against her knee and guiltily smiled at Draco as he knowingly raised a brow. "Tsk, tsk. Trying to cheat already? Someone's owed a bit of punishment later tonight." He kept his voice low just for her ears. Ghosts of silk ties and hot wax flitted through her mind. Hermione audibly gulped and shuffled in her seat while Draco stifled his resulting laugh. "Some of us are trying to strategize! Less flirting, more focusing!" Hissed Pansy as she knifed them repeatedly with the daggers in her eyes. "You'd think more flirting would be encouraged, Parkinson. Higher chances of you winning with us distracted." "I prefer my conquests fair and unquestionable, Malfoy." "Being as Potter is neither fair nor unquestionable, I highly doubt the validity of that." The brunette laughed loudly at the statement, shrugging unapologetically when Pansy looked back at him in betrayal. "We ready? Yes? Alright, first person to begin will be decided by--" "Whoever last sucked a lolly! Figuratively, of course." Blaise cut Theo off while pantomiming his intentions. "Last night." "Monday." "...this morning." One by one, those applicable gave their answers until Hermione was the last to respond. She kept her eyes firmly down on her cards and muttered too quietly for anyone to hear. "What was that, Hermione?" Somehow Luna being the one to ask her to repeat herself made everything even more mortifying. "I said...an hour ago." Silence. Theo jolted upward, slamming his hands down on the tabletop. "Exactly where did this indecency occur? We've been at the manor almost all day!" "Like you're one to protest, Nott--" "I, um, I stayed behind in the library to admire some of your collections on merpeople and centaurs..." Giggled erupted from Pansy and Harry while the others expressed a mixture of shock, approval, and in Luna's case, intrigue. "Alright, go ahead, Granger. Let's get the game started." Those damn dimple were back.

#dramione prompts #dramione #harry potter fanfiction

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kierancaz · 5 months

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Saving The Dance.

note: this is based off of a video I saw on TikTok about watching little women and only seeing Hermione and Regulus Black in Meg and Laurie. Someone made a comment saying they wanted a fic of this and I said I’d write one and then like 30+ people responded saying they wanted to be tagged so here I am. Sorry if the speech is very old-timey I’ve been reading a lot of period piece novels and watching a lot of period shows I don’t actually remember how to write them like people who aren’t from the 1850s.

warnings: none, tad bit of Ron hate maybe but mot really bc I love him and he’s my boy. Also Ron x Hermione bc Ron redeems himself. Obviously this is not canon compliant ALSO THIS IS NOT A SHIP. my girl Hermione gets shipped with everyone in Harry Potter even if they are two decades older than her and dead so this is NOT A SHIP.

Ron has done it again. He has ruined yet another ball for Hermione. First was the Yule Ball and now it was the Blacks yearly Summer Solstice Celebration. Hermione was so looking forward to this but of course Ron had to go and ruin things by opening his big mouth.

As the name implies, a member of the Black family holds this celebration in the first day of the summer solstice each year, this year it was Regulus turn. The ball was being held at 12 Grimmauld Place. Sirius had passed the house down to Regulus because he wanted nothing to do with it, since then Regulus had made some great improvements on the place.

However Hermione was enjoying none of these improvements. She was sitting solemnly on a couch, resting her head over the back of it so she can stare out the window and mindlessly pick at the loose threads. Since she had sat there not one person had come to see how she was though she was very clearly upset.

Harry was off galavanting with Sirius, Ginny was discussing something with Draco (most likely quidditch strategies, that’s all they ever talked about). Fred and George were slipping something into Mr. Malfoy’s drink as Neville and Luna acted as a distraction (Hermione watched this for a while as it was mildly entertaining. Neville was stumbling over every third word and Luna was speaking with her ever serene, if a little… absent, smile about something that was very obviously making little to no sense to Mr. Malfoy. But he didn’t seem to know how to properly excuse himself from the conversation). Remus was very deep in discussion with Mr. Moody and Tonks about something that Hermione thought was probably very interesting, as Remus always had good topics of discussion, and Ron. Ron was resolutely avoiding her after their blow up fight earlier. He was even going as far as to talk with Blaise, Pansy, Theo which she didn’t believe he had it in him to do so. But apparently their fight earlier had pushed him to the most drastic of measures as to not have to talk to her or be asked why he wasn’t talking to her.

