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calmlyerratic · 2 months

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Encounters of the Future Sort

Chapter 3: The Calm Before the Storm

by @calmlyerratic

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Ch Summary: AU time travel. The Marauders run into Harry.

James' eyes began darting back and forth between Remus, Sirius, and Peter, his mouth slightly ajar.

"Prongs? You all right?" Sirius raised an eyebrow.

He felt Remus' gentle hand on his shoulder. "Er—Sirius, I don't think that's James…"

ch wc: 2.7k — rating: T — cw: none

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Remus' POV

Gryffindor Tower

with Sirius and Peter

April 1st, 1996

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"I think I have banana in my ear," Sirius complained, trying to dig it out with his finger. "A lot of help Prongs was, slippery git."

Sirius, Remus, and Peter had emerged from the battle against Peeves quite scathed, each supporting the stench of dung and the remains of rotted fruit on their clothing. And lodged in their extremities.

"Probably got caught up begging to sign another autograph," Peter huffed, putting a finger to his nose and blowing a chunk of rotted pear out one nostril.

Remus chuckled somewhat manically. "Good one, Wormtail."

The three boys had reached Gryffindor tower and the portrait of the fat lady gazed down upon them.

"Fortis leo," Sirius sighed, wiping his pulpy wand off on his robes. He ran a hand through his hair that usually fell around his face like elegant, dark curtains, but was currently coated in sticky, slimy muck. "Ucckk—I really need a shower."

"You aren't the first to try those words today," the fat lady replied stoically.

Remus groaned. "It isn't fortis leo? Bollocks, I missed last week's Prefect meeting—what is it then?"

The fat lady looked affronted. "You think I'm going to tell you?"

Remus tapped his shiny badge in obvious authority. "I'm a Prefect."

Although, it was his first year with the title and the ins and outs of it were quite grey. He really just wanted a nice hot bath and a nap.

"Are you?" she raised an eyebrow. "I was under the impression that Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger were the new Gryffindor House Prefects."

Sirius and Remus exchanged a glance.

"Weasley?" Remus racked his brain. "Like…Arthur Weasley?"

"Yes, I believe that is his father," the fat lady answered.

Sirius shook his head, amused. "Arthur Weasley left Hogwarts a few years ago, he can't have a son that's a fifth year. Are you feeling all right, sweet lady?"

When Sirius really wanted something, he put on his devilish charms. How someone could be so positively persuasive covered head to toe in dung and rotten fruit, Remus wasn't sure.

The fat lady analyzed them for a moment. "You know, you three look familiar…"

Sirius smiled a dashing smile. "Of course we do—we live beyond your great protection, fair lady."

Remus glanced sideways at him and ever so slightly cocked an eyebrow that said, you're laying it on a little thick.

However, the fat lady blushed, quite flattered, adjusted her pink silk dress and cleared her throat. "Hmm, yes…you do remind me of someone—"

Before she could finish her thought, the portrait hole creaked open and a group of Gryffindors spilled into the corridor.

"Merlin bless," Remus mumbled as the three boys clambered inside.

Peter scanned the cozy common room. "Hmm, no sign of Prongs…"

"Probably already showered and is off chatting up Evans…" Sirius grumbled, disappearing up the spiral stairs to the boys' dormitories.

Remus shrugged at Peter, really not prioritizing this at the moment, and followed Sirius upstairs.

"Whoa, since when have you been so keen on the Chudley Cannons, Wormy?" Sirius laughed, examining Peter's bedpost.

Remus was tired. And quite hungry. Flaming orange quidditch teams meant nothing to him—he was more of a reader. So, when he approached his bed and all of his current reading material wasn't where he left it on the bedside table, his gut wrenched.

"Where are my books?"

"What's that?" Sirius asked, removing his black wizard robes and leaving them in a dark heap on the floor.

"My books…they're not here."

"I dunno, Moony." Sirius shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe the elves have been in to tidy?"

"No," Remus shook his head. "They never move my books."

"I'm really more concerned about the taste of dung in my mouth," Sirius wrinkled his nose unpleasantly. "I heavily advise you not to kiss me right now."

"Duly noted," Remus rubbed the back of his neck.

"Hey, what the hell is this?" Sirius opened his bedside drawer where he kept his toothbrush and it overflowed with chocolate frog cards. "Are these yours, Wormtail?"

"No, I gave all mine to my cousin last year." Peter frowned.

Sirius held a card up and it shimmered in the light spilling in from the window. "Huh."

"Er…I don't remember hanging these." Peter gazed around at his vibrant bedpost flair.

"Moony," Sirius drew his handsome eyebrows together, "something isn't right…"

Remus was exhausted, covered in pulpy fruit, he had missed lunch, the full moon was three days away, and his books were missing. It was a recipe for disaster. Not to mention the lingering uneasiness from the exploding cauldron that morning…

"Moony?" Sirius pried softly, sensing the calm before the storm. "What do you reckon?"

Remus ran a finger up and down the long scar trailing across his nose. "I reckon I need a shower and a snack, before I can reckon."

"Okay, Moony." Sirius nodded calmly, (almost irritatingly so, in Remus' opinion)."You go ahead, Wormy and I will wait."

Remus opened the trunk at the foot of his bed, hoping to find a change of clothes, but quickly realized that it was not actually his trunk at all. He closed it again with a great *SNAP* that made Peter jump and resolved to scorgify his disgusting clothes clean.

However, there was a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach that even a hot shower couldn't wash away.

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Hermione

Hogwarts Corridors

with Ginny and James

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"Isn't she loveee-ly,"

Hermione glanced sideways at Harry, who was moving his head to an imaginary tune. A tune confusingly indicating his romantic interest towards Lily Evans, no less. She hadn't quite made sense of it all yet, but if it was dark magic it probably wasn't logical anyway. The key with dark magic was to catch it quickly, so the sooner they got to Madam Pomfrey, the better.

"Where is Evans again?" Harry asked, tousling his messy raven hair very uncharacteristically.

"Erm, s-she's in the hospital wing."

Hermione glanced nervously around. The last thing they needed today was to run into a member of the inquisitorial squad, or worse...

"Wait—the hospital wing?" Harry stopped short. "Is she all right?"

"She's fine," Ginny reassured, pulling him firmly along the corridor stairs. "I think she, er, needed a calming draught. Pre-exam stress, you know?

Harry nodded, knitting his brow. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense..."

Hermione had been wondering if it would happen—if Harry would give way under the enormous pressure he'd been under. So much had happened in the last few weeks, and she knew he felt responsible for a lot of it. The DA had been caught, Dumbledore had been sacked, and Umbridge was now Headmistress. Not to mention their rapidly approaching O.W.L's. This overwhelming sequence of events had Hermione just as on edge as everyone else, hanging on to a thread of what little peace of mind she had left.

"Isn't she woonderfuul—"

Hermione needed a calming draught too. Or a perhaps a large butterbeer.

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Remus

Boys Dormitories

with Sirius and Peter

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"Moony…you have to see this."

Remus emerged from the loo to Sirius and Peter sitting on what should be James' bed—but was discerningly not—hovering over a leather-bound picture album.

"Do I?" Remus muttered.

A blast of hot air shot out of his wand, which he pointed at his hair like a blow drier. He shuddered from the sudden warmth, feeling quite sleepy.

"Still grumpy, but at least you smell nice," Sirius winked.

"Pushing your luck, Padfoot."

"Look," Peter was wide-eyed. He held up the album and pointed to a photo. "It's us."

Remus crossed the dorm and narrowed his eyes. It was a photo of the four Marauders: they had their arms around each other's shoulders and were laughing.

But, there was something strange...they looked more mature. Sirius was taller than James, wherein now they were the same height. And was that—

"Lily?" Remus knit his brow. "Is she—"

"Snogging Prongs," Sirius shook his head solemnly. "Never thought I'd see the day. Wait 'til you see the one of their wedding…"

Peter flipped through the album. Sure enough, Sirius was right. James was wearing black dress robes and Lily was all in white.

Remus met Sirius' lovely silver eyes in accusation. "You aren't pulling my leg?"

Sirius shook his head sincerely.

"I wish I was. I think we may have unwittingly entered apocalyptic times, Moony." He got to his feet. "Don't spontaneously combust while I'm gone—if the sun goes black, take shelter!"

Remus ignored him as he disappeared into the loo. "Pete, where did you find this?"

"It was here," Peter pointed to James' bed. "Just laying here!"

Peter looked up and around the ceiling like it had fallen from the heavens.

"Do you…d'you think it's really us? It looks just like us."

"I dunno, Pete." Remus breathed out, massaging his eyes. He should be angry, but he was too tired. "Let me think for a moment…"

Remus laid down on his bed. Or was it even his bed? He didn't know anymore. The facts were outweighing the speculation at this point. He really had been looking forward to a quiet Saturday afternoon of reading—not cleaning up after another one of James and Sirius' barmy excursions.

That bloody cauldron…

"So, darling Moony," Sirius flopped onto the bed beside him, jolting him from a nap he must've slipped into. "I know you have some sort of, ah—reasonable revelation? Let's hear it."

