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milkiane · 3 years

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more than just a stupid rivalry

pairings: harry potter x reader (requested)

warnings: usual enemies to lovers bickering, adoption, insecurities, mean draco, mentions of food, m-slur word, intrusive thoughts. angst//fluff

word count: 6534 — i kinda got carried away, oops :D

you were propped up on your elbows, sprawled across your carpet-covered living room floor one night. your parents cuddled on the couch, soft whispers and loving glances were exchanged as they gazed at their perfect, normal little child. crayons, pencils, markers, and stacks of art paper scattered around you. your current masterpiece was a childish family portrait.

you just finished tracing the last line which completed your artwork. you let out a content sigh, raising your drawing to show your parents, grinning widely as they praised you with sweet smiles.

“how ‘bout you color it, honey? give us some vibrant clothes, yeah?” your mother suggested, placing her teacup on top of the coffee table as she settled back into the arms of her husband. you nodded excitedly, finding her idea brilliant.

you were already done with yours and your mother’s clothes, which leaves you with your father’s to color, “dad, what color do you want your shirt to be?”

he gave you a thoughtful look; furrowed eyebrows, a finger tapping his chin, and a pondering ‘hmm’

“do you have a bright blue color, honey? that would be great if you do,” he said.

you beamed at him, looking around for the desired color. you glanced at the coffee table in front of your parents, numerous crayons on top, until your eyes landed on the blue crayon. you let out a frustrated sigh, too occupied with your work to stand up, so you did the most proper thing a kid should do-- make grabby hands and hope that it would somehow magically appear in your grasp. you knew it wouldn’t work though, that’s why your parents let out amused chuckles. even a toddler would realize that that isn’t how it works, one way or another.

… except it did. one moment the crayon was there on the table, laying there motionless and undisturbed, then the next thing you know, it flew right in your hold, earning a startled gasp from your parents. you froze, eyes widened and jaw dropped. you were confused and a bit terrified, so you risked a glance at your parents, who were wearing identical looks of horror and distress. if the circumstances were different, you would probably be ecstatic to find out that you had magic in your blood, but since the atmosphere was thick with such emotions, you knew that this wasn’t a good thing. subsequently, you wished you never snook a glance. you wished you just stood up and grabbed the crayon like a normal child. you wished you just asked them what was wrong. you wished that you demanded some answers. you wished that you didn’t go up to your room immediately after what happened. you wished that you didn’t go up against the wall and listen to their frantic whispers.

you cried yourself to sleep that night.

“miss l/n!” the tedious voice of your professor startled you from your evident zoned-out trance, earning a poorly hidden attempt of snickers. you glared at the bespectacled boy. you turned away and glanced back at snape, whose face was contorted into a scowl, “it would be deeply appreciated if you were to pay attention unless you wish to fail potions, which i would be more than pleased to do,”

you grimaced at his drawled tone, muttering a small yes professor. you let out a quiet sigh as he turned back around, immensely grateful that he didn’t deduct points from your house.

“15 points from y/h.” -- spoke too soon.

you groaned as you heard the disappointed sighs of your housemates, just wishing for the day to be over.

to say that you were having a bad day was an understatement. you felt terrible, and this regularly happens whenever your mind brings you back to the memories of your family and what it could’ve been if they accepted you for who you are or what it could’ve been if you were just as ordinary like them. however, you couldn’t even spare a thought if you were to be just a muggle.

experiencing such adventures, such magic-- it just makes you feel so fierce. it makes you think that you're something special. you never wanted to go back to the way you were before, you loved having magic in your blood. you just wished that your family was here with you to support you, to love and care for you. you wish that they were there to listen to you talk about all the lessons and experiences you’ve had in hogwarts, but alas, you knew that all you could do was dream.

you were making your way to the greenhouses for herbology class with your friend who was chattering your ear away whilst you were staring at your polished old shoes, trying to sync your footsteps with hers. you listened, of course, nodding and humming at the right time, reacting if needed, but you didn’t have the energy to talk, and she knew that, she respected it, knowing what was going on in your head. that’s why you let her talk out of her mind to keep your intrusive thoughts away.

well, that was until someone bumped into you. the impact making you fall flat on your arse and letting out a pained groan.

“ah-- i’m sorry, h-here, let me help you up,” the person who has bumped into you offered you his hand, making you look up.

you rolled your eyes and smacked his hand away, “just…”

you sighed, not in the mood to start a childish squabble, “just watch where you’re going, potter.”

he and his friends just gawked at you, watching as you took your friend’s hand instead and walked away. you were never one to leave without practically biting his head off and yours his, or without a snarky comment. he watched you go smaller and smaller as you walked away from him to your destination.

he let his friends drag him away towards the gryffindor tower to grab their herbology books, shaking off his confused daze.

ever since the moment you’ve found out about your ‘powers’, you’ve been trying to perform it again, meaning, you’ve been distracted in class. your middle school teacher has reprimanded you for the umpteenth time until she threatened to call your parents.

speaking of parents-- they’ve been more distant than ever. you still ate together and they still talk to you, of course, but it isn’t the same anymore. they’re both at home, they’re speaking, they’re eating, they’re moving, but it feels like they aren’t here. i’ve never felt so lonely.

so when they called you down from your room, you swore that you’ve never gone down so fast in your life. this was the first time they’ve willingly called you. is this it? will you finally go back to normal? will they finally talk to you about your profound ‘magic powers’?

“go pack some clothes and a few things of yours, honey. we’re going on a holiday,” your mother smiled. if you bothered to study their expressions and their mannerisms, you would’ve seen how fake and forced her smile was or how there were unshed tears in her eyes, but here you were, rushing back upstairs and packing a few of your things in your suitcase.

you stopped by your nightstand, staring at the photo of you and your parents, all smiling widely at you. it was as if they were making you bring them along. without any more thought, you removed it from the frame and tucked it into one of your journals.

satisfied, you dragged your trunk behind you and went downstairs where your parents have been waiting for you with solemn faces. you let your father carry your things as you ran to the car, excited for some family bonding.

10 year old you was practically bouncing around with exhilaration, you kept asking them where you were going, what you were going to do, or why you were going. they gave you the same answer every time, “you’ll just have to wait and see, y/n.”

which confused you a bit because they usually call you ‘honey’, and only call you by your name whenever you were in trouble or they were serious about something. you were worried and nervous, to say the least, but the delight was still radiating off of you.

you knew that you wouldn’t be able to get any answers from them anytime soon, so you slowly dozed off to the light patter of the rain.

you groggily woke up with a yawn when you felt the car screech to a stop. blinking away the remaining sleep, you sat upright and rubbed your eyes.

“come on, y/n,” your father turned the car off and opened your door. your mother trailing behind you as she carried your luggage.

as soon as you went into the massive building, the first thing that you’ve noticed is that it looks like a hotel but the thing that disturbed you is that there were kids, but there were no adults around except for the staff. the said kids stopped for a second with what they were doing, pausing for a moment to give you the same somber looks your parents gave you just before you left, which just pushed you a bit on edge. you knew where you were, but you didn’t want to accept it.

“uhm, dad? what are we doing here?” you asked, nervousness laced in your voice. he paid you no mind. he was scared. scared that if he looked at you, he would break.

so you went to your mom and grabbed her hand, “mum? mum, please, where are we?”

she was slightly shaking, carefully removing your hold on her and kissed your forehead. you were starting to feel the tears in your eyes. you looked back at your father just in time as he nodded his head to a woman, whispering a small, ‘please take care of her for us.’ but you heard him anyways.

“dad? n-no, please, don’t leave me,” you hugged him, you were sure that you were squeezing him too hard. you can feel the stares of the kids around you but you ignored them.

“i’m sorry, y/n, we really are,” he shrugged you off. the woman from a while ago hugged you from behind, preventing you from following your parents.

“mum! dad! please, no! don’t leave me, please!” you were sobbing by now, shaking off the woman’s firm hold of you.

“i’m sorry, mum, please! don’t leave me here! i’ll be good, i’ll be good!” you cried as you watch the tears fall from their faces. they sneaked one last glance at you before closing the doors behind them.

“no, no! please, ma’am, just let me go back home! please, i don’t wanna be here.” you sank down the floor, bringing her with you.

“i’m sorry, hon, i promised to take care of you. look at all those kids,” she shushed you comfortingly, “your parents said you were their only child, now look, you’ve got tons of kids to play with,”

“but i don’t want to, please, i just want to go home,” you hiccuped, staring at the place they stood before leaving you for good.

“ … by pairs,” professor sprout clasped her hands together, snapping you out of your thoughts.

you took a deep breath, blinking the tears away. sniffling, you leaned a bit towards your friend, ��hey, what was she talking about?”

she gave you a concerned glance, “are you alright? this is the third time today you zoned out,”

you gave her an unconvincing nod, “yeah, yeah,”

“granger and evans,” hollered professor sprout, you glanced upfront before bringing it back to your seatmate.

“professor sprout will assign us by pairs for a project,” she whispered

“finiggan and abbott,”

“what d’we have to do?” you furrowed your eyebrows, cursing yourself for getting carried away with your thoughts.

“weasley and belmont,”

“study about dittany and create the potion, it’s a unified project with potions, then if it is good enough, it would be given to madam pomfrey,”

“stoneheart and parkinson,”

“that’s me, i’ll see you later,” she said and grabbed her bag before heading to her partner.

you sighed, rubbing your temple as you felt the headache from reliving the memories coming.

“potter and l/n,”

nevermind that, the headache is already here. you groaned, glaring at him as you made eye contact. you begrudgingly gathered your things before making your way towards him.

harry looked at you from his peripheral vision as you sat down, discreetly observing as you haven’t made a move to taunt him yet.

“y’know, if you’re going to stare at someone, you might as well make it subtle,” you jeered at him, sitting upright to scowl at him. ah, there it is, he thought.

he made no comment, opting to talk about the project instead, “class ends in a few minutes, d’you want to start by tomorrow afternoon? i have a free period after lunch,”

you sighed, massaging your temples as the headache was starting to feel overbearing, “sure, whatever, i’ll meet you by the courtyard,”

silence, if you were going to ignore the chatter amongst your classmates, was the only thing that surrounded the both of you, and honestly speaking? you’d rather have that than talk to him.

well, that was, until he decided to awkwardly clear his throat and say, “you look horrible,”

you scoffed at him, crossing your arms as you retorted, “gee, thanks, you look absolutely dashing as well, you minger,”

“what has gotten your knickers in a twist, l/n?”

you gave him a mocking thoughtful look, “hmm, i- i- uh, i think it’s you,”

he let out a laugh, making you fume more, “well, if i make you all flustered, you should’ve said so instead of deciding to bite my head off every time we see each other,”

harry didn’t know where his sudden confidence came, but he was thanking merlin as he saw the slight blush on your cheeks.

“sod off, you plonker, as if i’ll stoop so low for someone like you,” you sneered, grabbing your bag as your professor dismissed you.

harry never really knew how and why the two of you were getting into each other’s throats all the time— all he knew is that if you two met on the right foot, you would probably be the greatest of friends. he watches you, as much as he hates to admit it, but to his defense, it was only to observe you and taunt you when you did something out of place. yeah, that’s the reason.

he shudders, making his way to ron and hermione who were, as usual, fighting like an old married couple.

“where’ve you been? you’re late,” harry grumbled, shuffling against the tree as he shut his herbology book.

“i’m a few minutes late, potter. if you wanted to see me that bad, you should’ve told me,” you retorted, restating the tease he told you yesterday.

he ignored you.

you sighed, sitting down in front of him but at a tolerable distance, “let’s just get this over it. the sooner we’re finished, the sooner i’ll be away from you,”

“wow, i know i’m a great person to be around with, no need to boost my ego,” he quipped. you rolled your eyes and brought out a quill, writing the procedures of creating dittany.

the both of you had this some sort of mutual understanding about how to work. you wrote down everything that’s needed, because honestly? the both of you knew that if you wanted your written work to be understood, don’t let harry write. he scanned through his book, jotting down what he thinks is important in a small piece of parchment and passing it to you.

and shockingly, comfortable silence surrounded the both of you, except for the occasional chatter as people walk past by you.

it was… peaceful, if you must say. well, that was, until,

“so, the weather’s nice, yeah?” he spoke (awkwardly as he probably regrets breaking the silence), leaning against the tree.

you made a face when you stared at him, “i- are- are you trying to start a small talk?”