Suddenly, there was a weight to the right of her that landed on the couch, it was the host himself. “My dear Hermione, why’re you sitting here by yourself instead of dancing with everyone else?” Regulus asked. Hermione used to try and call him Mr. Black, but he insisted on being called Regulus just like how Sirius was just called Sirius and Remus was just called Remus.

Hermione gave a half hearted smile but it slipped off her face almost immediately, “I don’t feel much like dancing.” She said quietly. There was lively music playing and as she looked out at the floor she saw many people dancing together in pairs. They danced together and spun around in some formation that looked like some traditional dance that you might’ve found in the 1860s somewhere.

Mr. Malfoy had managed to weasel out of his conversation with Luna and Neville and was dancing with his wife. Whatever prank Fred and George were trying to play on him either hadn’t worked or hadn’t worked yet. Luna and Neville were dancing together, Sirius was dragging Remus onto the dance floor (Hermione giggled, Sirius looked ridiculous trying to force Remus to dance and Tonks was laughing hysterically in the background), Draco was dancing with Pansy and Matteo and Theo were also dancing together but Matteo seemed way more into it than Theo was. Ginny and Harry had also just joined the floor, laughing together as they hopped around in circles.

Regulus tilted his head to the side as he put both his hands in his lap, “why not?” He asked, drawing Hermione’s attention away from the dance floor. She bit her lip and looked at her own hands which were lightly tugging at the frills on her dress.

“I don’t know, I just— it’s silly, I just, I suppose I don’t feel pretty enough to join everyone else tonight….” She said the last part quietly, memory of Ron’s nasty words from earlier threatening to bring tears to her eyes once more.

“Why, that’s just absurd!” Regulus said, his eyebrows furrowed as the dancers in the background clapped to the song as they continued dancing. “Who would put such a thought in your head? I hope it wouldn’t be yourself.”

Hermione just shook her head. As angry and upset as he had made her, she wanted to rat Ron out and potentially get him in trouble, especially if Regulus told Mrs. Weasley. They would work it out, eventually, they always did. After a few moments of silence Regulus seemed to understand that she wasn’t going to give up the name of the person who had made her feel so unpretty. So he nodded and stood up.

“Hermione you are one of the most beautiful young ladies here tonight, would you do me the honor of having the next dance with me?” He said dramatically as he bowed and held out his hand for her to take. She felt slightly embarrassed by the gesture, but it worked in putting a smile on her face.

She took his hand and he brought her to the dance floor as the music picked up again. The stood facing each other and as they did it dawned on Hermione, “wait, but I don’t know the dances!” She said with slight panic in her voice, Regulus laughed.

“No need to know them! Just follow my lead and you’ll be fine.” And after that the dance started and Regulus pulled her with him as he moved.

By the middle of the dance Hermione had found her rhythm. But it didn’t really matter, the dance was mostly fancy hopping and heel clicking with your hands behind your back or spinning or stepping and stepping out. It didn’t take long for a smile to stick itself on Hermione’s face. Instead of trying to teach her the proper dance Regulus tried to make the dance fun, and so it was.

After three dances it was time for a break as Hermione didn’t think she could feel her toes anymore. She walked off the dance floor feeling much lighter and laughing the whole way, when they were on the outskirts of the floor Regulus took her hand politely and bowed deeply thanking her for the dance which made her giggle. He excused himself to go find his brother while Hermione grabbed herself a drink.

Someone cleared their throat behind her and she jumped, turning around to see none other than Ron. He was looking rather awkward as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

“Ron… is there— is there something I can do for you?” Hermione asked in the most indifferent and uninterested tone she could muster as she squared her shoulders and cleaned her face of the joy she had been most obviously feeling moments before. Ron coughed awkwardly, stuttering for a moment as Hermione’s facade fell quickly.