Remus rolled onto his back and stared at the celling. He took a deep breath.

Factual, Remus, he told himself. Be factual. Maybe it's not as bad as it seems…

"Well, for one, that kid who called James 'Harry'." Remus held up a finger. "For another, I could have sworn I knew the password—I thought we used it just this morning after breakfast?"

"Yeah we did," Peter nodded anxiously, pulling at a loose thread on the sleeve of his robes.

"The fat lady didn't recognize us…" Remus continued, decidedly not vocalizing that she thought Arthur Weasley's son was the fifth year Prefect and she didn't seem to know who any of them were.

"And the weather also, not to mention I don't like the Cannons—and the photo album?"

"He's getting there, Wormy." Sirius was watching Remus like he was a tornado forming and there was a wind advisory.

Peter held up a photo of himself in a bowler hat with a feather sticking out of it. "I don't wear bloody bowler hats."

Yup, Remus breathed out. This was bad.

Peter looked back and forth between Sirius and Remus. "Is no one else concerned about this? This isn't even our dorm!"

"We're all very concerned, Wormtail." Sirius rolled his eyes, quite downplaying the whole situation in obvious guilt. He was a master blame shifter.

"I think…" Remus chewed on his lip. His stomach grumbled loudly. "I think I need food before I implode on myself like a dying star."

"As you know," Sirius smiled dashingly, like the wind of storm Moony had begun and he was encouraging them all to take shelter. "I'm quite versed in the language of the stars. I concur—to the kitchens! But first, Wormtail, you bloody reek."

Peter put a hand to his mousy hair, caked with rotten fruit pulp, and grimaced. "Right…"

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James

Hospital Wing

with Hermione and Ginny

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Hermione, Ginny, and James approached a large stone unicorn fountain that marked the entrance to the hospital wing.

"Wait here Har—I mean James," Ginny winked, red pony-tail blazing behind her as the two girls left him just inside the Infirmary entrance.

James was nervous. He hoped Lily was here because of exam nerves and not relating to the exploding cauldron from this morning...

"I trust there is a good reason for this intrusion?" he overheard Madam Pomfrey say. She was spooning some disgusting looking green liquid into a glass which she handed to her patient.

"Yes...er, well, it's Harry…" Hermione motioned over to James, who pretended to busy himself tying his shoe. "He's not, erm, feeling himself."

"That's no surprise, poor soul, having to deal with so much..." Madam Pomfrey sighed. "A calming draught should set him straight."

"Well, you see," Ginny began awkwardly. She glanced around and lowered her voice. "He, er, thinks he's his father..."

My father? James thought. What are they on about?

"Hey, I don't see Evans here," James called. This prank was getting a bit odd. "Tell her I'll catch up with her later, yeah? I still need to find Sirius, Remus, and Peter."

Madam Pomfrey clutched her heart. She bustled over, grabbed James's arm and led him to a vacant bed. "Sit, dear boy."

"Oh-okay?" James sat and Hermione and Ginny peered at him anxiously.

Madam Pomfrey waved her wand silently over his face and chest.

"What are you doing?" James knit his brow.

She finished her incantations and lit the tip of her wand, shining it into his eyes.

"Pupils are dilating..." she murmured. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Is this part of the prank too?" He asked Hermione and Ginny. "Persistent, I'll give you that. Bringing Madam Pomfrey in on it, really next level—"

"Answer the question please, dear." Madam Pomfrey prompted firmly.

"Yeah, okay." James shook his head, a bit annoyed at being cornered by the strict matron. "My name—it's James Potter."

Madam Pomfrey stifled a gasp but gathered herself quickly. "A-and what year is it?"

"It's April 1st, 1976."

"Harry..." Hermione sat at the foot of his bed with imploring eyes. "It's April 1st, 1996."

"Ohh, so not a parallel dimension? Time travel, is it?" James cocked an eyebrow, leaning backwards onto the bed and running a hand through his already tousled hair.

Madam Pomfrey clasped a hand over her mouth as she watched him, like he had suddenly gone spectral. She turned very seriously to Hermione and Ginny.

"There's no sign of injury or traces of dark magic," Madam Pomfrey assured, like James wasn't sitting right there. "There is some quantity of magical residue...but that's not an entirely uncommon substance, especially when emotions are high."

"Magical residue?" James puzzled. She must be referring to what Remus had sensed in the Room of Requirement. "I'm confused—"

Madam Pomfrey gently set her hand on his forearm.

"We know, dear. Let me fix you a calming draught and you'll feel right as rain." She squeezed his arm and disappeared into her office.

James waited until she was out of earshot, then turned to Hermione and Ginny.

"Look, I respect your dedication but this is kind of becoming a drag."

He jumped to his feet and waved a hand in farewell, with a disarming smile.

"Peeves is at large and I'm a deserter, so...nice to meet you both, I appreciate your time, and see you around!"

Hermione and Ginny stared blankly after him, mouths slightly agape, as he jogged through the large wooden infirmary doors and out of their sights.

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Sirius

Corridors

with Remus and Peter

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"D'you think Hermione'll let me copy off the essay Snape set us?"

"Probably not. Worth a go though…"

Remus, Sirius and Peter were in a dim corridor in the dungeons, just outside the kitchens, as they overheard these two unfamiliar voices.

"Hmm wonder who that is? I hardly ever see anyone down here," Sirius mused. Tickling the pear in the painting outside the kitchens was a bit of a coveted secret.

Two boys about the Marauder's age turned the corner. One had red hair and was quite tall and lanky; the other had spectacles and jet-black hair that stuck up in the back—

"Oi! Prongs!" Sirirus shouted.

The two new boys came to a sudden halt and laid very wide eyes upon the three Marauders. The red head, who had a mouthful of sweets, was gaping so widely that crumbs fell to the floor.

"Where the hell did you go off to, then?" Sirius rounded on James. "We had to fend Peeves off by ourselves! Luckily he found some first years to go after…"

James appeared frozen to the spot. He was looking at Sirius like he didn't believe he was real.

"Prongs?" Sirius took a step towards him.

The red haired boy had turned chalk-white. He took a step backwards as Sirius encroached, tugged at James' robes, and swallowed hard.

"Harry…have I gone mad or a-are y-you seeing this too—?"

James' eyes began darting back and forth between Remus, Sirius, and Peter, his mouth slightly ajar.

"Prongs? You all right?" Sirius raised an eyebrow.

He felt Remus' gentle hand on his shoulder. "Er—Sirius, I don't think that's James…"

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Read chapter 4 here.

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Notes: So sorry to leave you all here! Next chapter starts off quite a bit more seriously with an interesting point of view…then gets lighter with some more banter and shenanigans, don't worry :)

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zeebee3 · 2 months

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Opening Lines

Thank you @so-scarlett-maroon for tagging me!

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have, if fewer) posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!

Inhabit

Draco/Hermione, one-shot, 8.5k, E

“There’s no way.” Hermione prided herself in always keeping an open mind, but even she had limits on what she’d take someone’s word on.

Tell Me What I Am

Draco/Hermione, one-shot, 6k, E

From the time Hermione was twelve, she knew she would marry Ronald Weasley.

Say Please

Draco/Hermione, WIP 3/5 ch, 23k so far, E

Hermione ought to have known better than to challenge Ginny on something, particularly when the subject was football and even more particularly when the consequences were so dire.

A Fair Trade

Draco/Tom Riddle, one-shot, 5.5k, E

He should have taken a town car.

Mind-Killer

Ginny/Pansy, one-shot, 6.2k, E

It was Friday night and the Leaky was packed.

You Do It For Me

Draco/Hermione, WIP 41/?, 195k so far, E

It wasn’t working.

Work It Out

Draco/Hermione, one-shot, 11k, E

“I thought we were hanging out.” Hermione watched as Ginny pulled a tight-fitting top over her sports bra.

It Was A Sunny Day

Draco/Hermione, one-shot, 7.4k, E

Hermione had always prided herself on her mind.

Just Be Cool

Scorpius & Draco, one-shot, 7k, M

Being a Granger-Malfoy was a combination that usually served Scorpius quite well.

The Noble and Most Ancient

Draco/Theo/Hermione, WIP 4/23, 17k so far, E

She’d been shaking more and more.

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Observations!

Okay, this was so fun.

If it's a Hermione POV fic, it appears that I start it with a statement about her mind or mental state ("...prided herself on keeping an open mind" (which I use twice! lol!), "it wasn't working", "ought to have known better" etc). The one exception is "She'd been shaking more and more" but that's not NOT about her mental state so...sort of counts?

If it's not Hermione POV, it seems that I start with a physical grounding ("leaky was packed" "should have taken a town car" "being a Granger-Malfoy...")

Which is such an interesting pattern! And completely unintentional. Now I want to look through my other fics, too, to see if the pattern holds...

I'm going to tag @biirdiee, @ellieauthor, and @saffrongin! (Feel free to ignore if tag games aren't your thing).