“yeah,” he grimaced, running a hand through his hair.

“uhm, yeah, l-let’s not,” you shook your head.

you brought your gaze back to the parchment, biting your lip to prevent him from seeing your smile.

it didn’t work though, as he still saw it. it was poorly hidden. he grinned, maybe you could have something more than just a stupid rivalry.

“you mean to say that you, too, are magic?” you asked your caretaker, rose.

she let out a chuckle, “mhm, and you’ll love it at hogwarts, my dear, it truly is an amazing school,”

“but, what about the next family that’ll adopt me? they- that means they’ll like me, right? i’m- i’m special…” you said, well, convinced, really. you’re trying to convince yourself as this was the umpteenth time that you’ve been adopted. they always return you, why do you even try.

“of course, they’ll be such a fool not to,” she grabbed her purse and offering you her hand to take, “now, let’s go to diagon alley and buy the things that you need,”

you smiled, grabbing her hand, as she teleported (apparated) you to the wizard village.

you were walking towards your next class when you heard someone called your name. you turned around to the source of the sound. you sighed, walking away just to spite him.

“hey, wait!” his footsteps grew louder as he got nearer.

you stopped in your tracks, making harry jog beyond you, and when he realized this, he glared at you, which you gladly returned with a smirk.

you hummed, “what is it that you need, potter?”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair as he stepped closer to you. too close for your liking.

“stop,” you raised a hand towards him, a few more inches and it would touch his chest.

“what? i haven’t even said anythi—”

“scootch.” you gestured to him to back off with your hands.

“i- wha-“

“scootch!”

“alright, okay! why?”

you watched as the students in the hallway looked at the both of you, but walked away within a second as they needed to get to class.

“someone might think we’re friends, we don’t want that.”

“i- i cannot stand you sometimes,“ harry sighed, but a ghost of a smile was on his lips.

you smirked, “then sit down, you plonker,”

“can we meet up again later? for the herbolotions project?” he asked, mentally chuckling at your comeback.

you snorted.

“what’s so hilarious about what i said?” harry was beyond confused, he did just ask about meeting up, right?

“yeah, sure, i’ll meet you at the courtyard at three for our,” you paused, letting out another snort (which harry thought was cute but he would never admit that), “herbolotions project,”

harry’s eyes widened. he didn’t say that now, did he? he’s sure he said herbo— no. he vows to smack ron’s head the next time he sees him.

“sorry, ron- ron always calls it that since y’know it’s a project f-for both herbology and potions, and it just kind of stuck,” he explains, cursing himself for stuttering.

you chuckled, glancing at your watch for the time, “‘m nearly late for class. i’ll see you later, harry.”

harry was about to wave you goodbye when realization struck him. you had just called him by his name. i mean, yeah, potter is his last name, but it was the first time that you’ve called him by ‘harry’. he smiled, doing a little victorious dance for the evident improvement— before he was interrupted by mcgonagall, who demanded him for an answer as to why he wasn’t in class yet.

“have you heard? harry potter nearly blew his aunt up,” a girl from one of the carriages said. you rolled your eyes, grabbing your trunk and getting away from her.

it’s always harry here, harry there.

oh poor harry is stuck with his muggle aunt and uncle again.

oh poor harry has to handle the bad treatment again this summer.

oh poor harry lost his parents, at least he knows that they loved him dearly.

oh poor harry has this scar on his head, let’s give him some attention.

harry, harry, harry. it is sickening.

oh yes, yes, bravo for defeating he-who-must-not-be-named, mhm yes, we admire you for that.

you thought that the both of you would get along well. y’know, seeing as your experiences are nearly the same. you had something to bond over. well, you wouldn’t necessarily say ‘bond’, but you’ve got something to talk about. something personal, something to relate to.

you tried, you did. you really couldn’t say that you didn’t.

first year

“harry, hi! how’re y-“

“erm, yes, hello. have you somehow seen hermione around?”

“o-oh no i haven’t, but though, do you have the time to-“

“oh that’s alright, thank you!”

second year

“hello, harry. have you heard about the attacks going around?”

“ah, yes, erm- ‘ve got to get going, i promised to play wizard’s chess with ron,”

“oh, that’s… alright…”

the feeling of being alone, the same feeling from when the people you’ve once called your parents have been distancing themselves from you, has once again taken over your mentality. sure, you had your roommate to give you some company, but even she found herself a group of friends who’s shared the same interests and experiences as her. you felt deserted, you felt the sting of pain as he pushed you away yet again before you have even gotten the chance to get to know each other. you didn’t even want to be friends just because of his fame, you just wanted someone who’s experienced the same sorrow as you, someone who you knew would understand.

you were alike in many different ways. why does he still get to be happy? don’t you deserve happiness, too? he has friends who love him dearly. the weasleys practically made him part— no, he already is part of the family.

why does he get to have it all whilst you were just abandoned and given up on, time and time again?

you thought that going into a magical school would give you have a fresh start. maybe a family would take interest in you as you were special. you are special. you would be able to learn how to experience magic. maybe you would be able to tell your family about your magical encounters. maybe the family that would adopt you would be proud. you’d be able to tell them all about your poxy potions professor. you’d be able to tell them all about the friends you’ve made.

… but that didn’t happen, it would never happen, because in just a span of three weeks (which is a world record) of knowing about your connection to magic, they’ve sent you back to the center and signed a bunch of papers to legally un-adopt you. you didn’t even know if that was a word.

now you’re here, stuck in the center where the kids made fun of you for being a ’freak’. in a school where you only have one friend, you didn’t even know if she considered you as hers, too, but i guess the company is still appreciated. and stuck with breathing the same air as harry potter.

people would say that you’re jealous. maybe you were, but you were too blinded with envy and misery to admit that.

so you did the most appropriate thing you could possibly think of. taunt harry potter endlessly. start bickering with him. insult him. come up with snarky comebacks.

harry paid no mind at first, but it was becoming a routine for you, so he chipped in. he loved the attention you were giving him. a girl, giving him attention. okay, maybe not the attention he expected, but it was better than nothing, he said.

that leaves you to where you were now, and a part of you was saying that it has been your own fault for getting ahead of yourself and assuming that once you’ve spoken to harry, everything would be all rainbows and sunshine, that there would finally be someone who’ll understand and suddenly everything would be okay. you should’ve known that that wouldn’t be the case. it hasn’t been ever since your… your family left you.

as soon as harry was sat down at the gryffindor’s dining table. he did what he had to do.

ron let out a yelp, “what the bloody hell is the matter with you, you git?”

hermione had her eyebrows raised as she looked up from her essay, observing her two barmy best friends.

“you- you and your her-herbolotions!” harry sputtered out, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks as he relived the memory.

“what is it then? you didn’t have to hit me!” ron groaned, rubbing the back of his head to soothe the pain.

“t’has gotten me humiliated,” harry took his glasses off for a moment, as he, too, needed to soothe his head.

“‘tis not my fault you’ve said it. who’d you mention that to, anyways?” ron asked, gobbling up a chicken wing, ignoring hermione’s disgusted glare.

“y/n…” he muttered, too late to back down, they would’ve known one way or another.

hermione’s eyebrows shot up higher than before and ron nearly choked on his food when they heard this. they both exchanged looks.

“why would you care about what she thinks, mate?” ron asked as soon as he gulps down his goblet of water.

hermione marked her page with a bookmark luna gave her before continuing ron’s statement, leaving him no room to talk, “you’ve never cared about her opinions, harry…”

she and ron exchanged another glance, a knowing one this time. she continued, “that is, unless you’re starting to fancy her.”

“you fancy her, mate, don’t you?”

his eyes widened, looking at the both of them in disbelief, “what? no, i do not fancy her— she’s annoying, and barmy, and the way she twirls her hair when she’s nervous? it’s just stupid.”

they both gave him a pointed look. he was confused at first before realizing what he said, “alright, maybe just a tad, but that’s it!”

“it’s just— she’s perfect, y’know? we may have started on the wrong foot, but i could really see that she’s a brilliant person. she’s kind, she’s intelligent, funny, and caring, and as much as i hate to admit it, i enjoy the mandatory bickering we have,” he pondered, before snapping out of his thoughts as he realized that he was rambling, “but it isn’t as if she likes me back. she loathes me, hermione,”

“please, harry, we could cut the romantic tension with a knife when the two of you are in the same room,” she scoffed, bringing her attention back to her book.

“just tell her how you feel, mate, you’ll never know if you don’t try,” ron added, serving himself another round of food.

harry rolled his eyes, letting out a pathetic scoff, “you’re both hypocrites, y’know that? you’re telling me what to do when the both of you are clearly oblivious about your feelings for one another,”

he grinned in triumph as he saw the blush occupying his best friends’ faces. classic.

you were currently eating lunch while writing down important points for your potion when your friend spoke up, “y/n, harry’s been looking at you for the past five minutes,”

you paused for a bit, looking up just in time as he looked away, “he’s not,”

your friend looked back at him, “he was! he just looked away when you—“ she sighed, finding this whole thing pointless. a part of her knew that you liked harry, even if it was just miniscule. you’ve been… different, to say the least. good different. you were starting to smile a bit more, you weren’t zoning out as much, and all of this has happened when you were partnered with harry potter, the boy whom you have claimed as your rival. she has managed to catch up, too, when you’ve started talking about him and calling him ‘harry’ instead of ‘rotter potter’.

“well, why d’you care if he was looking at you?” she asked, trying to get some answers out of you so that you would be able to recognize your feelings for the bespectacled boy.

“i- i don’t!” you argued, scoffing, before turning your attention back to your work.

“c’mon y/n, we both know that you fancy the bloke,” she insisted.

“i do not fancy harry.”

“yeah? when did you ever start calling him harry, then?” she gave a pointed look. your eyes widened for a bit, did you really call him by harry? why is this a big deal anyways?

“alright, i call him harry! but that doesn’t mean i fancy the hell out of him,” you protested, “he’s awful, and awkward, and selfish. i hate his stupid smirk, and his stupid enticing green eyes, and that untidy hair.”

she was about to forfeit as she thought that, again, this wasn’t going anywhere, but you proved her otherwise as you continued rambling.

“i loathe that adorable laugh, and those small little smiles he make, and—“

“erm, y/n, i think we’re getting a bit out of topic here?” your friend smirked.

you froze, did you really say all that? “bloody hell…”

stoneheart - 1

l/n - 0

you were in the middle of rummaging through your things, checking if everything that you needed for brewing the potion was complete when someone bumped into you, making you drop your things on the ground.

“watch where you’re going, mudblood,” draco snarled, he dusted off his robes before bumping into your shoulder, his flunkies doing the same.

but he stopped in his tracks, picking up a fallen piece of parchment which contains your herbolotions— ah, herbology-potions assignment.

you’ve managed to pick up the rest and haven’t noticed what was missing until you stood up and see what was in his grasp, “give it here,”

“ah, i see you’ve done the assignment quite early, yes? you don’t mind if i borrow this now, do i?”

“no, i very much mind, give it back!” you tried to snatch it from him but to no avail.

“ah, ah! didn’t your stupid mummy ever teach you some manners?” he teased, crabbe and goyle laughing at his words.

“don’t call her stupid,” you snarled, tightening your grip on your bag.

“oh wait, that’s right. you don’t have one and you’ll never have one,” he chortled, “i don’t blame her, really. i mean, who would ever torture themselves by loving a pathetic mudblood like you?”

you’re starting to feel the tears in your eyes, but you were determined not to let him get the best of you.

you’ve quite have had enough with his prideful and vile attitude, so you, without thinking, threw your book towards him. a satisfying thump has echoed across the hallways as it hit his face.

you wished you would’ve done that instead, but your emotions have thought otherwise as you pushed past them, leaving your dittany assignment with him.

tears were continuously falling as you ran, determined to get away from this obscure reality. you were trying to get through the flooded hallways— mindlessly bumping and pushing past through the students. you paid them no mind as they yelped and scolded you.

you just ran, and ran, letting your feet bring you wherever.

harry was one of the people you’ve managed to bump into, he was about to tell you off when he caught a glimpse of your h/c hair and y/h robes.

without thinking, he ran after you, ignoring the calls of his friends. he didn’t know why. he didn’t know what came into his mind, but he had the sudden urge to be there for you, to shove your sadness away. he wanted you to be happy.