“I— I just wanted to say… I’m sorry. For earlier I mean. And— and I take back what I said. You look… you look very beautiful.” He was blushing furiously, playing with his fingering and wearing a worried expression like he thought maybe she wouldn’t forgive him. But she sighed, a soft smile creeping onto her face.

“Thank you. I’m sorry for what I said too,” she sighed and there was a pause. “So… how was talking with Pansy and the others?” Ron let out a huff and slapped his hand to his forehead.

“Bloody horrible!” He exclaimed, “those have got to be some of the most uninteresting people I’ve ever met. Should’ve apologized sooner so I didn’t have to sit through whatever stupid gossip they were talking about. I mean, who really cares what guy Romilda Vane is gunning after these days?”

Hermione couldn’t help but laugh and Ron smiled at her. Once she stopped laughing her offered her his arm, his blush creeping back up onto his cheeks. “Um, Hermione? Would you, dance with me?” He said, chuckling nervously.

Hermione smiled, grabbing onto his arm. “Of course, Ron.” He grinned back and when the last song ended and people started to reconfigure themselves Ron and Hermione joined them. They stood facing each other and just past Ron’s shoulder Hermione caught sight of Regulus.

They met eyes and smiled, he smiled back raising his eyebrows momentarily and winked before being met by Pandora Lovegood. He nodded before following her out onto the dance floor.

Hermione looked back and met eyes with Ron, an uncontrollable grin plastering itself on her face. Maybe tonight won’t be that awful after all.

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dramioneasks · 10 months

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I’m hoping for story recs (or a tag) that would include H&D meeting people from H’s past: muggle classmates, childhood friends, relatives, that sort of thing. Thank you for being such an amazing resource!

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The problem with Granger’s By: emmaaalg - T, one-shot -Hermione Granger has to go to a family party, but what happens when her snobby Aunt and cousin try to ruin her relationship?

A Trip to Bath by la plus heureuse - T, 14 chapters - All Draco wanted was to impress Hermione’s family at the Granger family reunion. Instead he’s dealing with cruel cousins, an angry Hermione, and one very unexpected appearance of Cormac McLaggan.

Pesky Relatives By: curlyhurdontcurrr - T, 3 chapters - As the wizarding world finally settles down, Hermione has ran out of excuses to not meet the Granger family for an annual reunion. With her daughter and an absent Draco, she knows the gathering would just be a total nightmare. Dramione & Blaise/Pansy (cliches & fluff included.) COMPLETED

-Lisa

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Chapter 18: Consider the Optics

“Have you ever been tortured? It’s easy for people to claim they wouldn’t break, but when your body is being pulled apart piece by piece, bone by bone, you’d be surprised what people offer to get the pain to stop, even for a second.”

-House of Sky and Breath, pg. 321

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Welcome to chapter 18!! We're slowly making our way toward happier times!

“Listen, I need you to get over it.”

“Get over it?” With an exasperated sigh, Ruhn turned his attention to the angel who sat opposite him, his muscled body and folded wings tucked tightly against a domed window. The ocean outside was dark and surprisingly devoid of life, and the prince wondered absently where they might be. Where in the Haldren sea might there be a place where even great aquatic beasts were loath to swim. “She’s the fucking Hind, Ruhn. How can you not get that through your thick skull?”

“And she’s also one of the most valuable agents in all of Ophion,” Ruhn argued.

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Sneaking in one last microfic for the @cruelsummer-ficfest ! Thanks for another great fest 💕

Lavender Haze

The bar is quiet tonight, which is exactly how Draco prefers it. Even when it’s full, Half-Breeds isn’t like the raucous pubs of Diagon Alley or the posh clubs Blaise and Pansy like to drag him to. The primarily non-human clientele are just there for a cold pint and to get away from the world. Outcasts, like him. No one is there to make friends, or to pick up a one night stand; they all want to be left alone, and that suits Draco just fine. Besides, most anyone he might know from his Death Eater days—the ones he heard about this place from in the first place—is in Azkaban.