#ao3 fanfic #hp fanfiction #dramione #tag game #my fics

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toomanyfandoms-notenoughfics · 8 months

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Celestial Beings

Chapter Six: Mirror Mirror

Characters: Reader, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Molly Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Hermione Granger

Summary: Dinner with the Weasleys and a bit of a tour of the house.

Word Count: 3,031

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, mentions of murder

Reminders: @rainychaosmiracle

(Y/n) had been out of the cell for a little more than 4 hours, exploring every aspect of her new room. She hadn’t found any secret pathways, no hidden jinxes, it was all safe. Her own space with seemingly no strings attached. It was a new experience for her, not having to make her entire existence as minuscule as possible.

There was a knock at the door, making her jump and drop the book she had just picked up to read. The book landed directly on her toes, making her yelp in pain. There was a muffled voice on the other side of the door, sounding concerned.

“Come in!” (Y/n) sat on the edge of her bed, rubbing her foot. “I got startled and dropped a book on my foot, nothing major.”

“Uh, sorry I didn’t mean to spook you.” The lanky redheaded boy said. “Mom told me to get you for dinner, she’s making pot pies with mashed potatoes and garlic bread.”

“Oh, sure yeah I’ll be down in just a second.” she eyed the boy, watching as he avoided making eye contact with her. “Or are you supposed to escort me there?”

“I’m not sure, but I am already on thin ice with her so…” he said, hands in his pockets.

“Right, don’t want to get in any more trouble than you already are.” (Y/n) stood up, looking in the mirror of her dresser and fixing her hair. “Okay, let’s get this over with. Lead the way, little Weasley.”

“Ron. It’s Ron,” he muttered, walking just ahead of her. The closer they got to the dining room, the more pleasant the air smelt.

The dining room was brightly lit, with candles floating above the table gently. Food placed perfectly on the table, and everyone’s already sat down, chatting. The mood changes as soon as (y/n) walks in, with silence replacing the warm mood. Ron takes a seat next to Hermione, whispering something in her ear.

“I saved you a spot over here, (y/n).” Sirius patted the chair next to his own, smiling at her. “It also just so happens to be directly in front of the potatoes, which Molly says are extra delicious tonight.”

“Kids, introduce yourselves,” Molly instructed as (y/n) sat down, keeping her eyes averted.

“I’m Fred,” one of the two twin boys said, offering her a small smile.

“And I’m George,” the other said, elbowing his brother.

“I’ve met Ron, Ginny, and Hermione already.” (Y/n) reminded everyone. The children all looked at each other nervously. “Alright, can we clear the air in here? I can tell that none of you children really want me here, or trust my being here. So go ahead, let it out, it’s fine.”

“(Y/n) I don’t think-” Molly started, only for Hermione to interrupt.

“Are you actually his daughter?” the muggle-born blurted out, looking directly at her plate.

“Yes.” (Y/n) answered. “Anyone else?”

“Do you have the mark?” George asked.

“No, I’ve never had to get it. The marks are just ways to keep track of his followers, I have his blood.” (Y/n) shrugged, putting a heaping amount of potatoes on her own plate. “No need for it when you can just do a simple scrying spell.”

“How many people have you killed?” Ron inquired. Everyone looked at him wide-eyed. Everyone except (y/n), who didn’t even flinch.

“Depends,” she smirked to herself. “Do you count Death Eaters as people?”

“You’ve killed Death Eaters? Why?” Fred leaned forward, intrigued.

“Only one, it wasn’t entirely in my control. I don’t remember it, I’ve just been told that my mother never survived giving birth to me.” (Y/n) picked up a pot pie and placed it atop her potatoes. “On that note though, I would like to eat now instead of answering questions, if that’s alright with all of you?”

“Yes, let’s eat.” Remus claps his hands together, sharing a worried look with Sirius.

The rest of dinner was filled with idle chit-chat between the kids, a few conversations growing louder than the others. (Y/n) just focused on eating as much as she possibly could while she could. By the end of dinner, she was stuffed full, having eaten three pot pies, four massive helpings of potatoes, and two pieces of garlic bread. When Molly brought out the chocolate cake (y/n) nearly fainted.

“Molly, I mean this honestly, stop being such a good cook,” she said finishing her second slice of cake. “It’s unfair to everyone else. Not only to other cooks but also to those of us eating it.”

“Oh, you’re just saying that!” Molly blushed.

“I agree, Molly. You’re one of the best masters of the kitchen I’ve ever met.” Remus wipes chocolate from the side of his face. “(Y/n), I don’t mean to embarrass you but you’ve got frosting on your chin.”

“Yeah, I’ll get it in a second. I’m stuffed.” she leaned back in her chair, a smile on her face. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this full. It’s fantastic!”

“What, did the Malfoy’s not feed you?” Ron asked.

“No, they did, I was just kept on a very strict diet. Except for a couple of times when Lucius was teaching me how to survive in the forest with nothing.” Everyone looked at her confused. (Y/n) rolled her eyes. “Okay, I’m going to say this once, and only once. Don’t feel bad or whatever about how I grew up. Life is unfair, get over it.”

“Kids, how about you all go to the parlor room?” Molly suggested, gathering up their empty plates. “I think Remus and Sirius want to have some quality time with our guest.”

The children all quietly left, mumbling quick “goodbyes” and “good nights” to the adults as they left. Molly went to the kitchen, taking all of the empty plates and dirtied cups with her. Remus got up and shut the door to the hallway while Sirius closed the one to the kitchen.

“Did I do something wrong?” (Y/n) looked at the men nervously.

“What? No, you aren’t in trouble, (y/n).” Remus chuckles, taking his seat. “We just wanted to see how you were liking your new room, besides you still need a tour.”

“Want anything to drink?” Sirius asked, pouring himself a glass of wine.

“I’m fine, thanks.” she shakes her head. Sirius shrugs and sits down, taking a drink of his wine. “It’s a nice room. I’m still not completely used to it, it’s only been a few hours after all.”

“Are the decorations to your liking?” Sirius inquired.

“Yeah, they’re great… I’m sorry I feel like I did something wrong still.” (Y/n)‘s eyes darted between the men.

“I’m being honest, you’re not in any trouble,” Remus reassured her, offering a comforting smile. “Now, while Sirius finishes his drink, would you like me to give you a tour?”

“Uh, sure.” (Y/n) stands up and follows Remus to the hallway. He passes the stairs and turns down another hallway.

“This is the way to the first-floor bathroom, two of the guest rooms, and the laundry room,” Remus explains. “Now if we go back this way,” he leads her to the hallway in front of the stairs connecting to the dining room. “I’m sure you can tell that that’s the front door.”

“Well the extreme barrier spell in front of it might be a bit of a clue,” she says sarcastically. “You know, that or the coat hangers and shoes next to the door might also give it away.”

“Right, well to the left of the front door is the living room, then you’ve got the music room, the parlor room, and your first restricted room.” Remus points at each doorway. “There’s also a cleaning closet right under the stairs I forgot to mention.”

“Do I get to know what the “restricted room” actually is, or do I get to put it together myself?” she asks

“It’s an old room that’s falling apart, to be honest.” he sighs. “It was stuffed full of old furniture and tools.”

“So it’s just a mess? Lame, I was hoping you were doing some cool experiments.” (Y/n) looked genuinely disappointed. Remus chuckled and headed up the stairs, (y/n) following behind him quickly. She tripped on the top step, reaching for the railing on the wall to catch herself she instead pulled a curtain off of a portrait.

“YOU FILTHY HALF-BREED! YOU BLOOD TRAITORS!” the woman in the painting started screaming at the top of her lungs. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! OUT ALL OF YOU!”

“Fucking hell, shut up, Mother!” Sirius shouted, running up the stairs and quickly covering her with the curtain once more. “For Merlin’s sake, she never changes.”

“That was your…” the young woman trailed off, confused. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, wake her?”

“It’s not your fault, (Y/n).” Remus helps her up, gently dusting off her shoulders. “You didn’t trip on purpose, and you also didn’t know about her portrait. We keep her covered, otherwise, she just yells.”

“I think I’m going to go to bed early tonight. Suddenly sleep sounds very pleasant.” Sirius flashes a quick smile and pushes past the two others. “Goodnight to the both of you. (Y/n) if you need anything later, feel free to knock.”

“On that lovely note, let’s continue.” Remus turns and begins walking. (Y/n) stays frozen in place, her eyes flicking from the portrait to Sirius’s door as he disappears. “(Y/n)? Are you coming?”

“Do I sound like that?” she asked quietly, not looking at him. “Do I sound that, that cruel?”

“What?” Remus was taken aback. “(Y/n), Sirius’s mother and you are nothing alike. Not really, sure you’ve said a few similar things, but that’s as far as that goes. She was cold, all the way through. Nothing Sirius ever did could please her, not that she ever really wanted to be pleased. She refused to listen to anything other than her own twisted opinions.

“You’ve met Bellatrix before I imagine? She was a lot like her, angry at the world and in love with destroying anything she couldn’t have. She was a follower of your father, a devout one too. Pulled Sirius’s brother into it too.” Remus paused. “Don’t tell him I told you anything about his brother though. It’s a touchy subject.”

“I still don’t see how I’m any different.” she frowned.