“oh wait, that’s right. you don’t have one and you’ll never have one,”

“i don’t blame her, really. i mean, who would ever torture themselves by loving a pathetic mudblood like you?”

draco’s words have been haunting you for the past few minutes since you’ve arrived at the astronomy tower.

you took in the beautiful view of the glistening lake. how can something be so beautiful in such a messed up world like this?

your eyes were puffy, tears were still slowly streaming across your cheeks. you sniffled, you reckoned draco was right though. you wouldn’t be in this situation now if your parents indeed loved you for who you were, but that isn’t the case now, isn’t it? you let out a humorless chuckle. pathetic.

harry knew you went to the astronomy tower, but he decided to wait a few minutes to give you some space. meaning, this also gave him some time to think about the proper and appropriate words to tell you.

is this going to be the right time to tell you that he fancies you? is this even right? he thought, you’re currently in a vulnerable state. he wished hermione was there to tell him what to do.

he sighed, climbing up the rickety stairs. as he reached the top, he saw you curled up, your chin was on top of your knees as they were folded against your chest.

you’re beautiful. he thought.

your head immediately snapped towards the direction, eyes huge as you wiped your tears, “w-what?”

he didn’t say that out loud now, did he? bloody hell.

“i- i-“ he sighed, “are you alright?”

“whatever are you doing here anyway?” you asked, removing your gaze from him. harry paused for a moment, before he came closer to you, sitting next to you.

you gave him a curious look. he chuckled, “don’t worry, no one will see us here and think that we’re friends.”

you let out a quiet chuckle as you realized that he was talking about the quip you’ve told him.

it was silent. not one of you spoke. harry thought that it would be better if he didn’t say anything yet, whilst you were still thinking of something to say.

“harry,” you whispered, he tilted his head towards you, “yeah?”

“do…” you gulped, “do you think i’m pathetic and undeserving of love?”

harry looked at you incredulously, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. was his ears deceiving him? he knew that you were serious about your question when you just stared at him, tears still welling in your eyes.

“no, no,” he shook his head, “i don’t think you’re pathetic, and i think you deserve all the love in the world, darling,”

he didn’t know where the pet name came from, it just slipped. he looked away, feeling the heat rush up his cheeks. you, on the other hand, despite feeling horrible, felt a flutter in your stomache.

“no? even after i’ve been a wanker towards you in the past 5 years?”

he shook his head, “although, i still haven’t the slightest idea why we ever started quarreling, y’know.”

and so, you’ve told him all about your attempts on being friends with him, how he’d cut you off and leave, how you’ve been envious of him, you told him about your encounter with draco (“git,” he said). you told him everything. it wasn’t necessary, you knew, but you also told him all about your past. you cried everything out. you cried the pain you felt, you cried about the issues you’ve developed, you cried about how many families didn’t want you, you’ve cried for feeling unloved.

and he listened, he brought you into his arms and let you cry onto his shoulder. he felt bad, of course, as he didn’t know that you were the girl he had neglected, but he’s here now, and he’ll always be.

“look, y/n, we obviously had a bad start, and i apologize for returning the same energy, but i’d be willing to start over,” he stopped momentarily, “if that’s alright with you, that is?”

you let yourself smile softly, “yeah, i’d love that.”

he carefully removed you from his arms, making you cross-legged and face-to-face.

“hi, i’m harry, harry potter, nice to meet you,” he offered you a hand to shake.

you took it and intertwined it with yours instead of shaking it, “hi harry, i’m y/n, and i… fancy you very much,”

harry looked taken aback, and for a moment, you got scared. what if he doesn’t like you back? merlin, you just started to get along, and now it would be awkw—

“you fancy me?”

you rolled your eyes, opting to reply with a sarcastic comeback, “i know it’s so hard to believe, can’t really believe myself either.”

we just stared at each other before bursting into laughter. as soon as it died down, you now noticed how closed your proximity is. if you leaned any closer, your lips would touch.

“can i kiss you?” he whispered. not trusting your ability to speak, you just nodded.

the kiss was, to say the least, blissful. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer, it was uncomfortable as the both of you were sitting, but none of you minded. the only thing that was on the both of your minds was how you’ve been missing out so much.

you ran a hand in his cluster of black hair, making him groan. the both of you smiled softly between the kiss before pulling away slowly, eyes still closed as you appreciated the moment you’re sharing.

“d‘you normally kiss girls without telling them that you like them back? or is this just a… spur of the moment thing?” you whispered, a smile spreading across your face.

harry let out a chuckle, content as to where he is right now, “i fancy you, too, don’t worry.”

you shifted your position so both of you were staring at the sight, your head leaning on harry’s shoulder, his on top of yours with your fingers intertwined.

hermione and ron were bickering as usual when george suddenly noticed a certain couple walking together, “alright, freddie! pay up,”

fred had his eyebrows furrowed as he turned around and caught the sight of the two of you holding hands. no bickering. no fighting. just smiles and loving glances.

he grumbled, giving 2 galleons each to george, ron, and surprisingly, hermione.

“you guys were betting on us?” you asked

“didn’t think harry’d have the capability to ask you out,” he said, before turning his head towards the y/h table, “oi, stoneheart, here’s your two galleons.”

you huffed in amusement as you watched your friend walk towards you and grab the money from fred.

“seriously?” you asked her, crossing your arms.

“what? i’d known you two’d get together somehow, and now look, i’m two galleons richer.” she smiled, making everyone laugh.

harry kissed your forehead as he sat down, dragging you along with him. who knew being rivals with the chosen one would lead you to where you were now.

i guess it really was more than just a stupid rivalry.

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wotanidiott · 3 years

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maybe some draco angst with prompts 20, 17 & 15 (angst ones)? thank you 🤎

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The Other Potter

summary - after a heated argument, draco finally confesses, or rather shows you, his hidden feelings

pairing - draco x fem reader, mentions of ron x fem reader

house - gryffindor

time period - 7th year

word count - 2.6k

warnings - very angsty, violence and a whole lot of swearing

a/n - ahhh this is my first official post skdjkssjskksjssk !!!! i hope it’s okay i made the reader harry’s sister? i just randomly came up with the storyline and thought it would fit well with your request ... anyways i hope yall like it <3

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“are you going to cry now?”

“you’re scaring me”

“you’re nothing. you hear me? nothing”

"Y/N!" You heard the distant calling of your name amongst the chatter of the mass of students in the Great Hall. Cocking your head slightly forward from your seat at the Gryffindor table, you found the source of the noise as they barrelled into the entrance with a frantic look in their eyes.

"Neville, what's wrong?" You question him, as he flops onto Seamus Finnigan, seated adjacent from you. Seamus furrows his eyebrows at his friend's breathless state, then looking at you with the same confused expression on your face.

Neville audibly heaves for a good minute, catching his breath from the seemingly long run he underwent.

"Harry, he—" His sentence is interrupted by a lengthy inhale of oxygen.

You perk up at your brother's name. A plethora of questions surfacing in your mind. "Harry? What happened? What did he do now?" You stand up, placing both hands on the table as you peer over at the short-winded boy now laying flat on the floor, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“He ... he—”

"He what?" You persist.

"Courtyard. He's— A-And Malfoy. "

That's all you needed to snatch your bag off the floor and bolt for the courtyard.

You realised you had developed some sort of attraction to the infamous Slytherin Prince around the start of 5th year. Although, you had assumed it was just a phase. In what world could you ever be attracted to the one guy that makes you and your brother's lives a living hell?

So that's what you had concluded it was. Just a phase. One that had seemingly fizzled out once you started dating Ron and now call a silly mishap.

But that wasn't true at all, was it?

A series of scenarios flickered through your head as you begun to wonder just exactly what had happened for poor Neville to nearly faint from shortness of breath to fetch you.

It must've been urgent.

As you reach the Courtyard, a crowd has formed around the oak tree, most likely watching the interaction between the two boys. Your hand finds the wand tucked in the pocket of your robes, gripping it tightly as you push through the cluster of people to get to the front.

He sees you before you see him.

"Ahhh, how nice of you to join us. Now the other Potter's here, we can really have some fun" Malfoy announces. Sniggers erupt from the group of Slytherins behind him as you finally reach the centre of the circle.

Your eyebrows knit together in perplexity. Malfoy is stood in the middle, surrounded by his goons but there's no sight of Harry.

"Where is he?" You snap at Malfoy, hostility lacing your words as you look around the gathered students agitated.

"Y/N, I'm here!" Harry's voice calls from above. At first your skeptic but as you look up, there he was. Floating in mid-air. Along with Hermione and Ron.

"You bloody git. I'll get you back for this Malfoy. I swear—" Ron is cut off by the single wave of Blaise Zabini's wand, effectively silencing him.

"They look rather comfy up there, Potter. Don't you think? Care to join them?" Malfoy pulls his signature smirk, eyeing you up and down.

The hold on your wand tightens as you whip it out and point it at him, stepping forward. "Oh, I wouldn't if I were you. Unless you want a repeat of fourth year? Don't think we all forgot about you running stark naked around the corridors after your little ferret incident."

The crowd bursts into laughter at your witty comeback. Even Theodore Nott couldn't contain his laughter and eventually gave in when he saw the humiliated look gracing Malfoy's face.

Malfoy's gaze on you hardens, his upper lip curling in contempt as he too takes a step forward. If looks could kill, this would be it. He flicks his wand upwards, still maintaining eye contact and you hear the thud of 3 bodies on your left, followed by grunts from the hard contact as he relinquished the golden trio from his spell.

"Yeah? No wonder Weasel left you for the Mudblood. I would too considering what a bitch you are." He hisses with no remorse.

Gasps emit from the crowd at his harsh riposte.

As much as you'd hate to admit it, the comment hit a nerve. You remained civil with Hermione and Ron after having found out he cheated on you with her but the pain was still there. A guilty expression flickered over the couple's faces as they shot you an apologetic look.

"Awww, are you going to cry now?"

Your wand lowers slightly from the impact of Malfoy's insult and he takes this as an opportunity to cast a leg-locking curse.

However, he underestimated you. You managed to block the spell with a simple protection charm before quickly shouting "Expelliarmus!" Malfoy's wand jumped into your open hand in a fleet of a moment and he was left defenceless.

"I may be a bitch but at least I'm not a disappointment. It's obvious that your Father would rather have anyone— hell, he'd even have Harry rather than you as a son" you scoff, narrowing your eyes at him.

You felt a surge of satisfaction when an emotion that resembled hurt flashed across his face. But it went as soon as it came.

Something in Draco snapped. It was one thing to ridicule him in front of his peers but to bring up his Father? Now that was a whole different ball game. Before he could even stop himself, a barrage of insults came pouring out.

"Are you even hearing yourself? At least I have a Father. And I have a Mother. You? You have no one. Your parents are fucking dead, Potter. You don't even have any recollection of them—"

"MALFOY—"

"Shut the fuck up, Potter" He snaps at Harry then instantly directs his attention to you again. "And as for your sorry brother, I don't even see you two together anymore. He'd rather be around the two people that betrayed you—"

"Draco, mate, I think that's enoug—" Theo tugs on Malfoy's sleeve to get him to stop but he's persistent on speaking his mind.

"Piss off, Nott. A-Around the two people that betrayed you than— than a pathetic excuse for a witch. No one likes nor cares about you. You're nothing, Potter. You hear me? Nothing."

Malfoy appeared deranged in the way he lashed out at you, chest heaving from his rant and wild eyes that looked as if he could kill you right at that moment.

But you didn't care.

You were past the point of caring. You knew all the things he said to you were true, you sometimes even thought it. But it felt like a whole new revelation when he stated it aloud. In front of everyone. Soon the whole school would be talking about this.

But you didn't care.

It was then, Draco knew. He knew he messed up. He took in the wide eyes and gaping mouths of his peers around him. Harry's enraged expression. His friends' guilty body language; despite the fact they played no part in the insult.

Then his eyes swept over to you. He had knocked the life right out of you. You looked ... numb. With your faintly quivering lip and glassy eyes, he realised he had overstepped. Usually, you'd retaliate and he would too until you were both separated by your friends or the professors.