He polishes off his firewhiskey and motions for another as someone plops onto the stool beside him. “Draco Malfoy at a creature bar, I never thought I’d see the day.”

So much for his solitude. Lavender Brown is the cheeriest person in here, though her once sickly-sweet voice has lost some of the brightness of youth. Of course, it’s not youth they’ve lost at all, both of them far too young for all the horrors they’ve seen. It’s innocence.

He gives her a stiff nod of acknowledgement as the bartender sets a fresh glass in front of him and then looks to Lavender. “Wolfsbane, please,” she chirps. Draco starts, and she chuckles as the bartender walks off again. “It’s a cocktail. Although they do brew the potion here, too. For those who can’t get it elsewhere.”

“How does he know which one you want?”

“It’s not the full moon, silly. And Simon knows I don’t need the potion.”

“Oh.” He’d heard, of course, that she had been attacked by Greyback during the Battle of Hogwarts, but he didn’t know the extent of the damage. They weren’t what anyone would call friends, and he had hardly kept up with anyone in the months since the war ended.

“You don’t ever say too much, do you?” Lavender has one eyebrow quirked at him, her head tilted to the side like a confused puppy. Even under the scars that dominate the left side of her face and neck, she’s quite pretty for a Gryffindor. No, he’s not supposed to think like that anymore, although changing his mindset has been quite an effort. His fellow Slytherins couldn’t care less, but Draco saw from the inside out how rotten their side was. It’s not something he wants to define him anymore.

“Not much to say,” Draco replies, hoping his quipped tone will convey his desire to be alone. But Lavender tosses her handbag onto the bar top, settling in.

“Everyone that comes to this place has a history, things they’re not proud of. I know you do, too. There’s no judgment here. So if you have something you want to get off your chest, you can talk to me.”

She twirls the straw around in her fizzy little drink, not looking at him, and Draco waits for her to say more, to push him. When she doesn’t, he finds the words spilling out of him anyway.

“No one cares,” he mutters. “No one cares that we lost the war, that we shouldn’t have been fighting it to begin with. They’re all just glad it’s over and moved onto the next thing like nothing ever happened.”

“But you care.”

“Yeah.” Draco chuckles darkly. “Fuck me, not sure why. I was as horrible to the other side as anyone.” He’s hit with a pang of guilt, though he can’t say he ever did anything to Lavender in particular. But Weasley, her friends…

“People change,” she says with a shrug. “All this shit is new to me, too.” She waves her hand around the bar. “The werewolf scene, I mean.”

“But you’re not…?”

“No, I won’t ever transform. Doesn’t stop people being weird about it.”

Lavender absently traces one of the scars on her neck, and Draco’s eyes follow the angry red mark until it disappears under the neckline of her top. He finds himself wondering for a moment what else is under there and then shakes his head. Maybe he’s had one firewhiskey too many tonight.

“I’m sorry,” Draco says. He’s not quite sure why he’s apologizing—it’s not like he bit her, but he still feels partially responsible for her fate. “That you have to deal with this.”

She shrugs again. “It will get better. For you, too.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I’ll be damned if I give a damn what people say about me.” Her glossy lips twist up into a smile, and as he sees the fire in her eyes, Draco realizes for the first time that they might have something in common. “Just take it one day at a time. You’ll get there.”

She starts to slide off her stool, but Draco puts a hand on her arm to stop her, surprising them both. He’s even more surprised when she doesn’t pull away. “You can stay,” he blurts. “If you want.”

Relief settles in as she gives him a little nod and shifts back into her seat. Though Lavender is the last person he would have thought to confide in when she walked in, he feels like she actually sees him as a person. Not Draco the Death Eater, not Lucius’s son…just Draco.

It’s not a feeling he wants to let go of just yet. He wants to stay in this hazy little bubble of friendship that’s formed between him and Lavender. Fortunately for him, she seems to want to stay there too.