“(Y/n), you’re standing in front of me, a werewolf, and having an actual conversation. You’re changing, whether you mean to or not, it is happening.” Remus places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You’ve had these ideologies forced down your throat, literally branded into your brain since you were an infant. Of course, you’ve said and probably done a lot of horrible things, but you’re not entirely at fault. You’re learning still.”

“I guess.” she sighs. “Let’s just continue the tour.”

“Well, let’s finish this floor for the night, and then you can go to bed. There’s a room that Sirius wanted to show you with me.” Remus continues, showing her the bathrooms, the other bedrooms, and the small dusty library that needed a lot of TLC.

Remus ended his small tour by walking (y/n) to her room door, bidding her goodnight and good dreams before going into his own bedroom. She was just about to enter her room when she heard someone whispering down the hall. She poked her head out but saw no one in the vicinity. Very carefully and quietly she tip-toed closer to where she believed the voice had come from. A floorboard creaked just outside of Sirius’s room, making her freeze in place, patiently listening for footsteps.

After what seemed like forever, (y/n) decided it was safe enough to continue. The whispering seemed to get slightly louder the closer she got to the darkest part of the hall. She passed by a few sleeping portraits, being as careful as possible not to disturb them. Her only source of light anymore was the faint glow from the hallway behind her and the barrier spells pulsating as she got closer to where she probably wasn’t supposed to venture. Suddenly instead of the reds through the greens of the barrier, she saw something surrounded by an electric purple, bright enough to make her squint.

Carefully, she reached forwards, lightly brushing the top of the strangely colored object. As soon as her fingers touched the cold metal she knew what it was; a hand-held mirror. Grasping the handle she turned it around so she could see her reflection, trying to make out what was being said. It wasn’t until she brought it up closer to her face that she noticed it wasn’t her in the reflection.

(Y/n)‘s blood ran cold, her breathing paused, and her face paled. It was her father in the mirror, looking directly at her, a smile on his face that didn’t meet his eyes whatsoever. She dropped the mirror like it was a hot iron, making a loud thud on the ground. She jumped backward hard enough to knock the lighting fixture off the wall. Sirius’s door swung open at the end of the hall.

“(Y/n)?” he called out, just barely seeing her at the end of the darkened hall. He quickly made his way to her. The closer he got the more he could see she was shaking. “(Y/n), what’s going on? (Y/n)?”

“I-I heard… I thought that-that it was just something old. I didn’t, I didn’t think he could do that.” she pointed at the mirror. “He was just, smiling at me.”

“You don’t mean… (y/n) please tell me you’re not talking about You-Know-Who.” Sirius reached for the mirror but she kicked it farther away.

“Don’t. I don’t know what he would do if he saw…you.” (Y/n) warned, doing her best to keep breathing. “I can, I can get rid of it. Maybe he doesn’t know, right? Maybe he thinks that I have a mirror in my… my cell?”

“(Y/n) look at me, please.” Sirius pleaded. “Please, tell me it wasn’t him.”

“I-I wish I could, I really, really wish I could.” she started sobbing uncontrollably. Sirius wrapped his arms around her, trying his best to comfort her. “He always knows, always!”

“Come on, let’s go somewhere else for a bit, okay?” Sirius helped her up, heading to his room. “Here, I’m going to go and get Moo-Remus real quick, you go in my room and make yourself comfortable okay?”

(Y/n) nodded, opening his door and entering the room. It wasn’t quite what she expected. It was messy, yes however it was more clutter than trash. Like he had too much stuff and not enough space. His bed was unmade, a pile of blankets on the floor next to it. There was a small desk with a lamp in one corner, papers and letters stacked on top. She sat on the old fraying chair next to the bed, grabbing a knitted blanket and wrapping it around herself.

She could hear Remus and Sirius talking outside the door. They were worried about what Voldemort possibly knew, what plans he might’ve heard, and how long he could’ve been listening for. They also were talking about (y/n), nothing she could quite make out, only catching a few words here or there. She tightened the blanket around her, bringing her knees to her chest. They walked in, Sirius hushing the other.

“(Y/n), are you okay?” Remus asked, his hands fidgeting.

“You think I knew, don’t you?” she accused. “You think I had something to do with… I just heard whispering and went towards it. If I knew what that was, I wouldn’t have even touched it.”

“Hey, no one is accusing you of anything,” Sirius said softly, stepping in front of Remus. “We’re worried about you, that’s all.”

“(Y/n), I didn’t hear any whispering when I left you at your room,” Remus told her, watching her eyes tear up slightly.

“I heard it, I swear!” she pleaded. “It sounded like someone calling for me at first, over and over. The closer I got to… to the mirror it got louder, but I couldn’t understand it.”

“Remus now isn’t the time for this,” Sirius warned. Remus nodded in agreement.

“Of course, you’re right Pads.” Remus pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry (y/n), it’s just a lot to take in.”

“It’s fine.” she lied, plastering a fake smile on her face, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I’m fine, I think I just need some sleep.”

“(Y/n), it’s okay if you don’t want to be by yourself tonight,” Sirius tells her, confused by her sudden change in demeanor. She had gone from a sobbing mess to calm and collected in a matter of moments. “One of us can stay in your room with you if you want, or you can stay in here. Your choice completely.”

“No, I’m just being over dramatic again. I’ll be fine, truly.” she placed the blanket back on the pile, heading to the door. “I’ll just head to bed though, sleep it off.”

“Overreacting?” Remus quirked his eyebrow, looking confused at Sirius.

“Yeah, it happens sometimes.” she takes a deep breath, avoiding their eye contact. “Good night you two. Sorry to have bothered your rest.”

As quickly as everything happened she pretended it didn’t. She left both the men confused in that room as she went into her own, ignoring the sound of whispers further down the hall. She closed the door silently and immediately fell to the ground, doing her best to keep her composure. She forced herself onto her feet and flopped down on the bed, utterly exhausted from the day.

As tired as she was she couldn’t sleep, only seeing her father’s face smiling at her in the mirror whenever she closed her eyes. His teeth bared, almost laughing at her. It was almost enough to drive her mad. She curled up in a blanket, deciding to do her best to keep her eyes open.

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘪𝘹}~~

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dreamerofasgard · 3 months

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Artifacts of Merlin

Chapter Two -

Train rides and Hidden Ties

Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

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Warnings: Arguing, teasing, swearing, cuteness

Today was the day, you waited for Hermione at the normal spot on Platform 9¾. This morning you got dressed quickly in a blue blouse and black pelleted skirt, your mother always swore that you dressed as if Ravenclaw was more than just your house but your whole wardrobe. You were more than a half-hour earlier than the past couple of years due to your excitement. Taking a seat with your things and your two animal companions, Lyra your cat, and Hawthorn your owl, you began to go over what you know about the coded book to pass the time. Looking over what you know, it becomes clear that Merlin may have originally written in code to protect what he found from dark wizards.

Given that Morgan le Faye was one of the most powerful witches, a dark one at that, and a part of Authur's court it made the most sense for such caution but the more you looked at the code the more confusing it got. Once you were at Hogwarts you'd have access to all your code and cipher books again but until then you had to work with what you remember. The first thing about any code was to check for repeating words which you found quickly when Draco first presented the tome and journals to you.

Now all you had to do was figure out which words were part of the code and which were filler, you sighed as you looked over the passage you had copied. What words truly didn’t belong and which were the true code yet to be deciphered? As you sat there confused at your notes you didn’t hear the soft footsteps on the tile making their way towards you.

“We aren’t even on the train yet and you are already studying without me,” Hermione dressed in her normal casual clothes said as she set Crookshanks down to play with Lyra before sitting down next to you.

“Studying without you, never” closing your notebook before turning to look at Hermione, “Just a little puzzle Draco gave me to keep my mind extra sharp to beat you at the History of Magic, again,” you said as you hugged your her.

“I doubt Malfoy can help you beat me at anything, but I’ll take your word for it. Since you two are totally not into each other or anything of the sort,” she said as she looked down at the pen Draco got you for last Christmas.

“Hey now look who’s talking. You spent most of the summer at the Weasley’s and all you did other than fight with Ron was think about him,” you said crossing your arms as your cheeks turned red.

“Well he’s just being difficult and an oaf,” Hermione said as she looked down at the floor while blushing “Besides its not like we don’t hang out a lot we are practically glued to each other once Harry is around.” Saying as she looks up at you as another friend starts approaching from behind you as Hermione scowls at them.

“Well I think the three of you need to-AHH” you were cut off as someone tickled your sides from behind as you elbowed them in the stomach hearing them groan.

Hermione couldn’t help but chuckle as she saw Draco Malfoy dressed in an all-black suit hunched over holding his stomach as a ‘punishment’ for sneaking up and tickling you.

“Not funny Granger,” Draco said as he looked at the Gryffindor annoyed before he then Y/n turned around and looked at him, “Merlin’s sake Y/n that hurt.”

“Haven't I told you not to sneak up on me Draco,” you said jokingly as you got up and helped him sit down next to you. “Don’t you remember what happened last time someone did that?”