Though, this was different. This was overdoing it.

"R-Right." You managed to say flatly but the distress was clear in your words. The tears in your eyes were threatening to spill and you felt sick. Sick to the stomach about the fact everyone had heard and were most likely going to realise that about you too if they hadn't already.

You had to leave. Bolt out of there before you became a weeping mess.

You turned on your heel and made a beeline for the closest abandoned corridor you knew by heart. You couldn't go to your dorm because Harry would find you there and you wanted to be alone for the time being.

You ignored your brother's calls to come back aswell as Hermione's and a few other fellow Gryffindors you had befriended over the years.

Tear after tear came rolling down your flushed cheeks. Each one representing a time you had bottled up those feelings and refused to give into the 'let it all go' mechanism.

The past 2-3 years had been a blur of pain and heartbreak. Ron and Hermione's betrayal had hit you worse than you thought, combined with Harry's absence and the pitiful treatment your friends had been giving you.

"Potter, wait!"

You whirled round so fast at the all so familiar voice. Out of all people, you hadn't expected him to be the one to follow you.

"Leave me alone, Malfoy. Please— Just .... just please leave me alone" Your plead came out in splutters, unable to fully form a sentence with the state your mind was in.

You swivel back round and begin to continue further down the hallway but you don't get far as Malfoy calls after you again.

"Potter, stop."

"WHAT? WHAT IS IT? YOU WANT TO HUMILIATE ME EVEN MORE? IS THAT IT? WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WANT, MALFOY?" You turn, snapping at him.

Through the swelling anger and haze of your tears, you couldn't make out his expression as he stared intently at your face.

"I— I just wanted to—" Malfoy pauses for a second, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he simply sighs, eyes travelling to your hand. "My wand. You have my wand." He points at your clenched fists that have both his and your wand in it's tight grip.

At that, you feel immensely stupid for lashing out at him. Huffing, you shove it in his hands and collapse against the vacant corridor's wall out of frustration.

You bury your head in your hands and replay the scene that had just occurred. It was humiliating. Utterly humiliating ... but it was the truth.

"Potter."

You started slightly at the sound of Malfoy's voice. You had expected him to go running back to his goons to ridicule your breakdown yet here he was.

"Wh-What are y-you still doing here?" You managed to reply in between hiccups as you kept your eyes wired shut to cease the ever flowing stream of tears. "Would h-have thought you'd ran off and celebrated this v-victory of yours with the other Slytherins."

"Potter, I—"

"No, you know what, I don't even care anymore." You get to your feet and push yourself off the wall. This would only satisfy Malfoy even further; watching every piece of the facade you managed to maintain, crack and fracture. He didn't deserve to see you like this.

As you swivel round, about to make a run to your dorm, you're pulled back by a harsh grip on your wrist. Cold rings digging into your skin as he spins you back round.

"Well, I do." Malfoy says in almost a whisper.

You shoot him a bemused look at his vague and random words.

He takes in your confused expression and further elaborates. "...Care. I mean." He says, flatly whilst looking around you as if he were avoiding your eyes.

You can't help the scoff that passes through your mouth as you yank your wrist free of his grasp. "You? Care? Yeah, right."

You go to turn again but he stops you once more. "Look, Potter—"

"Malfoy—"

"If you would just—"

"No—"

"Listen to me—"

"Why would—"

In a fleet of a moment, Malfoy shoves you against the wall. His large hand wrapped around the back of your head to mitigate the impact. And the other squeezing your hip to hold you in place.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE, STOP INTERRUPTING ME. IS IT SO HARD TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND FUCKING LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY?"

You open your mouth to protest but you're quickly cut off by his hand leaving your head as it drives into the stone wall right next to your face.

"STOP IT. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT LISTEN MEANS, POTTER?"

You jump at the abrupt act of violence combined with the volume and harshness of his words.

"LISTEN."

His fist rams into the wall again.

"TO."

And again.

"ME."

And again.

Your eyes screw shut as you let out a small whimper from the proximity of his punches between the wall and your face. Tears escaping and falling rapidly from the fear he had elicited out of you combined with the occurrence that had put you in this mess in the first place.

Malfoy is pulled out of his momentary ballistic rage at the sound of your small and helpless sounding whimper. He had yet again let his temper get the better of him. Culpability overcame him as he took in your cowering state and he instantly regretted spinning out of control.

"Potter." His voice, eyes and grip had softened drastically, completely contrasting his aura just seconds ago.

"Y-You're scaring me." You murmur.

Malfoy instantaneously takes a step back, releasing you from his hold.

Your eyes fly open and immediately register the immense shame etched on his face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't—" He pauses momentarily, sighing to himself before continuing. "I didn't mean to scare you. Or hurt you. I didn't mean the things I said earlier."

It was an understatement to say you were taken aback by Malfoy apologising. You didn't think he even knew how to.

"You're sorry?" You reply, dubiously.

"Yes. I am."

You squint your eyes at him in suspicion, "No, you're not. Why would you be sorry? You don't even care—"

"Fuck's sake, not again." He cuts you off, shaking his head as he pinches the bridge of his nose out of irritation.

You don't understand. What's his angle? Surely, he doesn't really care. Right?

"What? You don't. Or else you wouldn't have—" You attempt to explain your point of view but he interrupts you once more.

"FUCKING HELL, POTTER. I AM SORRY, OKAY? IS IT SO HARD FOR YOU TO BELIEVE THAT I'M APOLOGISING FOR HURTING YOUR FEELINGS?"

A moment of silence passes between the two of you as you stare at each other.

"Yes." You breathe. "I-I just don't understand why you would—"

Before you could even process what was happening, Malfoy has you pinned to the wall anew but this time with his lips pressed against yours.

You undergo a mixture of all sorts of emotions in the time span of a second. Shock, confusion, disbelief and most of all a tiny spark of exuberance.

He gives you little time to melt into the kiss before he's pulling away already and holding your face in his hands.

You've never been this close to Malfoy before, so needless to say you wouldn't have believed anyone if they said Malfoy actually had the most entrancing eyes. Like a storm brewing behind grey clouds, you thought.

"Does that answer your question?" He asks, a smirk creeping up his face.

You can't help the little smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you attempt to mirror his smirk. "Partly, yes."

Without a second thought, you smash your lips against his, hands travelling to his hair as you lightly tug on the ends.

He slightly moans at this and mumbles in between kisses, "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this."

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

You both suddenly pull away from each other as you meet Harry's eyes from the end of the hallway.

Shit.

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gallifrey1sburning · 3 years

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Okay Drarry prompt: (your choice who is A and who is B) Character A tilting Character B’s chin up to get a better look at their face and the evidence of the fight. A delicately thumbs away the streak of blood by B’s mouth, saying nothing as they examine it. After a brief pause, B’s heart skips a nervous beat as A looks them dead in the eyes. Their voice is quiet and tense, their anger barely restrained. “Who did this to you?”

Hello hello! I almost never write angst, so I was going to fluff-ify this, but then I had a bad day and decided to take it out on Harry. (Sorry, Harry. I promise it ends okay.)

Pardon Me While I Burst

Harry poked at his split lip in the mirror and hissed. He could already see a nasty bruise forming across one cheekbone, and his eye was beginning to swell. And that wasn’t even getting into the various smaller cuts and bruises.

Christ. He was beginning to sober up a bit, and the numbness that came with being several whiskys deep was fading, giving way to a sharper pain than he’d expected. He gingerly traced a scrape across his cheek with a fingertip, vaguely remembering the glint of a ring on a huge, meaty fist as it flew at his face, and winced. He might have gotten a bit overambitious in his choice of opponent tonight. Still, he’d had worse.

Just then, the door to the flat slammed, making him curse under his breath in panic. He’d thought he’d have more time before Draco got back from his date; he usually didn’t come home until dawn. There was no way Harry was going to get himself healed before Draco made it this far, and Harry, like the idiot he was, hadn’t even closed the bathroom door. He contemplated spelling it shut now, but he was still tipsy enough that he wasn’t sure he could control the force of the spell. He didn’t think that accidentally knocking the door off its hinges would be particularly helpful to his current predicament.

Sighing, he dropped his head and closed his eyes, resigned to the inevitable. Four… three… two…

“Oh good, you’re up! You would not believe the night that I—” Draco’s cheerful voice halted abruptly as he reached the bathroom door. Harry gripped the edge of the sink, aware of how his bloodied knuckles must look against the porcelain, and didn’t look up until a gentle pressure under his chin forced him to. He heard a sharp inhale, and reluctantly opened his eyes, although he couldn’t bring himself to meet his flatmate’s gaze. Draco’s expression was unreadable as he tipped Harry’s head from side to side, cataloguing his injuries. Harry guiltily savored the warmth of Draco’s fingers against his skin, trying to memorize the sensation before it ended.

Draco didn’t let go of him right away, though. Instead, he held Harry’s head still, raising his other hand and swiping a thumb along his split bottom lip, making Harry flinch. Draco raised the hand in front of Harry’s face, showing him the streak of blood across his pale skin.

“Who did this to you?”

The ice in his voice was enough to make Harry’s eyes finally snap to meet his. Silver eyes bored into him, and he looked… fuck, he looked furious. Suddenly overwhelmed by guilt, Harry felt his own eyes begin to well and quickly yanked himself out of Draco’s grasp, turning away to escape that penetrating gaze before he gave too much away.

“It was no one; don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t worry about it? Harry, you look like—” He stopped, took a deep breath. “Who was it?”

“Just some guy at a bar. It really doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t believe you. No one just jumps Harry Potter at a bar.”

“It was a Muggle bar. And—” Harry was very glad that he wasn’t facing Draco for this part. “And I hit him first, anyway. It’s fine.” Draco was silent, and Harry babbled on, fueled by alcohol and anxiety. “You just got home earlier than I expected; normally I’d have—” He stopped abruptly. Shit.

“Normally.” It wasn’t a question. Draco’s voice had gone flat, and Harry almost missed the icy anger, because at least that hadn’t been directed at him. “Explain.”

“Draco, please, can we drop it? It’s fine; I’m fine. I’ll heal it in a minute. Just—”

“No, we cannot just drop it.” Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see Draco’s fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. His whole body radiated tension, like he was tempted to hit something himself. “You just more or less told me that you get into bar brawls frequently enough that you have a ‘normal’ routine for afterwards! I don’t even know where to begin. Who are you going to bars with that lets you pick fights with strangers? Why are you picking fights in bars with strangers? And when the hell is this happening that I’m not aware of it?! For Merlin’s sake, Harry, we’ve lived together for almost two years. I thought I knew you!”

The comment hit hard, and Harry couldn’t contain his wince. He tried to rub a hand down his face, but grimaced as he bumped his swollen eye. He felt so small. He’d never wanted Draco to know about any of this. “I just… get angry, sometimes,” he muttered. “I go by myself. It’s just… an outlet. I don’t know. It’s never with anyone I could actually hurt. And I can heal myself. It’s just a thing I do. Sometimes.”

When Draco answered, Harry curled further in on himself, hating how distressed he sounded. “I don’t… Harry, why? If you need an outlet, why this? Why not, I don’t know, get one of those Muggle punching bags? Or spar properly, safely?” Harry clamped his lips shut, not wanting to let anything else slip out, but Draco kept going. “Why not come to me? I could have helped.”

Harry mumbled an answer under his breath.

“What?”

He repeated himself, barely more than a whisper. “It doesn’t happen when you’re here.” He turned just enough to glance at Draco from under his eyelashes and immediately wished he hadn’t. Draco’s brow was furrowed with hurt and confusion.

“I don’t understand.”

Harry was tired. He was so tired, and so sick of hurting, and just intoxicated enough, still, that he couldn’t think up a plausible way to get out of this—and so he gave up. Maybe Ginny and Luna would let him crash with them for a while, if Draco kicked him out. Or even if he didn’t. Harry was recognizing, as he felt his carefully built walls crumbling around him, that he’d let it go on too long. He should have left before it got this bad. He should have left as soon as he’d realized what he was feeling, what it meant. He closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around himself.

“I only get angry like that when you go out.”

It was quiet for a moment. Finally, Draco asked, “Why?”