#cruel summer fic fest 2023 #draco malfoy #lavender brown #not my usual #microfic

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post breakup drarry svp

It's amicable; there isn't really another option. There's no screaming, no infidelities, there isn't even any slammed doors or forgotten dates. They don't even drift apart, really, it's just logic.

"Darling." Pansy's sighing, kicking off her stillettos and signaling for him to lift his head; he does, and she slips underneath him, resting his head on her lap and running her fingers through his hair. "It's been three days. I don't want to rush you, but you're staring to worry me."

"I'm fine," he says. He's leaving for Brazil in three days, for a Potions' apprenticeship that's literally everything he's ever wanted in his life; he's not going to let it go, not even for Harry, not even for their relationship, and Harry - who can't leave, as he's just signed his contract with the Chudley Cannons - isn't going to give up his dream, either.

It's what's best for both of them, it really is.

It doesn't mean Draco doesn't feel like his entire torso is suddenly void of all of his organs.

"You've cried every single night since you broke up," she says. It's true, but it's been barely a week, so he assumes that's normal; he's never had a breakup - at least not from any relationship that mattered to him - and neither has Pansy, so they're both a little clueless here. She'd tried getting him ice cream and Hollywood rom-coms, which Luna had told her were essential to get over any break up, but neither of them understood the muggle references in the films and Draco's always lost any sort of appetite when he's sad.

They also tried firewhiskey, but even that has lost the appeal, and Pansy's suggestion of a rebound shag had been met with silence; that's what Draco's done, after other breakups, but it had been spite, or simple carelessness, and Draco isn't angry.

He wishes he were. Maybe that would give him a break from the feeling of emptiness inside him that's only ever absent when he's crying and feeling so sad he feels like his emotions are lead, pulling his heart down to his feet and then past them, down past the earth and the fossils Granger had told him about and anything that's even remotely reachable.

"So?" he asks. "You cried every day for two weeks after they changed the label on your favorite brand of firewhiskey."

"Shut up," Pansy says, and yeah, it was a bit of a low blow; he knows Pansy hates any kind of change. A part of him is afraid of what will happen when he goes to Brazil, but she's assured him a thousand times that she'll be alright.

Blaise, who knows just how much Pansy hates change, has assured Draco he'll use a cardboard cut-out of him until she can get used to his absence. Draco knows that won't work, but he hopes she'll at least get a laugh out of it.

"I just want to disappear," he says. Not even in a dying sort of way, just in a way that'll mean he doesn't have to experience this suffocating sort of sadness anymore. It's too exhausting, he can feel it in his bones, and it isn't even like the other kinds of sadness that he's experienced in his life; it's worse, because instead of anger or righteousness, it's just accompanied by the all-consuming desire of everything being different.

He knows that isn't going to happen.

Pansy sighs. "Come on. We'll watch something on the telly."

She flips it on with the remote, and Draco sighs.

"Nature channel?" she asks. "That always puts you to sleep."

Draco doesn't answer, and she takes that as a yes and puts it on; he closes his eyes and tries not to think about the way he used to fall asleep in Harry's arms when they watched it at his house, because that always sends a wave of longing through him that's so strong it makes him nauseous.

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fight club.

-y/n's pov-

"no, no, no. don't you three go get in a fight, it's really isn't a big deal at all." i rush forwards, blocking the door.

draco sneers at me. "move, y/n."

"no!" i exclaim, throwing my arms out so that no one can barge past. "you're not going out there to defend my honour when i don't have an honour to be defended. she just called me a slut. it's not like she threatened to fight me!"

blaise swallows hard and nods. i raise an eyebrow at malfoy and he gives a relatively similar reaction to blaise. the only one who hasn't said anything is theo.

"mattheo? do you understand?" i say coolly. he sighs, rolls his eyes and moves to sit on a chair. the other two follow. "thank you." i add, sitting down across from pansy, who's been watching the whole ordeal.

"hey, when did snape say we had to be-" i'm cut off by scuffling as the boys all get up and run out the door. "HEY! WAI-" i dash after them. theo stops at the door and leans back in.

"you promised!" i whine.