“I remember. I remember.” He said as he sat down on the small bench with you and Hermione as he leaned his head back groaning in pain.

“Says the one who didn’t learn from it and did it anyway,” Hermione said as she rolled her eyes. It was no secret that Hermione didn’t much care for Draco but in recent years he had become tolerable since she saw firsthand how different he was with you around.

“Last I remember I didn’t scare her, it was that Weasbee and Pottah,” Draco said as he looked over at Hermione with an amused expression, “I remember that I was working with Y/n in potions like always and Weasbee thought it would be a grand idea to try and take her wand while she was adding to the potion but he bumped her and then the potion blew up.” He said chuckling lightly before groaning again as his stomach still hurt.

“Ron bumped into her because Goyle and Crabbe behave like toddlers, you insufferable blonde ferret,” Hermione argued as you rolled your eyes at your two friends fighting like siblings.

"Hey now Harry dared Ron to do it," you tried to say before Hermione took out her frustration on Draco.

“Ferret? Why am I a ferret?” He said while sitting up and looking at both Hermione and Y/n as she shrugged her shoulders just as confused as he was.

"Because you are a spoiled, privileged, know-it-all trickster who up until two years ago was a bully toward me and so many other students," Hermione said as she looked at the blonde shooting daggers.

"And I've apologized for it," Draco said slightly pissed off as he looked from you to Hermione "I know I wasn't exactly the best these past couple of years," Draco said calmly as he looked over at Hermione before looking at you sadly as he knew that you hated the fighting. "I'm trying my best to make up for what I've done."

"I understand that Malfoy, but just because you are taking the right steps doesn't mean everyone will be quick to forgive you," Hermione said calmly while gathering her stuff and cat, "I'll see you later Y/n," she said before walking towards the Weasleys and Harry who just showed up.

"You have to admit Draco," you turn and look at him, "She is right. You kinda did put most of Gryffindor through hell until last year."

"I know I know," he says while looking down at the train station floor. "Thankfully you talked some sense into me before I got worse." He said shifting a bit in his seat remembering how angry you were after the Buckbeck incident. "Though I still don't understand how you tolerate Granger when she gets like that," Draco said as he sat up and looked over at the mostly ginger group as they chatted.

"Because despite how much you two hate each other my life wouldn't be complete without my two amazing and smart best friends," you said smiling at the blonde boy.

"When you put it that way it seems as though your friendship with both of them makes you feel whole, like how mooncalves without the moon hide away during the day. They would be lonely without the light of the moon every night,” said the soft angelic voice of Luna Lovegood as she knelt down to play with Lyra as both Draco and you looked at her dumbfounded.

“Luna you scare me sometimes with how accurate you are,” Y/n said as you smiled at your whimsical friend.

"And how you randomly appear," Draco said under his breath as you nudged him slightly, "I'm just saying."

"You two remind me of these Kneazles I raised over the summer," Luna started as she picked up your cat, "Both searching for some new adventure but coming back together when it gets too hard to go alone," she said mysteriously as she handed Draco the cat before leaving to get her stuff as the Hogwarts Express that just pulled into the station.

"We remind her of what?" Draco turned to you confused as Lyra played with his black tie.

"Apparently cats. But it was maybe, sweet? I don't know anymore" You said smiling a bit as you stood up and began to gather your things. "Come on now ferret boy we got a train to board." turning to him as you loaded up your trolly.

Draco groaned as he stood up and walked with you pushing his trolly as your cat jumped from his shoulder onto your trolly. "Really? I'm not a ferret," he said as he looked down slightly annoyed at the new nickname you made.

"Oh, come on Darco ferrets are smart and brilliant animals. Plus they are some of the cutest mammals out there," you said trying to ignore the blush forming as you nudge him while walking.

Draco blushed slightly as he looked up and smiled at you. "Ferrets are smart and brilliant you say?" he said as he walked with you.

"Indeed my dear Dragon, Hermione may have meant it as an insult but it does suit you," smiling as you parked your trolly by the luggage attendant and put Lyra in her carrier next to Hawthorn.

"Gotta catch up with a few friends," you said as you hugged Draco. "I'll see you and those journals, in a bit okay?"

"Yeah I'll see you soon Y/n," he said as he held you close not knowing that a few friends were watching from inside the train.

Draco POV

After Y/n walked away towards the booth that Hermione was most likely in. Draco just stood there for a minute before going to the booth his friends were in.

"What was that all about?" said Pansy as she was standing arms crossed just inside the hallway of the train.

"Excuse me?" he said confused about what Pansy meant as he tried to walk past her to their normal booth.

"That hug with Y/n. Please tell me you two finally started dating." Pansy said as she continued to block his path while smirking at him.

"No Pansy we didn't," he rolled his eyes, "Now please move I'd like to sit down." Getting more frustrated by the second.

"Well that's a shame, I like how she makes you less grumpy," she said as she stepped out of his way. "And she clearly has-” Before she could continue she was cut off by her boyfriend Blaise Zabini.

“Pansy, let him sit down and relax before you start gossiping, please darling,” Blaise said as Draco finally found his best mate in their normal booth.

“Fine I'll let the 'ferret boy' relax," smirking as she sat down next to Blaise as Draco sighed while sitting down across from the couple.

"You heard that?" Draco questioned as he wasn't angry but more embarrassed than anything else.

"Oh please Dray, I hear everything," Pansy smirked as the train car began to fill up with students from Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

"That's what scares me," said Draco under his breath as he looked out the window and saw all the parents waving at their children from the platform.

Blaise chuckled as he was the only one who heard Draco since Pansy was too busy watching people get onto the train car and carefully eavesdropping on each conversation. Draco's thoughts went to the journals and tome he had you look at. The books were safe in the black messenger bag you got him for Christmas since he put a small protection charm on it just in case someone wanted to take it.

Draco hadn’t been paying much attention to the conversation his friends were having until he felt someone sit down next to him. He turned his head slightly and saw Theo Nott had sat down next to him.

“I see that Draco is his normal quiet self. Nothing interesting happened this summer?” Theo asked as he looked over at his friends.

"Well I can tell you one thing that didn't happen this summer," Pansy said smugly while looking at Draco.

"Oooh, do tell Pansy. I'm all ears about what the 'Prince of Slytherin' wasn't able to achieve," Theo jokingly said as he leaned back looking at Pansy.

"Well our dear prince still hasn't confessed his undying love towards his dear childhood friend Y/n this summer," she said dramatically as Blaise rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"He didn't," Theo said pretending to be shocked as he turned toward Draco. "Come on mate it's been a good while now since you've started 'fixing' up your attitude and building up the courage to tell her how you feel, so why haven't you?" he said teasing Draco's new behavior.

"It's complicated," Draco said coldly as he looked at his friends while loosening his tie.

"Bloody Hell Draco, no it isn't," Theo said while throwing his hands up, "You fancy her, ask her out on a date."

"You are ridiculous," Draco said as he stood up, "Move Nott," almost growling as he looked at Theo.

"Fine be in denial," Theo said as he stood up and moved out of the way. "But just know if you don't make a move, someone else will."

Before anyone else could say anything to Draco he was already out of the train car. On his way, he grabbed the bag with the journals and the tome checking to see if anyone tampered with it. Once he was sure nobody messed with it, he continued to where Y/n would meet him.

Normal POV

You'd been staring out the window waiting for Draco to come with the journals for only a few minutes thinking about all the secrets Merlin kept in his journals. To think after all this time, that one of the greatest wizards of all time's journals were at your disposal, let alone with your best friend. You were too lost in thought to hear the compartment door open and close before someone sat down next to you.

"What are you thinking about?" Draco said as he took out the journals and tome before standing up and closing the compartment blinds carefully.

"Nothing that you don't already know," you said happily as you opened the first journal. "How was the Slytherin gang? Pansy still the school gossip?" you questioned as you took out your notebook and pen.

"Still the school gossip it seems," he said as he took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie before sitting back down next to you, "Blaise is his normal quiet self. Pansy hasn't changed him yet, thankfully," smiling as he watched you began to write some notes.

"I highly doubt that Pansy can change him unless he wanted to though I believe his attitude about blood status has improved since I started helping you understand," looking up from the tome to look Draco in the eyes for a moment before copying down more notes. "Even if it was hard at first."

Draco smiled as he listened to you talk about his friend and how much progress he made since that first day you started 'whipping him into shape'. He'd never admit to anyone except you, his mother, and Blaise how much of an ass he really was two years ago. Theo had made fun of him after he once saw you and Draco practicing with Luna and Neville practicing charms by the Black Lake. Theo complained about how he was hanging out with Looney Lovegood and Loasy Longbottom, for some reason this made Draco mad when he talked about your friends but he didn't understand why.

"Hard yes, but it's easier thanks to you and your endless amount of patience," he said as he looked over at what you were copying down, "Are those star maps?" confused about how you got to star maps.

"I decoded a few of the first lines and they were talking about how 'Casseopia greets the Lion and the Dragon on a cool evening. Once greeted the confusione shall disappear from thy parchment' so I drew up a rough star map to see how the stars would be positioned during the coming months," you said as you explained happily what you found.