He sounded truly bewildered, and Harry laughed, except it was more a sob, really, and—fuck—the tears had started to escape. The salt stung his face. “Because it hurts, Draco, why do you think?” Draco didn’t answer. Harry hadn’t expected him to. “You don’t know what it’s like to watch someone you— Every week, it’s someone new. And it never stops hurting.”

“Harry…”

“You were never supposed to know.”

“Harry.” The voice was closer now, right behind him. A hesitant hand slid up his arm, elbow to shoulder, before grasping gently to turn him. Harry kept his head down, but, once again, those damnably gentle fingers lifted his chin, forcing him to look.

It was like a hazy mirror of the moment when Draco had first seen him—head held still, eyes searching his face, but instead of anger, they held something else, something Harry couldn’t identify.

“Harry.” The second hand came up, the thumb now wiping away tears instead of blood. Draco’s eyes flitted between Harry’s, still searching, and then he leaned in. Harry was frozen.

As soon as Draco’s lips brushed his, however, Harry snapped out of his daze, quickly turning his head away and squeezing his eyes shut against a fresh wave of tears. “Don’t,” he pleaded, and his voice sounded wrecked. “Please, Draco. Not if you don’t mean it.”

Draco’s hands hadn’t left Harry’s face, and they easily guided him back, holding him still until he met Draco’s gaze. “Of course I mean it,” he said, voice shaky but firm.

“But—”

“You said it yourself, Harry. Every week, someone new. They don’t matter. They’ve never mattered. It’s…” And now it was Draco’s eyes welling, Draco’s lids dropping closed to hide his vulnerability, Draco’s voice sounding rough. “It’s just an outlet.” He swallowed and opened his eyes again, watching whatever series of emotions was likely flashing across Harry’s face, now that all his walls had been torn down. “I didn’t think that you. I didn’t—” He traced a thumb under Harry’s eye again, over his uninjured cheek, sliding his hand down the length of his neck and around until he was cupping his nape, but he didn’t lean back in.

Instead, he waited—hesitantly hopeful—until Harry did.

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I spent a month reading harry potter fanfics and here’s what I learned

So for the past three and a half weeks, I’ve been doing basically nothing but reading Harry Potter fanfics and now I kind of just want to talk about them. No one cares but future me will! I tend to get caught in obsessions fairly easily (for instance, two months ago was comic books and last month was video editing and then k dramas). I’m feeling like my Harry Potter obsession is fading which makes me really sad cause it was a fun ride. I went from Drarry to Hinny, time travel to alternate realities, obscuris Harry to Dark!Harry, MCU AUs to Doctor Who AUs. I must’ve read more than 50 fics.

I’ve learned that I hate Dumbledore

Snape makes for a great mentor but I will only like him with proper character development

also where did Snape being Draco’s godfather come from? I don’t think this was in the books? I’m not angry, just confused

I read a fic that was so sad that I was physically unable to finish reading it -- actually I read two of those, one of them was a DID fic and the other Voldemort adopted Harry

the Voldemort one is quite possibly the most tragic thing I have ever read and even though it’s been two weeks I still haven’t been able to recover -- I was only halfway finished too GOOD LORD

another fic I read that was so fucking depressing was a time loop situation where Harry literally couldn’t get out of and it ended tragically

obscuris Harry is interesting but I really only like the ones where Newt is actually involved but I couldn’t find any finished ones

I don’t like it when Harry’s appearance changes, it throws me for a loop

there was this one where Harry got sent back in time and his figure got disfigured and so he didn’t even appear like himself anymore

I just find it odd for Harry Potter not to look like Harry Potter, idk

I also have a headcanon that his hair is very curly rather than shaggy

I haven’t been able to find a fic where Harry goes back in time to the Marauders era and has the right amount of angst but the right amount of fluff

I’ve read some good ones where the Marauders travel to Harry’s time but like,,, it isn’t quite what I’m looking for? I’m gonna have to write it, aren’t I?

this doesn’t happen with irondad fics, literally everything you’ve ever wanted you can find it there

I read one where Harry did go back in time but she (fem!Harry) didn’t really interact with her parents or the Marauders that much, she became friends with Regulus instead

Regulus should’ve been in Gryffindor

I’ve not only read fics where Draco has been a Ravenclaw, Slytherin, but also a Gryffindor. I haven’t found one where he’s in Hufflepuff

I’ve read fics where Harry’s in every single house - the Ravenclaw one might be my favorite so far, it had to do with him going to a different timeline where there’s another Harry and he’s a major dick

Hufflepuff Harry one was funny, but it got distressing cause Dumbledore didn’t trust him and tried to get him expelled

actually the Hufflepuff one made my heart hurt cause Harry was put in the body of a Harry who isn’t the boy who lived and barely spoke and was basically like an even more traumatized Neville

Slytherin Harry is everything to me and he should’ve been in Slytherin

Ravenclaw Draco is something that can be so personal

I’m tired of reading Year One fics, I get it, there’s a stone, let’s move on

Year Four fics are my favorite however, there was one (which is my favorite) where Harry’s a necromancer and in the graveyard scene he calls corpses from the graves alive to help him get out of there it was so cool

I am partial to Harry/Draco but Harry/Luna is cute

there was a Pokemon Harry/Luna one that’s adorable and I’ve read it twice already

I like when there’s a ton of lore involved

especially Hogwarts lessons - like ancient runes can fucking get it, I love runes fics

there was an MCU AU one where I read Harry didn’t have his magic anymore, not as potent as it was, but he did have ancient runes

LISTEN I tried to get into Dark!Harry but after that Voldemort adoption one I can’t do it anymore, I will start crying literally right now -- he just wants to be fucking useful! He just wants to be loved! Is that too much to fucking ask for?

however Harry doing dark!magic but isn’t actually on the dark side is cool

Death Eater Spy Draco! It makes me distressed but also I am so here for it!

Jenkins if you’re out there I love you (if you get this reference I love you)

I read a ton of Avengers adopt Harry when he’s younger but I don’t care for younger Harry fics, I prefer when he’s a teenager and I don’t have to read the first few years at Hogwarts, it can get repetitive

Give me all the angst with Harry being a horcrux please, I’m living for the drama

Lily is not a fan favorite weirdly enough, when the Marauders are in fics she’s usually not there which is unfortunate because I just really want a good Harry/Lily bonding moment

one of the saddest fics I read was where harry, luna, hermione and neville find themselves in an alternate dimension where Lily and Remus are married and alive, James is a dick but has other kids, and every single person that had died in their world is alive

I don’t like it when there’s Ron bashing, he’s one of my favorites, but if I have to, I’ll read some of them

there was this Sherlock fic (listen, I went in fucking deep, it’s been a weird month) where fem!Harry is on the run from the Ministry because I don’t actually understand and Ron and everyone is out for blood for her

Eleventh Doctor/Harry is a pairing I was not aware of but I actually kind of love?

Master of Death Harry is fucking OP and I love him for that

mcu aus is something I never knew I needed

Holly Potter and the Midlife Crisis is fucking everything

So is On Punching Gods and Absentee Dads, I realized it was the same author when I read in the author notes that the author was going to some volcano convention thing and I was like this is way too niche for it to be a coincidence

I’ve read Tony is Harry’s dad, Loki is Harry’s dad, Harry is just weird friends with Thor, ones where Natasha is Harry’s aunt

listen everyone is related to this boy

I will not read a fic if it doesn’t involve Harry, he’s my boy, he’s my love, I care only about him and him only I’m so sorry

you know that meme where people say nobody’s favorite character is harry potter, the titular character? Well meet me! He’s my favorite!

in battle of hogwarts fics, Remus almost always dies. Why is that? Why do you guys hate him so much? It’s always half and half for Fred, I never know if he’s going to live or not

In all of the good fics I’ve read I saw in the collections area of ao3 the same collection and I was like! You get me!

if it says Gammily’s Bookshelf on the fic, it’s gonna be a really fucking great fic let me just tell you that right now

Parseltongue gets me so riled up, I fucking love Parseltongue, it’s so cool

there’s a reason I usually filter out non/c*n but I decided to let it flow and I ran into a few that fucking d e s t r o y e d me why do you guys read shit like this, it broke my heart

that being said I read one that was really nuanced and actually really good but it’ll never be finished and I’m very mad about that

Either we have a better understanding of how goblins could be utilized than JKR or we’re just ignorant of how powerful they can be

weird coincidence that I’ve read two completely different fics where Harry thought having a threesome meant kissing three different people

Dumbledore’s a bitch and I hate him, every fic I’ve read so far agrees with me

there is a person out there that is CARRYING the bucky barnes/harry potter pairing on their back and I hope whoever that is knows how much I appreciate them

remind me never to click on a fic that hasn’t been updated since 2015 ever again, C’est La Vie I will miss you so

this is just a fucking quarter of the harry potter fics I’ve read but thanks for reading if you did, let me know if you want to know some of the titles

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seriouslysnape · 3 years

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Since you’re down with writing for him, can you do a Lucius fic where the reader stands up to ole Voldy and rips him to shreds with her words for his treatment of her love (Lucius), and takes everyone by surprise because she’s usually just an observer of things? Lucius internally freaks of course because he thinks Voldy will kill her or something, but he’s actually as stunned as everyone and even impressed that she has so much nerve and such a “talent” with her words. Then once they’re alone, Lucius dwells on about how recklace that was and how he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if anything ever happened to her, especially if he was the reason. But once she gets him calmed down, he just gushes over her for being so brave, strong, loving, and protecting of him.

Sorry if this is quite long!

Not a problem at all! Thanks for requesting! :)

Words of Fire

Lucius Malfoy x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Sexual implications

Word Count: 2,117

“Nothing happened. I knew he wasn’t going to do anything.”

You fought the urge to let out a heavy sigh as you sat at the Death Eaters’ table. It was yet again another meeting with another round of Voldemort talking and no one else being able to get a word in. You rarely ever spoke at these meetings, only listening and soaking in every word that was said. Lucius was seated on your immediate left, refusing to look away from Lord Voldemort even for a split moment. Lucius’ hand was resting on your leg, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

Truthfully, you weren’t really sure what Voldemort was talking about. Your mind was everywhere but this current meeting. You glanced down at the strong hand that was on your thigh. You let your fingertips trace over his knuckles, feeling the cold metal of the rings on his fingers. He held back the urge to smirk at the feeling of your touching his skin. Your mind wandered to the night before, chills spreading over your body.

You had been up late the night before with Lucius, laid up together in his ridiculously massive bed and his bedroom that was bigger than your first house put together. He had been rather touchy throughout the day, so it wasn’t a shocker that he kept you up late with rough kisses and lots of lovemaking.

It was an intoxicating feeling, really. Lucius was very refined and well put together, never a stitch out of place. It wasn’t a surprise that he was experienced, and knew his way around a woman. You found yourself craving his touch, wishing for him at all moments of the day.

Your dirty thoughts were interrupted when Lucius subconsciously gripped your leg. You found your attention back to the meeting at hand. Voldemort was staring a hole through Lucius, which was never something you wanted to see.

“It seems that Lucius’ failure caused everyone at this table some form of distress.” Voldemort hissed, however his expression remained unchanged.

Lucius didn’t have much of a visible response to that. He was used to Voldemort often chiding him and tearing into him, but it didn’t make it any less humiliating. Lucius was very loyal to Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters, but lately he had failed to come through to Voldemort’s orders.

Lucius was distracted. Suddenly, there was more to his life than wealth and following Voldemort’s power. He had his heart in another place. However, whenever he messed up, Voldemort was always the first to hear about it.

“I assure you, my Lord, that it won’t happen again.” Lucius spoke, calmly and collected.

Voldemort looked doubtful at that. His cold eyes shifting to you for a moment before flickering back. He knew something was getting in the way of Lucius’ duties, and he had a pretty good idea that it was you.

“I would surely hope not,” Voldemort went on; “You would think that a pure-blood would be much more efficient.”

You felt your blood run cold. You hated the way Voldemort spoke to Lucius. Well, you hated the way Voldemort spoke to everyone, but especially Lucius.

“What is your problem?” You sneered loudly at the sunken man.

Lucius’ gray colored eyes snapped to you. They were full of desperation and fear. As a matter of fact, every pair of eyes at the long, dark table were looking at you. You were much more of a listener than a talker, and sometimes not even that. The fact that you were speaking up now (and with such feistiness) was stunning.