"yeah. i promised to protect you. love you, princess." he winks at me and sprints after the boys.

i flop back down on the couch near pansy, and give her a look.

"you know what's gonna happen? they're gonna get mad and agree to some stupid fight club. then i'm gonna have to shake my ass at somebody to get them out." i roll my eyes.

"thats why we love you, honey." she jokes. i roll my eyes at her. bitch.

“please, like i don’t fucking know it. you wanna take a guess at how many times a day i get called an attention seeking whore? i have to hide all that from them or every boy in this damn school will have his eyes gouged out if he so much as looks in my direction.” i huff. pansy nods along, sipping a coffee and twirling her hair. she seems like she has all the time in the world for my trauma dumping, so i keep going.

“like, i love them, i really do. we’ve been friends since god knows when, and they’re like my brothers. i just wish they were more… gentle and less fight me, yknow?”

parkinson is still zoned out, absently mindedly bobbing her head every few seconds. i sigh.

“see ya pansy.” i get up and go to my dorm, faintly hearing a, “yeah, bye.”, echoing up the stairs behind me.

• • •

-mattheo’s perspective-

“WHAT?” i roar, backing parkinson up into the corner. “she said WHAT?”

blaise tugs at my collar, slightly pulling me back. pansy cowers in the corner. “i don’t know, that’s just what she told me. she said you guys would kill everyone. i’m sorry, i don’t know more.” she whispers, the joy of being involved with our drama fading away and she watches out faces darken.

“can i go now?” she mumbles, not making eye contact. i step aside and she runs out the common room door.

“fucking snake.” blaise hisses. i turn. “what?” i ask, still turning over the possibility of going out right now and grabbing any guy who i’m suspicious of and demanding answers. “she’s a snake. a sly little one, too.”

draco looks confused, and i doubt i look any better. “why? why is she a snake?”

blaise sighs. “because, y/n would’ve told her all that to get it off her chest, and pansy’s reaction is to come and spread around everything she said? that’s a bitchy move, especially since y/n wouldn’t have been thinking about pansy doing that.”

i raise an eyebrow. “oh, she’s just doing it for attention. the latest drama of y/n y/l/n will make her the most popular witch in slytherin for a hot minute. that’s all she wants.”

malfoy is still looking dumbfounded. “huh?” blaise and i share a look.

“ugh, never mind. maybe you’d understand if you where less blonde.”

• • •

“good godric guys, you could’ve knocked!” y/n huffs, rolling her eyes at us and pegging a book.

“y/n, we need to talk.”

“about you barging into my personal quarters? yeah, we do need to talk about th-”

“not about that. y/n, this is serious. we need to talk.”

her face pales a bit, and she starts aggressively rubbing blush on her cheeks. “oh? what do we need to talk about?” she says, her voice high and pitchy.

blaise gives me a look and steps forward. “y/n, please stop. we know.” she keeps on pushing the brush over her face, even though there’s no product left on it.

“what do you know? why do you think you know something? what do you know?” she says coolly.

“y/n, quit playin-” i start. blaise puts a hand on my chest and pushes me back. he goes over to y/n and turns her to face him.

“hey.” he says softly. she refuses to meet his eyes. “hi.”

he lets the brush from her fingers and puts it gingerly on the counter. “y/n, are you ok?”

we watch as her eyes dart everywhere but looking at blaise. he grabs her chin slightly and pulls her gaze back to him. raising an eyebrow, he silently asks her the question again.

“yes.”

a small smile creeps onto his face. “good. now, i want you to listen to me, ok.” she nods. “if any poor excuse of a wizard says any of those things to you again, i will personally kick escort them to hell. and if they deserve it, i will let mattheo beat their asses. and malfoy changed them. ok?” the smile is gone.

“yes.”

i sit myself on the foot of the bed, malfoy following. we stare at the scene playing out in front of us. best man, drug lord, chronic fight starter and nose crusher blaise zabini talking oh-so softly to miss independent, don’t take no bull, kick your ass on the way to a show y/n.

what has our world come to.