"So when do Cassiopeia, Leo, and Draco greet each other in the night sky?" he said awkwardly unsure if this was a big clue or not.

"it seems so but I'll check the star maps in the library to be sure. So how does it feel that your namesake is a part of this riddle my dear dragon?" teasing him a bit as you nudged him playfully.

"Confused yet important," he said as he sat up giving you his smug smirk. "And if it wasn't for me snooping around my family library we wouldn't be on whatever adventure this is." nudging you back as he normally would though it felt a little different.

"Well as much as that is true, you'd be lost without me Draco," smiling as you stood up, "probably best to get changed into my robes before I get lost in the journals"

"I'll stay here till you get back Y/n," smiling as he watched you open the compartment door and close it behind you. He looked over your notes while you were gone trying desperately to read your handwriting when he thought he saw the slightest hint of a heart next to his name.

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training4theapocalypse · 1 year

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Finders Keepers Ch 3. (Cormac McLaggen x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit 18+ (this specific chapter is PG tho)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: McLaggen needs a date for Slughorn's party. It would be stupid to ask you, Alicia Spinnet's ex-girlfriend... right?

A/N: Smut is coming ONE DAY but just not today

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Chapter 3: Poster Girl

Harry Potter was a no-show once again at Slughorn’s dinner party and so Cormac McLaggen didn’t get the chance to grill him. As far as he was concerned, Potter was a decent enough seeker but he didn’t have the strategic mind to be Captain. Not in the way that he did. And if he couldn’t play on the team, McLaggen was determined to give Potter a helping hand with strategy - he wanted Gryffindor to win the cup as much as anyone else.

At the end of dinner, Slughorn announced that he was going to be hosting a Christmas party the day before school stopped for the holidays. McLaggen’s new concern, now taking precedence over Gryffindor’s upcoming game, was who he was going to bring.

“Oi, Belby!” McLaggen catches up with Marcus Belby in the corridor outside Slughorn’s office. “You’re, er, friends with the Ravenclaw Captain, right?”

Belby gives him a quizzical look. “Hardly.”

“You’re in the same house?”

“Yeah, but she’s not exactly approachable. Unless you’re into Quidditch or books… or punching things, probably.”

“But do you know if she’s…” McLaggen searches for what he’s getting at. “It’s just - I wouldn’t mind getting to know her on a first-name basis if you know what I mean?” He adds with a juvenile smirk.

“You’re not seriously thinking of asking her to Slughorn’s Christmas do, are you? Think you’re barking up the wrong tree there, mate.”

Oh. “You reckon?”

Belby snorts. “I mean, yeah, she’s fit but you know she was going out with Alicia?”

“She’s never gone out with any blokes in Ravenclaw?’

“McLaggen, she’s a keeper.” He stresses the last word like it’s synonymous with ‘lesbian’. “And I’ve heard she’s got a poster of Gwenog Jones above her bed.” Before McLaggen can consider this, Belbly leans in and adds quietly. “Look, take my advice. If you want to ask someone who likes a Quidditch player, you should ask her.” He nods at the back of Hermione Granger’s head as she disappears off towards Gryffindor Tower.

Nevertheless, McLaggen finds himself looking forward to double Potions the next day. Despite your hostile reputation, McLaggen and you have been having as much fun as two people can in the confines of a Potions classroom.

At the start and end of your lessons and in the spare moments when you stood together waiting for potions to brew, he enjoyed seeing your face light up animatedly as you reminisced about saves you’d made and he’d do the same, delighted to have someone who was genuinely interested in his play-by-plays, offering him your opinions and asking questions.

And, McLaggen thinks, watching you adjust your ponytail in concentration while you wait for your Hiccoughing Solution to boil over, it doesn’t hurt that you’re not bad to look at either.

“What?” you ask bluntly, noticing him staring at you.

Shit. He changes the subject.

“I just remembered I had meant to tell you Gwenog Jones was at Slughorn’s dinner a couple of weeks ago.”

“She- what!?” You throw your head back wistfully. “I am obsessed with her.” The agonised expression on your face twists a knot in his chest. He’s not sure if it’s a pang of desire or jealousy. Or both.

“Yeah, well, no guessing why you like her,” he says, thinking about what Belby said about the poster above your bed.

“Er, she’s a legendary beater and the Captain of the team I support? Of course, I like her.”

“Yeah, and she’s hot.” He raises his eyebrows.

“Oh, right, yeah. She is.” You say sharply and add the final dash of powdered silver to your cauldron with a throw that he deems is probably more aggressive than necessary. McLaggen quietly adds his powdered silver to his own potion, deciding to drop the subject. He’s keen to distance himself from your notoriously hot temper.

You both wait silently as Slughorn does his rounds, giving both you and McLaggen glowing praise before dismissing the class. It seems to have put you in a better mood because you start talking about your plans to train with the Ravenclaw team tomorrow night as you tidy up your things.

“I’m gonna stay late afterwards and do some drills if you want to get some keeper practice in too?” you ask tentatively.

“Not worried about me spying on your technique?”

“Maybe if you weren’t the reserve keeper.”

You’re teasing him. And he doesn’t know why but he really, really likes it.

It’s unorthodox, to say the least, for players in opposing teams to train with each other. A small part of him wonders, or maybe even hopes that you’re trying to find an excuse to spend more time with him.

You grin at him, waiting for his usual cocky retort and slip your hair free from your ponytail, shaking your head. The swish of your hair sends the scent of coconut his way, and the fragrance reminds him dimly of your first Potions lesson together.

“Listen,” says McLaggen, deciding against best judgement and holding you back as the rest of the class leaves the room. “I think Gwenog is coming to Slughorn’s Christmas party.”

“Don’t rub it in, McLaggen.”

“Well, we can bring someone and I, er…” he clears his throat. “I was wondering if you wanted to come?”

He watches for your reaction - it’s obvious you hadn’t expected this. “To Slughorn’s party? Together?”

“I mean-” he blusters on. “- I thought you might want to come and meet her?”

“It’s just y’know Slughorn’s club… the principle of it.”

“It’s fine if you don’t want to,” he adds quickly. “But it would be more bearable if you were there.”

“Alright then.” You duck under the table to look for your bookbag before he can read your expression. “I’ll go with you. And meet Gwenog, I mean,” you add hastily.

“Excellent,” he says, retrieving your bag from the chair where you’d left it. You throw it over your shoulder and he walks behind you watching the way you move as you walk, following you out of the dungeon. “See you at the pitch tomorrow night.”

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When you catch up with Marietta and Cho at the top of the stairs, you have to shush them urgently as they start squealing with glee after hearing about your conversation with McLaggen.

“Oh don’t worry- he can’t hear us!” says Cho and sure enough, he’s out of sight. “This is so exciting!”

“Do you even have a dress?” asks Marietta, which annoys you, mostly because she’s right in her assumption. “Oh! You should find out what he’s wearing so you can match!”

“I’m gonna have to stop you there, Edgecombe.” You gesture like you’re being sick. “I am not wearing something matching McLaggen. Back in a sec.”

They wait for you outside the girl’s bathroom, discussing this latest news. You pause as you’re about to come out of your cubicle when you overhear the unmistakable sound of crying and a dreamy sort of voice that you think you’ve heard before in the Ravenclaw common room. You peer through the crack in the door to see Luna Lovegood and Hermione Granger huddled by the sinks.

Hermione is drying her eyes with paper towels. “He’s been horrid to me ever since he started going out with Lavender.”

“Yes… he can be very unkind,” Luna says evenly.

“And I asked him to Slughorn’s party. I feel so stupid. I don’t even want to go. I just thought it would be nice if the two of us… oh, never mind.” She blows on her tissue loudly.

You stay silent. You’re no good at consoling people. And even if you were, comforting Hermione would be tantamount to betraying Cho and Marietta.

“There, there.” Luna pats her on the back. “You deserve to go to the party with someone better than Ron.”

“Yes, I suppose-” She pauses in thought. “Yes... Someone better… Ron would hate that.”

They both make their way out of the bathroom and you can breathe again. You wait a few moments before joining Cho and Marietta in the corridor.

“Did you see that?” you ask, and then fill them in on what you just heard.

“She deserves it,” says Marietta, bringing her hand up to touch her scarred face. “But since when did you care about gossip?”

“Don’t you see? That explains McLaggen getting confunded at tryouts-”

“Oh no, not Quidditch again,” sighs Marietta.

“No, listen! Granger fancies Weasley so she confunded McLaggen, making him miss the last penalty.” They exchange looks. “What? It makes sense!”

Cho links your arm. “You need to just admit that McLaggen had an off-day at tryouts and let it go.”

“No, don’t discourage her,” says Marietta, linking your other arm. “I like this side of you. Boys… gossiping… Now, wait until you hear about what Zacharias Smith said about Ginny Weasley.” You roll your eyes. “C’mon! It’s actually about Quidditch!”

You groan, letting them lead you down the corridor to Transfiguration.

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Later that night in the library, McLaggen and a couple of the other seventh-years are comparing Ancient Runes essays.