“[Y/N], do not-” Lucius began to warn under his breath, but you cut him off.

“I mean, seriously! Do you have nothing better to do than to nag like a prick for an hour and a half?” You questioned with a sharpness to your tone.

Lucius’ pale face had lost even more color. He was sure he’d be mistaken for a ghost to an outsider. He was fully panicking. He knew that you knew better than to smart off to Lord Voldemort, arguably one of the most powerful wizards in the world. With a wave of a wand and a simple mutter of “avada kedavra” would finish you off right then and there.

Bellatrix was watching with a face full of entertainment. She had always liked you, and was thrilled to see you standing up for Lucius like this.

Voldemort was watching rather stoically, but if Lucius hadn’t been totally about to lose his marbles, he would’ve noticed the hint of amusement in his eyes. Lucius could feel his heart pounding away in his chest, the silence in between your pauses was thick. He was trying to calm himself down. While what you were doing was unthinkable, you hadn’t yet said something that was completely impossible to come back from. Or, at least, not yet anyway.

“And aren’t you a half-blood anyway? How do you have any say over what a pure blood is supposed to be like?” You barked.

Lucius felt like throwing up. That was the final hit. He was preparing himself for the worst possible outcome. Maybe Voldemort wouldn’t use a death spell. Perhaps Nagini would make a snack out of you. A slow, painful death that was almost worse than anything else. Lucius, as frightened as he was, looked back to Voldemort with anticipation, begging Voldemort in his head not to kill you.

Lucius was sure he was hallucinating, or maybe he had witnessed your death and was having some sort of weird vision. But everyone else’s reactions were unmistakably real.

Lord Voldemort, the darkest of all wizards, began to laugh.

It wasn’t a laugh that read oh-you-should-not-have-done-that sort of sound. It was more of a shocked, impressed sort of laugh. The rest of the table began to nervously laugh in response, but eventually fell into side cramping laughter. Even you cracked a smile, not at all afraid of what was going to happen next. If you went out defending Lucius, then so be it. Lucius was too confused to laugh, or do anything for that matter.

Voldemort’s laughs did dwindle out into chuckles in between speaking, but even then he had a hard time piecing together sentences.

“Well, I have never seen such a fire come out of you.” Voldemort said to you.

Lucius dug his nails into his leg, not really sure if that was a good reaction or not.

“Really now, [Y/N], I do wish you would speak up more often at these congregations,” He said, rather galvanized by your choice of wording; “I must say, you have quite a raw talent for threats and messages.”

You fought the urge to beam at that. You had always been told that you had a way with words. Lucius felt the nausea pass, but he was shocked silent. You were the only person on the planet who could have gotten away with what you just did. As if that wasn’t groundbreaking enough, you were also the only person to draw an apology of sorts out of the Dark Lord’s mouth.

“Perhaps, I judged you unfairly, Lucius. However, I do expect you to fulfill your assignments next time.” Voldemort chuckled, looking at Lucius.

Lucius only nodded, still too in shambles to say anything more. Lucius finished out the rest of the meeting in a daze, though he noted you seemed to have actually enjoyed the remainder of the time. Lucius had it on repeat in his head. A million wonders and what ifs flying by him like a runaway train. That could have ended much more differently, and the fact that you weren’t even phased was bugging him.

He didn’t say much, which you noted as odd. Once you were alone in the Malfoy Manor, you spoke to him gently.

“Lucius, my love, what is it?” You asked, placing your hands on his shoulders from behind.

There was a roaring, warm fire in his spacious bedroom, heating the room in a wonderful way. He was far from comfortable though.

“Oh, it’s nothing really. Surely not the fact that you fired off to the Dark Lord.” He growled, rubbing his forehead stressfully.

You had a feeling that this was about what happened at the meeting. You didn’t say anything, prompting him to go on. He stood from where he was sitting in his living area, removing himself from your touch and standing in front of you behind the sofa.

“You must be out of your mind. Do you understand how reckless that was?” He asked, grabbing the sides of your arms.

Anyone else would’ve read Lucius' expression as angry, but you knew it wasn’t that. His eyes told a different story than the rest of his face.

He was scared.

“Nothing happened. I knew he wasn’t going to do anything.” You told him, trying to comfort him.

His eyes were wide and his lower lip had a faint quiver to it. He put his cold hands to your face, almost as if he were trying to convince himself that you were really there.

“Did you know? [Y/N], do you not understand how badly that could’ve turned out if he hadn’t found it so funny?” He questioned seriously.

You shrugged, not looking away from his gaze.

“But he did.” You answered simply.

He felt like he was arguing with a wall. You had always been a tad riskier than he was. You often played your cards without looking to see what kind of hand you had. He’d put it this way: it had shaved some years off of his life more than once. He thought about the life he had led with you thus far. You had only been together a couple of years, but it had felt like a lifetime. He couldn’t imagine his days without you. Draco had grown fond of you, despite his grudges in the beginning.

If you had been hurt or killed...it would’ve left holes in more than just Lucius’ life.

“You can be so careless with yourself. I hate it,” He admitted, his voice raising a bit; “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if you weren’t around anymore. I couldn’t live knowing you were gone on my behalf.”

You felt guilty for putting him through this. You hadn’t thought that this would affect him this way. You took his hands from your face, leading him back to the couch to sit him down.

“I’m fine, Luc. I’m right here in front of you,” You assured him; “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

He sighed heavily. He had become rather...soft after meeting you. He felt more now. His voice was gentler now, but deeper.

“I know, I know, my darling. I just don’t ever want to see anything happen to you, especially because of me.” He confessed.

You nodded, caressing his cheek with your warm hard.

“You are, without a doubt, the bravest person I know. I don’t know of anyone who would stand up to Lord Voldemort that way.” He proclaimed.

You grinned cheekily. He went on before you could say anything else.

“Oh, I do adore you. You’ve always been so loving and protective over me,” He added; “You are one charming woman.”

A heat crept over your cheeks, you laughed bashfully.

“I also have a ‘talent’ for words apparently.” You reminded him.

Lucius cracked a smile as well.

“That you do, my dear. You are very quick that way.” He praised.

You hummed playfully, raising your brows a hair.

“And what else?” You prodded him on.

His smile turned into more of a devious smirk. He slowly inched towards you on the sofa.

“Intelligent, talented, beautiful,” He listed off, pushing you down onto the cushions of the couch, making you squirm with eagerness; “Sexy...”

He kissed you with such fervor that it almost made you dizzy. His lips were hotter than the raging fire in the fireplace, his lips leaving a trail down your stomach before he made it to your hips. Pushing the skirt of your dress up, before breathing out at the sight of there not being anything underneath.

“Someone was expecting to be rewarded, yes?” He razzed, kissing at the skin of your inner thighs; “Ask and you shall receive.”

You breathed out a whine, a hand above your head and one in his hair.

“Please, Lucius. I want your mouth on me.” You pleaded.

He usually would drag this out, making you beg for him until you were almost in tears. But he wanted to pleasure you, to hear your sounds as another reminder that you were there with him. He left a kiss on your heated sex, purring before pleasuring you mercilessly.

“Anything for you, my star.”

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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-Soulmates- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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Kody: This soulmate au came from (minxy_keys) and (paradisepjm) on Wattpad, with some slight changes. You should go read there work and such. Also there is no house rivalry in this story, just blood status and such.

Summary: In this world you have a timer on your wrist and once it goes out without finding your soulmate you become emotionless, but finding your soulmate before the timer runs out can come with immense pain if separated for too long.

Year: 7th

House: Gryffindor

Possible Triggers: Mentions of insecurities, bullying, pain, cursing

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soulmates

a word that was overused and overheard quite often in this world. Having a soulmate was much as a necessity as breathing was. You needed your soulmate to live a comfortable life, or to put it more bluntly live at all. Even checking your timer on your wrist became an everyday task, like second nature.

in Hogwarts, almost everyone had found their soulmates. Even your best George Weasley found his soulmate last year, Luna Lovegood. They were both playful and weird in their own ways, absolutely perfect for each other in every way. You were one of the few who was still searching for their soulmate of course.

little did you know it would come sooner then later and in the most unexpected way.

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9:00, saturday morning

your eyes slowly flutter open only to be met with the harsh gaze of the sun that shone through the window. Your eyes shut instantly and very groggily, you turned onto your side now facing the wall. With eyes still closed you lift your left arm to look at your wrist. Opening your eyes you look at the timer, a dreadful feeling sets in the pit of your stomach.

27 hours

you sat up quickly, praying that your mind was fuzzy from just waking up and what you were seeing wasn’t really true, but alas no matter how much you blinked it was still there. You only had twenty four hours to find your soulmate or be a empty numb hollow shell of what you were now.

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9:10, saturday morning, 27 hours

after laying in bed for ten minutes bawling your eyes out, you get up and throw on whatever clothes you could find at the moment. ‘Why did this have to happen? i thought i had so much more time left? and on a saturday too- okay thats not important right now’

you left your dorm and was now walking down the hallway, head full of terrified thoughts. You had witnessed students have mental breakdowns over there last few hours, but you honestly never thought you’d be in the situation yourself. It wasn’t fair.

as you walked into the great hall, the smell of breakfast foods filled your nose, your stomach growling in response. The hall was a bit empty, it made sense considering it was a weekend and students were most likely sleeping in and would get food later in the day.

in a odd way, you wanted to sleep through this madness, but on the other hand waking up an emotionless zombie wouldn’t exactly be the best either. As you looked over to the Gryffindor table you spotted the ginger twin with the Ravenclaw girl.

you practically ran over there and sat yourself in front of them, startling the couple “Woah Y/n are you okay?” George asked, taking note of your anxious state. You shook your head frantically and pulled up your sleeve, showing both of them your timer.

“you have twenty three hours left, oh no” Luna spoke in her usual quiet tone, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. George had a horrid expression on his face “Oh shit- well we don’t have time for eating. Let’s go!” George exclaimed, standing up from his seat.

Luna nodded once and stood up as well “Are you sure guys” you ask and stand up along with them “Your our friend and we would do anything for you! You helped me and Luna find each other and it’s my turn to help you” George states proudly, making you smile.

“Alright let’s go”

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5:23, saturday afternoon, 20 hours

“George it’s been seven hours, we are not going to find them and after forcing kids to touch my arm all day, i think people hate me” you groan out taking a seat on the hallway bench and shoving your face in your hands. George sighs as he looks down at you. He goes over to you and grabs your hands.

“Come on we can’t give up. Who is going to help me plan pranks with fred? Who’s going to give me advice on Luna? I refuse to let your personality slip away from you-” George was cut off as Luna came running down the hall, you had sent her to see if any other girls or guys were around that they haven’t seen.

Luna looked visibly distressed by something which worried the Weasley. “Luna? Are you alright?” he asked as he step towards her, grabbing her arms with his hands. She nods slowly, seemingly out of breath “Harry...Draco...fighting...courtyard...Harry....loosing....”

you stand up quickly and look at your wrist “Twenty hours, that’s enough time to deal with Harry’s bullshit right?” you spoke, not waiting for an answer as you began to rush down the halls. George looks at Luna and turns around, crouching down. “Here get on my back darling, your already out of breath”

Luna smiles sheepishly and climbs onto his back.

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5:26, saturday afternoon, 20 hours

“Fight! Fight! Fight!”

you saw a crowd of people forming a circle. The chaos was definitely in the middle. In the corner of your eye you saw George stop next to you, putting Luna back on the ground slowly and cautiously. “So i suggest we-” you rush up to the group leaving the both behind as you shoulder check students out of your way.

students gave you hateful glares, but you didn’t care at the moment. You just wanted to make sure Harry didn’t break a limb again, you’d never hear the end of it from Hermione. Your met with the sight of the Slytherin boy hovering over Harry with a fist raised, about to strike him.

in a swift movement you leap forward and grab Draco’s arm, holding it in place. In that moment you felt a quick sting on your wrist and wince slightly. You turn your wrist, still holding Draco’s arm and watched as your timer faded from your wrist. ‘oh no- oh merlin please- no- not him!’

Draco seems to freeze in place as he to witnesses his timer vanish from his left wrist as well. You let go and take a step back from the Slytherin. He turned around, his eyes boring into you, taking in every inch of how you looked “You?” he said simply. He shakes his head slowly, going to stand up from the ground.

you didn’t give him a chance to say anything else and turned quickly on the heels of your feet, pushing through the crowd once more. You ran back into the school, passing a confused George and Luna in your path. This could not be happening.