• • •

queen note - i know this one finished kinda abruptly, but i really needed something to post, so i might come back an edit it later. love yous 😘

#daisy duke #draco lucius malfoy #mattheo riddle #blaise zabini #boys #fight club #yn fanfic #hp fanfic #hp femslash

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Something on the Line

Something on the Line https://ift.tt/bvzgWq0 by Wanderingfair She turned back around, hiding the hint of a secret smile, before tossing her curls over her shoulder. She dipped down to line up her cue, “Believe it or not, Malfoy, this is one game I don’t excel at,” she took a shot and it bounced off the corner pocket. “That’s okay, I’ll go easy on you, Granger.” He went to the wall to grab the rack and started to collect the balls. He felt a shiver crawl up his spine as she brushed past him to reach for the pint of beer that was left absently at the corner of the table. “Okay, Malfoy. You’re on,” she took a long sip and a drip of her beer leaked out of the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin. She opened her mouth and with her middle finger seductively pushed it back inside before sucking on the end of her digit. He was half hard already. OR The one where Draco unexpectedly meets Hermione at his favorite Muggle dive bar and they engage in accidental voyeurism. Words: 3790, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: POV Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Biker Draco Malfoy, Semi-Public Sex, They're charmed, Accidental Voyeurism, Inappropriate Use of a Pool Table, Enthusiastic Consent, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Pining Draco Malfoy, Secretly Pining Hermione Granger, Smut, Mutual Pining, Sexually Experienced Hermione Granger, Sexually Experienced Draco Malfoy, Hermione is confident, Shameless Smut, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-War, Sexual Tension, Theo being Theo, Happy Ending via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/c7XYz6S July 31, 2023 at 05:14AM

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“Look at silly Mr. Fox!”

Blaise frowned, watching the last tape that he could find, half-hearted. This had been a complete waste of time, and he could’ve been using it to find Sebastian. But no, he had to let whoever sent these damn tapes feed into his confusion.

“Sharing shows you care about someone.”

Amanda kept talking, not seeming to care that he was barely even listening to her. Why would she? She’s not real, she can’t hear him. Her reacting to him was just from him being tired and thinking she reacted. Same with Wooly warning him. Just a product of his tired mind.

Blaise absent-mindedly pointed at one of the snacks when Amanda offered to share one, stating that one was her favorite. He sighed as Amanda kept talking.

“Friends can share other things, too. They can share secrets.“ She then closed the lunchbox. “Can I share a secret with you?”

“Sure.”

“Are you sure?” Amanda asked-- clearly just him being so tired that he thought she was saying that. “It’s a big secret.”

“Yes,” Blaise said, now a little irritated.

“Is it really okay to share my secret with you?”

“Ugh... yes!” Blaise growled, more annoyed. Amanda was quiet for a moment.

Then she spoke again, her voice no longer affected by the tape’s age and making Blaise tense up in confusion and shock.

“I’m out there. Somewhere.“

The TV then flicked off, leaving Blaise staring at it... then he jumped back as it let out an earsplitting noise and started to shake, red and black starting to fight on the screen, as if something was trying to get out. Blaise slowly moved back, jolting as his hand bumped into something hard.

A brick.

Without thinking, he grabbed it and hurled it at the TV as hard as he could, wincing as the TV exploded, the horrible noise stopping.

Blaise stared at the remains of the TV, breathing heavily as he tried to calm down. He didn’t know what to say... for a moment.

“What the hell was THAT?!“

#(Reading Up | Drabble)#(De Worst of Them All | Blaise Debeste)#((for those Amanda the Adventurer scenarios))

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okay it's dinnertime, so instead of playing ace attorney I will be talking about ace attorney! aai2 thoughts, specifically!

first off my heartfelt apologies to President Huang (The Real Deal) for accusing him of absent fatherhood. being dead is a pretty good excuse.