“Leanne,” says Hermione Granger, approaching the trio from behind a bookshelf. “How’s Katie doing?”

McLaggen and Eddie Carmichael look at Leanne solemnly. They know all about Katie Bell’s incident with a cursed necklace in Hogsmeade. For the past week or so it had been all anyone had been able to talk about.

“Still in St Mungo’s but she’s awake at least,” explains Leanne. “She’s still not well enough to talk about who gave her the necklace yet though.”

Hermione nods. “If you speak to her, tell her Harry, Ron and I are thinking about her, please.”

Leanne nods and they go back to their essays but Hermione lingers for a second.

“Cormac?” she asks gingerly. “Do you have a second?”

McLaggen locks eyes with Eddie who looks up from his Ancient Runes essay interestedly. He abandons his quill and follows Hermione away from the group between two rows of books.

“Are you going to Slughorn’s party?” she asks.

“Yeah?”

Hermione pauses but when McLaggen doesn’t fill in the empty silence she continues. “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go together?”

“Er,” he blinks in surprise. “I’ve already asked someone else.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realise you already had a date.”

“It’s, er, more like a friends sort of thing.”

“Pity,” says Hermione, taking a step towards him. “Well, let me know if anything comes up and you decide you’d like to go with someone else… as more than friends, I mean.” She squeezes his arm as she brushes past him and out of the library.

McLaggen stays rooted to the spot for a few seconds and blinks a few times before shaking his head and returning to the rest of the group with a bit more swagger than before.

“What was that all about, mate?” asks Eddie.

“Just breaking hearts left, right and centre,” McLaggen relaxes back in his chair, hands behind his head and recounting his conversations with you and Hermione.

“Hm…” Leanne gives McLaggen a knowing sort of look. “So you’re going as friends?”

“I’m just being a good wingman,” he says, a lot more breezily than he feels, and reorganises his parchment so he doesn’t catch Leanne’s eye.

Eddie laughs and slaps his back. “That makes more sense. Be a good lad and get her and Gwenog under the mistletoe.”

“Yeah, well I doubt she’ll need it,” agrees McLaggen, ignoring the empty pit in his stomach. “Gwen would be mad not to fall for her.”

Chapter 4: The Invitation

#freddie stroma #harry potter fanfic #harry potter #hp fanfcition #hp fanfic #cormac mclaggen #mormac mclaggen x reader #harry potter fanfiction #hp fic #hp fanfiction #harry potter and the half blood prince #Cormac mclaggen x reader #cormac mclaggen x female reader #female reader

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mskrianna · 1 year

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#hp #harry potter #hermione granger #ch: hermione granger #hermione granger aesthetic #aesthetic #moodboard #творческий блог #гарри поттер #эстетика

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kurosakisticker127 · 2 years

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I wish I never read “Measure of Man” so bullying is okay according to them.. and what was originally said was harmless, I guarantee you she wasn’t actually “crying”, she was actually for fic recommendations

How is this any better than antis bullying an author out of the fandom? So it’s okay to bully people, a TEENAGER AT THAT for having emotions? And y’all are suppose to be grown women in your TWENTIES and y’all are bullying and condoning cyber bullying of a teenage girl.. this fandom already gets so much hate because of who we ship and we got authors who think bullying a minor is okay because they thought was she said was weird … do better

“I would never drag that girl the way she was in the comment section” BUT you did laugh and go “YASSS” when your buddy said “ this is one of those times where bullying is okay” BE FOREEAL

#dramione #draco x hermione #ch: harry potter #ch: draco malfoy #ch: hermione granger #harry potter #fanfiction #dramione fanfiction

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dramioneasks · 1 year

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Christmas Fics 2022 (Part 6):

Her Bodyguard by twopersoncult - E, one-shot - "And what do you think you're doing, Granger?" Malfoy drawled from behind her. Draco catches Hermione in the library after dark.

Marshmallows and Hot Chocolate by emsdiadem (emilyjoy2509) - G, one-shot - Hermione is experiencing her first Christmas alone after the War when an unexpected person knocks at the door.

A Perfectly Pleasant Plan by accio_magic - M, one-shot - With the Christmas holiday fast approaching, and with it the unending holiday parties, Hermione Granger finds herself making a deal with Roger Davies to get out of attending them on her own. Tired of being the single friend that everyone tries to fix up so she won't be alone, Hermione thinks it's the perfect plan.Draco Malfoy throws a wrench in that plan.

Mise-en-scène by JessicaLovejoyAO3 - E, one-shot - Embedded NSFW art.It's snowing heavily where I am, and the city is closed down.A smutty, fluffy one-shot (with light angst) that takes place in the Build universe between Form Ch. 10 and Ch. 11 during Christmas hols.Happy Winter Holidays, everyone!Inspired by the unfairly talented and generous Bellemedusa's drawing.CW: Discussions of pregnancy (in a drunken manner), alcohol use.

A Wizarding Christmas Carol by VicUreno_12 - G, one-shot - My version of A Christmas Carol. Narcissa is the main character. There is no second wizarding war. So some timeliness have change.

A Magical Christmas by Snake_queen13 - G, one-shot - A Muggle Hermione and Wizard Draco AU (with background Theo and original character)

Christmas Eve Special Deal by MyDearMelancholyXO - E, one-shot - On Christmas Eve, Hermione finds herself stuck in France after a Floo mishap and goes for a glass of wine.

Tango of Deception by DragonBaiter - T, one-shot - One lie leads to another in the Christmas season, and before Hermione knows it, she's swept up in the verbal dance of her own deceit. Her (suspiciously willing) partner? The one and only Draco Malfoy.

The Very Secret Santa by Bondgirltrb - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger pulls Draco Malfoy's name for Secret Santa...

Ruined for Christmas by KatsiPerennial - E, one-shot - When Hermione Granger is dared to attend the Auror Department's annual Christmas Party wearing a rather... revealing outfit, her much older boss, Draco Malfoy, shows her how he feels about her bold choice in expressing holiday cheer.

Dirty Secret by Frumpologist - E, one-shot - At the annual Nott-Potter Christmas party (theme: Sexy Claus, because Theo can't help himself), Hermione withers under the attention of Cormac McLaggen. That is, until Draco Malfoy makes an appearance.

Christmas at Hogwarts by Mector - G, one-shot - Hermione stays up all Friday night working on her secret project ignoring the hooting and hollering coming from the common room of the Slytherin dungeon...

Bad decisions are served with mulled wine by call_me_valentin - T, one-shot - When Hermione comes to the Christmas party where her ex-fiance announces his engagement—the only thing left for her is getting drunk. What a pleasant coincidence that Draco Malfoy had the same plan.

O Christmas Tree by Highladylily - E, one-shot - Theo wants to decorate the Christmas tree after work. Draco didn't bank on what kind of tree it would be.

#dramione #christmas

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drvcxrys · 7 months

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hello guys! i'm going to post this starter call and also a plot call for the event. feel free to ask the starters that you like or just like to plot, for the starter call, there is no cap. i'm going to put under this read more who is there willingly and who is there not and also the ones that are open for death has an asterisk so you can see <3

willingly went in:

alice cullen

edward cullen (characters encounter a pit trap, so obvious they almost want to explore) kaiden (monster: werewolf)carlisle cullen (monster: masked murderer wearing the Ghostface mask)laurent da revin (monster: minotaur) kate denali (characters enter a portion of the maze to find it completely dark.)

*anna of arendelle

*betty cooper

*beverly marsh

*buffy summer

*caitlin snow

*caroline forbes

enzo st. john (though relatively empty the plant life whispers threats and warnings to people in this portion of the maze. It tells them to give up on their progress)

claudia

emma swan

patia por´co (monster: masked murderer wearing the ghostface mask) killian jones (monster: giant spiders)

*hermione granger

hagrid (though relatively empty the plant life whispers threats and warnings to people in this portion of the maze. It tells them to give up on their progress) harvey hufflepuff (the area is just absolutely full of croaking frogs. they aren’t dangerous but they are loud and difficult to step around) james potter (monster: a hoard of geese)

*hope mikaelson

rebekah mikaelson (monster: living scarecrow) klaus mikaelson (characters wander in to a giant feast, long empty tables piled high with food, with chairs much too high for anyone human to sit in.) josie saltzman (monster: skeletons)

*isabelle lightwood

max lightwood (monster: ghosts) leia organa (monster: skeletons)

jill roberts

tatum riley (the area is just absolutely full of croaking frogs. they aren’t dangerous but they are loud and difficult to step around.) stu macher (characters wander in to a giant feast, long empty tables piled high with food, with chairs much too high for anyone human to sit in.)

kara danvers

lexie grey (characters are greeted by two beings the size of children but with pumpkins for heads arrive with a cart, gesturing for characters to get in) alex danvers (monster: living corn attempting to eat characters. It is still the size of regular corn.)

katara

korra (characters enter a mud filled portion of the maze, where their footsteps feel heavy, and every push further seems to sink them farther and farther into the mud.)

lila pitts

diego hargreeves (monster: a swarm of bats)

*lissa dragomir

isaac lahey (monster: ghosts)

*nancy wheeler

rapunzel corona

*samanha carpenter

kirby reed (monster: gelatinous cube) billy loomis (monster: masked murderer wearing the ghostface mask) feng xing (monster: stormtroopers)

sara lance

sheila hammond

kevin snipe (monster: minotaur)bloo regard (monster: a rat with a gun)marco del rossi (monster: murderous clown)

usagi tsukino

madoka kaname (characters walk into this portion of the maze to immediately be caught in a giant spider web, trapping them.)

wednesday addams

dragged in:

*annabeth chase

*annie cresta

*bianca di angelo

bree tanner

choi nam ra

*daenerys targaryen

drogon (monster: dementors) aelin (the husks of corn emit a poisonous gas, making characters weaker the longer they breath it in)

daphne bridgerton

eloise bridgerton (monster: a rat with a gun) edmun bridgerton (monster: living corn attempting to eat characters. It is still the size of regular corn.)