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7:42, saturday evening

after locking yourself in your dorm room for two hours you began to feel the effects of meeting your soulmate. You need constant physical contact when you first meet your soulmate or you will become extremely lethargic. It’s like your being drained of all your energy. It’s not great.

a soft knock came to your door and you groaned out a response “Go away George!” you hear a girls laughter, Luna’s laughter as she opens up the door. “It’s just me, George let me in. So Draco Malfoy is your soulmate?” she asked, your eyes widening a bit.

“he told you?” you asked, the Ravenclaw shook her head and walked over to your bed, sitting beside you. “George threatened to knock his teeth out unless he told him what happened to you” she chuckles softly. You feel a small laugh bubble in your throat, but an overwhelming soreness fills you instead.

you wince, eyes being forced shut. Luna frowns and places a hand on your head “You should go find Draco, the pain will go away-” “No, i refuse to be around that dickhead. All he does is bullying people who aren’t pure-bloods. Knowing he’s in the exact same pain is what makes it worth it”

Luna shakes her head and pats you gently “You both are so stubborn. You’ll come crawling to each other in no time” she says as she climbs out of your bed and makes her way over to your door. You scoff and shove your head into the pillow under you roughly. “As if”

all Luna dose is smile warmly and shut your door, leaving you to your pain and thoughts. ‘Like i’d ever go running to him’

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10:23, saturday night

everyone in Hogwarts was sleeping peacefully in their beds. You. Were. Not. The soreness had now turned into a slight pinching feeling. It was like having your period, only all over your body. You could feel your want, your need for the Slytherin boys touch. “Son of a bitch” you mutter.

you grip the sheets and throw them off of you, swinging your legs over the bed. You stand up and slip on your slippers so you wouldn’t have touch the cold floor with your bare feet. The room begins to spin a little, almost causing you to sit back down.

you shake your head a bit and stumble your way to your door, opening and walking out into the common room. Making sure to lean against the wall, you quietly walk across the Gryffindor common room, passing by a sleeping George Weasley on the couch with Luna laying on his chest.

pushing the portrait open, you begin to walk down the stairs. You had to lean on the railing so you wouldn’t fall over. It took you some time, but you managed to make your way into the halls. What were you even looking for? Maybe madam Pomfrey to see if she could numb the pain slightly?

as you walked the empty halls, you heard footsteps in the distance. Looking up you come face to face with a disheveled Draco Malfoy, looking just as bad as you were. Freezing in place, you watch as he looks up. He looked pale and irritated.

the question now was who would move first? Who would sacrifice their pride to make the first move? As you begin to move your legs, so does he. Both of you make your way to each other, using the little amount of energy you had left. Once your only about a foot apart, Draco’s slender arms wrap around you.

you feel as though you had been revived in a instant. You wrap your arms around him as well and bury your face in his chest. The thing is, despite the whole searing pain being relieved you actually liked being in Draco’s arms. He was surprisingly warm and smelt of green apples.

it was calming and you quite enjoyed it. Who would of thought you would find comfort in such a jerk. You felt Draco grip you tighter, pulling your chest completely flush against his. “Your never being apart from me that long ever again. I don’t think i- we could handle it”

you nod against his chest, agreeing with his statement. “Yeah sorry about that. Just- it came as quite a surprise.” you explain to him. Draco sighs deeply against your scalp “Yeah i get it, but we’re stuck with each other so we have deal with it. I’m yours and your mine”

his possessive tone caught you a bit off guard, but at the same time you felt the same thing. Being his soulmate made you see him in a different light. “Yeah” you say simply.

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it has been three weeks since you had figured out Draco Malfoy was your soulmate. After spending the night with each other you both could now being hours apart without any pain. Draco told you he didn’t want anyone to know that you were soulmates, which made your heart sting a bit.

so in the afternoon, after lunch you both would sneak off into the astronomy tower and hold each other for an hour before classes started again. It became a daily task like other things and you were okay with it, but you always secretly wanted more.

Draco had changed so much since you became soulmates. He didn’t really bully anyone anymore, he’d become less stressed and was actually paying more attention in his studies. You had even questioned him on it, but he only said “I guess you’ve changed me for the better”

as you sat at the lunch table, you casually talked with George and Luna. You had been laughing for a good ten minutes straight at the stupid jokes George had been saying. Little did you know a certain Slytherin had taken notice. “Merlin George, your making my stomach hurt” you chuckle.

he grins in response and shrugs his shoulders “It’s because you love me and my jokes” he spoke. You nod slowly “You are indeed right” a slightly harsh tap comes to your shoulder and you turn behind you. Draco. “Draco i-” “Let’s go, i’m feeling drained”

your eyes widened a bit as students watch your two talking. You turn towards George and give him a slight smile “Guess i’ll be going” you spoke and stood up, straightening your robe. Draco shoots a glare at the ginger “Keep your eyes on your own soulmate Weasley, she’s mine”

oh he did not just say that. Without getting a word in Draco grabs your arm and drags you out of the great hall, leaving students to gossip about what just happened. You stayed silent on your way to the astronomy tower, thinking about what you wanted to stay.

once your at the top you pull your arm away from him “You know you just exposed us right? I thought you wanted it to be a secret?” you questioned him. His jaw tightens slightly as you speak “I did and now i didn’t” he spoke vaguely. “That’s not an answer Draco”

he didn’t answer you and took a step forward to bring you into a hug, but you take a step back “We haven’t touch each other all day. I know you feel sore too” he spoke, coming closer to you. You move away from him and shake your head “You don’t get to touch me until you answer me”

he rolls his eyes at your stubbornness and sighs “You told Weasley that you loved him. You can’t love him, simple enough” he looks away from you. You scoff in response “He’s my best friend. I meant it in a platonic way. How can you be jealous when your the one who didn’t want a relationship?”

“I’m not jealous! You’re already mine therefore i won” he spat in slight annoyance. He takes notice of you saddened expression and sighs “I’ve never felt the way i do about somebody like i feel with you. It’s different and quite terrifying if i’m being honest” he spoke, his voice wavering slightly.

“I also didn’t think i immediately fall in love with you, but i did and now i really want to keep you all to myself” he took a step closer to you, trapping you in his arms “Tell me Y/n, do you feel the same?” he asked, the tone in his voice lowering. You slowly nod “I do. I love you”

a small smile came to Draco’s pale face as he leans down and captures your lips in his

and once again, you were revived.

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Kody: Omg this sucks so bad. Lmao, feel free to make fun me. Anyways, peace.

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enviedear · 4 years

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the empty feeling → draco malfoy

DESCRIPTION ⌙ in which malfoy is consoled by a girl who can’t help but fall for him.

PAIRING ⌙ draco x fem!reader

WORD COUNT ⌙ 2.1k

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you thought the reason your heart never fully recovered was because of the fact you had to see him everyday.

every single day you saw him. he was laughing, bickering, looking out a window, eating, reading, and in conversations. you couldn’t help but watch. you tried not to. you tried to make the love you had for him diminish. or maybe at least dull. it wouldn’t work.

you didn’t mean to fall in love with draco malfoy. however you did. your heart overruled your brain. at least when it came to him.

you think back to the day you knew you loved the slytherin boy. it was a foggy and rainy day that truly began at a slug club meeting.

“dreadful weather we’re having right, miss y/l/n?” slughorn asks you.

the rest of the slug club stares at you as you respond, “i quite like the rain. i get the best sleep when it rains.”

he nods and replies,”ah, just like your father. i remember he loved to listen the rain when he was your age. does he still listen? to the the rain, my dear?”

you didn’t want to talk about your father. not that you didn’t love the man, but you knew there wasn’t much you could indulge. he kept his work close to him and never really told you much. you knew slughorn would eventually lead the conversation to your fathers work.

“sometimes professor. he’s usually busy these days though.” you say, looking down at your ice cream.

busy because of people like zabini and crabbe’s parents. as you looked back up at slughorn you didn’t miss the sly look blaise gave you. you quickly turned your attention back to the professor.

“ah! i wouldn’t expect him not to be. amazing work your father does, making such simple objects into wands. you know my dear, i heard he turned a rusty old spoon into a very powerful wand!” slughorn boasts for you.

you smile as a response and allow the teacher to spark conversation with the other club members.

what slughorn forgets to add is that the wands your father has begun to produce are being used by many deatheater families. since the wands cannot be tracked, and are easy to pass off as illegitimate objects. they buy them for their children and it’s not as if your father or the ministry can do much about it.

plus, your father shouldn’t have to loose his job just because others take advantage of him. and even if he did make the damn things trackable that would be putting a target on his back.

as you mull over your thoughts slughorn stands and bids you all a goodnight. you politely tell the man night, and walk out of the room. you were going to head to the hufflepuff common room, but as you passed moaning myrtle’s bathroom you stopped in your tracks.

you heard crying. and the cries weren’t myrtle’s usual wails, but a boy’s. on further inspection you found that they also weren’t just any boys cries but, malfoy’s.

you slowly creeped into the abandoned bathroom, making sure to not alert malfoy that you were there.

he sat by the sinks and looked utterly distressed. his eyes a deep red. he looked completely broken. you’d never seen the boy like this. and it broke your own heart.

against your better judgement you cleared your throat to make yourself known.

he looked up at you, defeated.

you didn’t say anything as you bent down and gave the boy a hug. he didn’t say anything as he hugged you back. he just let his tears escape onto your shirt.

eventually he let you go. you didn’t have the slightest clue what to say. nothing seemed right.

“don’t tell a soul about this.” malfoy grimaced, getting to his feet.

you looked at him shocked, “i wasn’t. i-“ he cut you off with a scowl.

“draco you have to trust me. please i won’t say anything just.. take care of yourself.” you said.

he didn’t reply. he just walked out. leaving you confused.

after that day you couldn’t see draco malfoy as a nuisance. no, after that day you couldn’t help but to romanticize the boy. you didn’t think he bullied because he was hateful. no not at all. you thought he did it because he was lonely, sad, or upset. you found his worst qualities easy forgivable. you knew he was broken. but you also knew it wasn’t an excuse, you just couldn’t help it.

so you continued to watch him daily. eyeing him as much as you could. you began to love the way his face would turn into a sneer at the slighted inconvenience. you loved the way he held his cup. you loved the way he looked over his books. and for some reason you began hoping. hoping that maybe one day he would eye you too.

alas, the boy went and broke your heart by dating pansy. you knew it wasn’t done to be malicious. you knew he didn’t know about your feelings. you knew he was probably very happy with pansy and she with him.

though, you’d still find the boy in the bathroom on a regular basis and have to console him. each time you’d think he’d come around. each time he did not.

you kept hoping though. it proved you detrimental as you went from being a happy and loving person to someone who harbored far too much loathing. you couldn’t help it, you felt so cheated. how could you love and care for this boy and he not even say a word to you?

your friends noticed your behavior.

“y/n you’re taking out whatever is upsetting you on us. and you won’t even tell us what’s wrong.”

then your teachers.

“miss y/l/n your grades are slipping. and you’re not acting like yourself at all. is everything ok?”

then your sibling(s).

“i didn’t do anything to you, stop treating me like this y/n.”

and finally your parent(s).

“honey, are you sure everything is alright at school? you don’t have to go back if something is seriously wrong.”

you were better than before. you were finally home. you didn’t have to see the boy anymore. you didn’t have to be reminded of him every waking moment.

but still, you weren’t you.

you never told any of the people worried about you why exactly you weren’t ok. you hated the thought of being this upset over a boy you genuinely barely knew.

and even though you told yourself repeatedly that you in fact did not know malfoy, your heart proclaimed otherwise.

when you returned to school, this time in your sixth year, you decided that you needed to avoid the problem.

so you did. you ate breakfast and dinner without looking up from your food. you paid far too much attention in class. you never went to hogsmeade. you isolated yourself.

and it worked, more than less. you only caught a glimpse of malfoy a handful of times. each time less painful.

by november you began to forget about your weird fascination with malfoy. but when you received news that he and pansy had broken up your heart fluttered just like it would have a few months ago.

but still, finally you felt more like yourself. you began talking to your friends more. you went on a couple of dates. started helping out first years. everything was falling into place.

you tried to ignore the off feeling of emptiness that still lingered in you.

it’s january when you bump into him, on your way to the astronomy tower to meet your friends.