(amy marsh was *definitely* too young for you though, mr president.)

the last case of the game was the one I have had the least success in predicting, without being too wildly implausible, so good job on that one

i still feel really bad for the kid versions of simon and horace. growing up into shitty adults doesn't make it less awful.

i didn't mention it earlier but how fucking funny is it that blaise is so incompetent that his kidnappers accidentally got HIS OWN SON. they don't even look similar. john marsh is a literal movie star...and they couldn't get the right kid...

also didn't come up but simon's "prank" totally gave blaise that chin burn. which means blaise has been wearing a beard wig for 12 years because Simon was a baby arsonist.

there is only 1 good biological dad in this game full of dads. president huang seems like he could have been okay but dying means he didn't really get to be a parent anyway. we've got von Karma, just for bonus original trilogy awfulness. dane gustavia gives 0 shits about his kid disappearing because he doesn't need his taste buds. isaac dover was like hey son why don't you go tie up your best friend that won't be traumatizing at all and you definitely won't almost die. then blaise makes a good effort at challenging von Karma levels of bad parenting.

you all know who the good parent is. *cries in dad edgeworth*

there's definitely more to say but I am done with dinner and ready for more DAI gyakuten saiban. really amazing how they were like what should we name this series.

oh how about the same thing but stick GREAT in front of it. amazing 10/10 job folks.

#ace attorney #ace attorney liveblog

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Gossiping Is Good

The surprising virtues of talking behind people’s backs

By Ben Healy July/August 2018

Word on the street is that gossip is the worst. An Ann Landers advice column once characterized it as “the faceless demon that breaks hearts and ruins careers.” The Talmud describes it as a “three-pronged tongue” that kills three people: the teller, the listener, and the person being gossiped about. And Blaise Pascal observed, not unreasonably, that “if people really knew what others said about them, there would not be four friends left in the world.” Convincing as these indictments seem, however, a significant body of research suggests that gossip may in fact be healthy.

It’s a good thing, too, since gossip is pretty pervasive. Children tend to be seasoned gossips by the age of 5, and gossip as most researchers understand it—talk between at least two people about absent others—accounts for about two-thirds of conversation. In the 1980s, the journalist Blythe Holbrooke took a stab at bringing rigor to the subject, tongue firmly in cheek, by positing the Law of Inverse Accuracy: C = (TI)^v – t, in which the likelihood of gossip being circulated (C) equals its timeliness (T) times its interest (I) to the power of its unverifiability (v) minus the reluctance someone might feel about repeating it out of taste (t).

Despite gossip’s dodgy reputation, a surprisingly small share of it—as little as 3 to 4 percent—is actually malicious. And even that portion can bring people together. Researchers at the University of Texas and the University of Oklahoma found that if two people share negative feelings about a third person, they are likely to feel closer to each other than they would if they both felt positively about him or her.

Gossip may even make us better people. A team of Dutch researchers reported that hearing gossip about others made research subjects more reflective; positive gossip inspired self-improvement efforts, and negative gossip made people prouder of themselves. In another study, the worse participants felt upon hearing a piece of negative gossip, the more likely they were to say they had learned a lesson from it. Negative gossip can also have a prosocial effect on those who are gossiped about. Researchers at Stanford and UC Berkeley found that once people were ostracized from a group due to reputed selfishness, they reformed their ways in an attempt to regain the approval of the people they had alienated.

By far the most positive assessment of gossip, though, comes courtesy of the anthropologist and evolutionary psychologist Robin Dunbar. Once upon a time, in Dunbar’s account, our primate ancestors bonded through grooming, their mutual back-scratching ensuring mutual self-defense in the event of attack by predators. But as hominids grew more intelligent and more social, their groups became too large to unite by grooming alone. That’s where language - and gossip, broadly defined—stepped in. Dunbar argues that idle chatter with and about others gave early humans a sense of shared identity and helped them grow more aware of their environment, thus incubating the complex higher functioning that would ultimately yield such glories of civilization as the Talmud, Pascal, and Ann Landers.

So the next time you’re tempted to dish the dirt, fear not—you may actually be promoting cooperation, boosting others’ self-esteem, and performing the essential task of the human family. That’s what I heard, anyway.

https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2018/07/gossip-is-good/561737/

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