*effy stonem

*elizabeth midford

*hanna marin

heidi volturi

yoon chi woo (monster: a hoard of geese) victoria sutherland (characters encounter a pit trap, so obvious they almost want to explore)

intouch chatpokin

*jane

*jean grey

jessica riley

malia tate

peter hale (the area exists as a zone of truth, making characters incapable of lying. characters are aware of this when they enter the space)

*manaow

team siriyothin (characters reach a dead end, full of pollen spores, which when inhaled make characters feel drunk for the next hour)

*mary stuart

lola fleming narcisse (characters enter a mud filled portion of the maze, where their footsteps feel heavy, and every push further seems to sink them farther and farther into the mud)

*melinda halliwell

piper halliwell (monster: living scarecrow)

myrcella baratheon

*narcissa black

rabastan lestrange (monster: skeletons) lily evans (characters encounter a pit trap, so obvious they almost want to explore)

*rhaena targaryen

lucerys valeryon (monster: a rat with a gun)

sharon carter

daisy johnson (characters walk into this portion of the maze to immediately be caught in a giant spider web, trapping them) peggy carter (the area is just absolutely full of croaking frogs. they aren’t dangerous but they are loud and difficult to step around.)

*victoire weasley

fred weasley (monster: minotaur) fleur delacour (characters enter a portion of the maze to find it completely dark) teddy lupin (monster: dementors)

win wanichakarnjonkul

*yelena belova

#hw; starter call #hwevent16 #hw; plot call

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softbirdieokay · 6 months

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I love a good lion and snake mashup:

“It’s from Ginny and I, both,” Blaise said, somewhat bashful. “She couldn’t be here because quidditch practice ran through lunch, but she mentioned that she’ll steal you away this weekend.”

“Wonderful,” Hermione said, hugging him once more. “Thank you for doing this for me.”

“It wasn’t him,” Pansy interrupted. She eyed Hermione’s outfit before nodding, and Hermione desperately hoped that meant she approved. “Draco’s the one who put all of this together. The rest of us just showed up.”

Harry scoffed, “I helped, too!”

“Hush, Potter.” Pansy smirked, “The adults are speaking.”

Harry shut his mouth to Hermione’s utter bewilderment, and his cheeks turned bright red.

“Right,” Hermione said, and she turned to Draco. “Thank you, then, for planning this. You didn’t have to do anything.”

Draco smiled, “I wanted to, Granger. Don’t make me say it again.”

— The Swot and the Snake, ch. 12

#dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #fluff #soft draco #draco x hermione #dramione fanfic #the Swot and the Snake #golden trio #silver trio #gryffindor #slytherin #blinny #harry x pansy

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Am I really supposed to believe Draco is Hermione's abuser??

Some Dramione/Draco antis keep saying Draco shouldn't be with Hermione because Draco is her abuser. I agree that Draco acts like scum towards her when he finally decides to even acknowledge her presence and putting them together as they are in canon would be a disaster. But I have to laugh to myself because I wonder what abuse they're talking about!?

Here is the definition of "abuser":

a person who treats another person or animal with cruelty or violence, especially regularly or repeatedly.

a person who sexually assaults someone, especially a woman or child.

I probably need to skim the books again. But when has Draco been cruel or violent towards Hermione? When has he ever harmed her INTENTIONALLY (re. hitting Hermione with the teeth jinx in book 4 meant for Harry)?

When Draco calls her mudblood, Ron and Harry seem way more bothered and upset than she does. I wonder if she is hurt when he calls her that but I truly doubt it. When he calls her mudblood, what harm does it cause her? Is there any power behind him calling her this discriminatory term? Where's the abuse? To be honest, when Draco calls her mudblood, besides the first time in book 2, it seems he does it to rile up her friends more than her. And maybe it's just me, but often it seems like if you take out the mudblood insult, he does not really go after Hermione. Half the time he calls her that, he is not even talking to her: either referring to her while he has his testosterone match with the boys or speaking about her to other people in her absence. I did a very quick skim of all the books and I was honestly surprised at how little Draco actually calls her mudblood to her face.

Let me use book 5, ch 28 as an example where Draco reveals his authority as an Inquisitorial Squad member:

“Yeah, we’re prefects too, remember?” snarled Ron. “I know prefects can’t dock points, Weasel King,” sneered Malfoy; Crabbe and Goyle sniggered. “But members of the Inquisitorial Squad —” “The what?” said Hermione sharply. “The Inquisitorial Squad, Granger,” said Malfoy, pointing toward a tiny silver I upon his robes just beneath his prefect’s badge. “A select group of students who are supportive of the Ministry of Magic, hand-picked by Professor Umbridge. Anyway, members of the Inquisitorial Squad do have the power to dock points. . . . So, Granger, I’ll have five from you for being rude about our new headmistress. . . . Macmillan, five for contradicting me. . . . Five because I don’t like you, Potter . . .Weasley, your shirt’s untucked, so I’ll have another five for that. . . . Oh yeah, I forgot, you’re a Mudblood, Granger, so ten for that. . . .” Ron pulled out his wand, but Hermione pushed it away, whispering, “Don’t!” “Wise move, Granger,” breathed Malfoy. “New Head, new times. . . Be good now, Potty . . . Weasel King . . .”

Is Kreacher an abuser for calling Hermione "mudblood" then?

As for the second definition, we have this scene from book 4, ch 9 during the DE attack after the World Cup:

“Language, Weasley,” said Malfoy, his pale eyes glittering. “Hadn’t you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn’t like her spotted, would you?” He nodded at Hermione, and at the same moment, a blast like a bomb sounded from the campsite, and a flash of green light momentarily lit the trees around them. “What’s that supposed to mean?” said Hermione defiantly. “Granger, they’re after Muggles,” said Malfoy. “D’you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around . . . they’re moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh.” “Hermione’s a witch,” Harry snarled. “Have it your own way, Potter,” said Malfoy, grinning maliciously. “If you think they can’t spot a Mudblood, stay where you are.” “You watch your mouth!” shouted Ron. Everybody present knew that “Mudblood” was a very offensive term for a witch or wizard of Muggle parentage.[This section is such a waste of space!] “Never mind, Ron,” said Hermione quickly, seizing Ron’s arm to restrain him as he took a step toward Malfoy. There came a bang from the other side of the trees that was louder than anything they had heard. Several people nearby screamed. Malfoy chuckled softly. “Scare easily, don’t they?” he said lazily. “I suppose your daddy told you all to hide? What’s he up to — trying to rescue the Muggles?” “Where’re your parents?” said Harry, his temper rising. “Out there wearing masks, are they?” Malfoy turned his face to Harry, still smiling. “Well . . . if they were, I wouldn’t be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?” “Oh come on,” said Hermione, with a disgusted look at Malfoy,“let’s go and find the others.” “Keep that big bushy head down, Granger,” sneered Malfoy. “Come on,” Hermione repeated, and she pulled Harry and Ron up the path again.

Seriously, insults aside Draco tells them to leave 4 times. The last thing he says as the trio leave is a warning and he does not even call her a slur.

Wouldn't it fit the abuser profile better for Draco to keep his mouth shut and/or maybe somehow lead the DEs to assault Hermione?? Is Draco just here for a laugh? A possible interpretation could even be:

Granger, you can heed my advice or not, I don't bloody care. But if you choose not to, I will sit back and enjoy whatever consequences you may suffer. Can't say I didn't warn you.

Regardless if Draco would have truly gotten off on Hermione being attacked, he still wouldn't fit the second definition either.

This is all to say that sometimes "abuser" and "toxic" are thrown around like candy when talking about people we don't like. As annoying, bothersome and problematic Draco is to Hermione, he is not her abuser and she is barely his victim. I wonder why people feel the need to constantly victimize Hermione more than need be? How can Draco simultaneously be the most pathetic person in HP, yet hold power over Hermione as her abuser?? Please.

#hermione granger #draco malfoy #ron weasley #harry james potter #harry potter and the goblet of fire #harry potter and the order of the phoenix #draco is overly demonized #like my boy has problems he doesn't need fictional ones too #draco malfoy defense #i dont condone bullying and bigotry #just for the people ready to accuse me of that #tumblr ramblings #draco and dramione antis

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