“sorry.” you say, continuing on your path.

“wait, come here, y/l/n.” he says, causing you to double back.

you turn to face him not even slightly happy that you’re allowing this exchange.

“i- well, i wanted to thank you for never telling anyone about last year. i’m sorry i was so brash to you,” he pauses. “that’s all.” he says.

you look at him stunned. it took him a year to apologize. although you knew he had no idea the amount of internal struggle he has caused you, you feel your blood boil.

“i’m glad you spent an entire year gaining the courage to apologize for your behavior. however, i don’t accept your apology. you’re such a coward, malfoy. i mean, you’re afraid that people would find out i consoled you. as if it’s even a big deal. just leave me alone.” you seethe.

whole-heartedly you couldn’t help your outburst. the boy just aggravated you. how could he apologize now?

“i’m sorry i didn’t apologize sooner, but if i were you i’d take the apology i was given.” he glares at you.

“or what malfoy? what could you possibly do?” you ask.

“i never said i’d do anything! i just suggested you take the apology. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner, okay? you just looked so put off all the bloody time. i didn’t want to bother you.” he groans.

now your ears were hot and eyes stone cold.

“put off?” you spluttered, “it’s your fucking fault i looked so put off. you worried me to no end. i never knew if you were ok! and although i know it’s not my business it still hurt. i was so upset for you. and then you wouldn’t say a word to me. and then you dated parkinson. and-“ you stop yourself.

“you just apologized too late, alright.”

he looks at you bewildered, “i’m sorry i feel like i’m missing something.”

you roll your eyes, “i loved you draco. i don’t know why but i did. i wanted to make sure you were ok. everytime you needed me i was there. i never even asked for anything in return, not even human decency. but i shouldn’t have had to ask for that. you should have been nice to me. i was beyond nice to you.”

he furrows his brows,“i am truly sorry, y/n. i didn’t know. i was being selfish and i can admit i used you for your kindness. but if you’d give me the chance i’d be good to you. good for you. i- i never meant to hurt you.”

your cold gaze didn’t leave, “i don’t believe you.”

he sighs, “come here.”

he holds his hand out to you and you take it cautiously.

he leads you into the place where it all started, myrtle’s bathroom. he begins pulling a book out from his bag, and then he hands it to you.

“just look it over.” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

you open the book and are immediately greeted by drawings. illustrations littering the pages, and they’re all of you.

you turn to one page, it’s a drawing of you outside studying. underneath the picture sat draco’s neat writing.

she came to calm me down today. fourth time this week. she still hasn’t told anyone. that means a lot to me. i again didn’t tell her why i was upset. it seems stupid to tell her about my problems. she’s too pure for them. i’d never want to upset her. i think i love her. i don’t know how. i barely even talk to her. but her hugs are nice. and she’s always so kind. i just wish i knew how to tell her what’s going on. i wish i wasn’t so scared of her rejection. it’s all too much. at least i have this. all of these pictures of her. now i cant forget her even if i tried. but of course, i’d never want to forget her.

you look up from the page. you cant help the few tears that escape your eyes.

“you loved me? the whole time? and you didn’t tell me?” you ask.

he bites his lip, “you didn’t tell me either. plus i knew i was a prat. i didn’t think you’d even want to be loved by someone like me.”

you huff out a pained breath, “draco i have loved you since the day you allowed me to comfort you. i wanted nothing more than to help you and to make sure you were ok.”

he doesn’t say anything, instead he envelops you in a tight hug. the embrace eases your worry and soothes the empty part of you. the two of you continue to hold eachother for minutes on end, and by the time you pull away you know draco meant every single word.

“please never stop caring.” he tells you.

“never.” you agree.

and you mean it. you can’t stop the way your heart beats for the blonde boy, and you didn’t want to. you love him. almost as if you needed to.

#draco x y/n #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco x you #draco malfoy #harry potter #hogwarts #draco x hufflepuff!reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco one shot #draco malfoy one shot #draco malfoy x reader #draco lucius malfoy #draco x reader #—myfics !

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centuriantalevevo · 3 years

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Draco x Nonbinary Reader

Reader is AMAB, also this contains my headcanons lmao- hella OOC because of that (one of my headcanons, Draco has like.. multiple cousins who are basically on crack /j)

TW: transphobia and enbyphobia, with talk of biphobia. LGBTphobia in general. Misgendering

5th year is.. Hectic.. Especially for a certain kid, Y/N L/N, who had to deal with a literal pink toad this year. Like.. ew? What made it worse, was they seemed to be the only kid in the school, well Slytherin specifically, that was… Different. Not in the normal, cliche sense, where ‘oh Y/N was drop dead gorgeous but abused by everyone around her, she can sing amazing-’, no. This isn’t your typical x Reader story, Y/N was different in the sense of Identity, Gender, specifically Gender Norms. They seemed to be all alone on this feeling, a feeling of discomfort, a feeling of loneliness despite multiple friends being in the room with them at this moment. They were away from earth, where no words can hurt. Where the erasure cannot get to them.

Oh god did the words hurt.

Oh? What words? You’re about to find out.

“No, but did you hear some of the bullshit Umbridge was saying?” He asked, he as in the blonde. Draco. Draco Malfoy. “Especially to my cousin-” “You have a cousin?” Pansy asked, “Welcome to the conversation, first time speaking to me?- Yes, you are hella late to the conversation.” Draco groaned, “Now let me get back to the story” “Continue, which cousin? Darla?- Dominic?-” Blaise asked, “No, Jamie..” He responded quickly, “Oh hold on, what did the toad do to Jamie? I swear, if she hURT THAT PRECIOUS CHILD- Gryffindor or not, I love that girl to death” Blaise said quickly, interrupting Draco.

The blonde sighed deeply, “Blaise.. I love you to death but holy shit let me finnish, alright..” He took a breather, Y/N came back from their little world, queuing into the conversation. “Okay, so Umbridge had the AUDACITY to misgender MY COUSIN OVER AND OVER again! Misgendered her, invalidated her, you know that rule about like.. Something distance from the opposite gender? Yeah she’s forcing Jamie, a literal girl, to distance from girls and not guys-” He halted for a second, “No, my bad.. She’s forcing Jamie to stay away from both because she believe that Jamie is gay.. No, Jamie is a whole straight girl..” Draco ranted, “um.. Sorry to interrupt but… Jamie’s a girl? So how was she invalidated?” Y/N asked, tilting their head, Draco’s eyes moved to them, softening some.

“Oh, you didn’t know? I thought everyone knew. Jamie is trans, she’s a trans girl specifically”

THERE! THERE IT WAS! They weren’t alone now.. There was someone who understood, yet they’d been clueless this whole time.

“I swear I will jack that woman UP” Blaise said lowly and Draco nodded in agreement. “Jamie was CRYING when she came to me, she could barely speak. That poor girl passed out from crying so much. She felt so hurt and the amount of dysphoria she felt was astronomically high.” He sighed, even he wanted to cry. “Like, damn bitch you didn’t have to out yourself as a whole LGBTphobe, you could’ve just stayed quiet and it would cost you nothing yet you chose to mess with a child who is related to the MALFOY family, very smart yes mhmm..” He growled in aggravation “Only merlin knows what she’d do if there was a nonbinary in the school, she’s probably dehumanize them.” He shook his head.

“I’d commit a hate crime if I’m honest” Dominic said, coming from the stairs of the boys dormitory, “The LGBT had their way for a moment because she hadn’t thought about the gays, bisexuals and lesbians. Well.. the gays and lesbians, I don’t think she thinks Bisexuals exist..” He hummed, “She’s enforced the rule so now Darla can’t be near Daphne, luckily I don’t have a boyfriend.. The one time being single is a good thing.” Dominic dramatically cried.

“I will prove bisexuals exist, damn seems like I gotta stay away from ALL of you, sorry” Draco jokes, but was dead serious at the same time. “Until then, if there are nonbinaries in the school, technically they can by-pass the rules, if they present as masculine one day feminine the next. Or just androgynous to confuse the toad.” Draco then added, “I think I have to stay away from you guys too, shit Bisexuals can’t do ANYTHING” Blaise said, pretending to get up and leave.

So.. the students know of the nonbinary gender…

“Although, no surprise, Snape is always the decent one, along with all the other professors, and respect the trans kids pronouns, I’ve gone into his class to give him something during one of his lessons and heard him deliberately calling out kids that misgendered Jamie, it was amazing. And everyone says Snape is a bad teacher.” Draco says, smiling some at the memory. “Ooo! Speaking of which! While in Umbrdige’s class I think.. A few days ago, Snape actually found out about the incident and told her the fuck off for it-” “Damn, snape really said ‘trans rights are human rights’, go off honestly” Dominic interrupted, Draco nodded “The best look honestly, it was pure bliss watching that.” He responded.

Y/N finally managed to form words. “I.. didn’t know there was a trans person in the school.. A fellow trans person..” They said, mumbling the last part quietly, but Draco, Dominic, and Blaise caught it. “Fellow trans person?” Blaise tilted his head, and Draco glanced knowingly, the last part of their sentence was all he needed. They shook their head quickly, “Nothing” They shrugged, “Just nice to know”

It hurt, to be misgendered everyday, to be fair no one knew they were misgendering the kid. But they were so scared of being erased, discriminated against, that they said nothing. Since 1st year, pretty much.

They stretched some, “I'm gonna head to the library, I need to get studying done for Defense Against the Dark Arts, I’ll talk to you guys later.” They smiled, getting up, and grabbing paper, a quill, ink and their books from their dorm. Speed walking out, though it didn’t take long to hear a second pair of footsteps racing after them. Who the-

“Hey, Y/N..” Draco trailed of, catching up to them quickly, “What’s up?” They looked at him from the corner of their eye, “There’s something you never told anyone, isn’t there?” He asked. Y/N averted their eyes and shook their head, “Nn… No..?” They sounded unsure, “Is that a statement, or a question because you don’t know?” He asked. He didn’t wanna be rude, but this was the only way he could truly confirm. If there was someone he had been accidentally misgendering, he wanted to stop that quickly.

“I don’t wanna sound rude, nor put you on the spot.. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but.. What are your pronouns?” he asked, he knew of the nonbinaries, he knew of them.. So it’s fine to tell him, yes? He was basically defending them. They shook their head, not ready yet. “Not ready? That’s fine, I can respect that. You can always tell me, you know that right? I’ll understand. And if not me, then Jamie will.” heHe had sincerity in his voice, Y/N simply nodded. “Noted, thanks Draco..” They smiled and headed to the Library.

The next day, Defense Against the Dark Arts was boring as ever, all because of Umbridge. But she had a new lesson today, not the normal one though. She had been doing her usual bullying of Jamie, Draco had been on edge and heard about it earlier, fairly quickly too. It was like it was her MISSION to be an LGBTphobic idiot with no life. Jamie had mentioned nonbinaries before she dipped from class, arguing about trans in general with the woman, or.. Monster.. Both terms work. So she was now here, in front of kids, spewing out enbyphobic shit, and not planning on stopping.. Y/N was starting to cry, but tried their best to hold it in.

The first person to notice the distress was Draco, Hermione did too, as she sat behind Y/N but could see them jolting some, “These.. Non-binaries, are less than human. You’re either a boy, or a girl. Everyone agrees, yes? If you are born a girl, you’re a girl. If you’re born a boy, you’re a boy. It’s a mental disorder, and you need to be fixed-” “They’re normal.. They just happen to not feel like a guy or a girl..” Y/N said quietly, “Trans folk are human, they aren’t an it.. That’s incredibly hurtful..” They said, it took all their strength to keep their voice from cracking.

“What was that Mr. L/N?” Umbridge smiled that sweet yet disgusting smile, tilting her head.. No, that smile had more dangerous intent behind that. They flinched. “Is there something you would like to say sir?” She asked, stopping in front of them. “Trans people.. Are people.. Just because you’re too ignorant to learn doesn’t.. M..mean you- b-bring someone down b-beca-use of it..” Their voice started to crack, they hiccuped some. “I’m sorry.. Do you think you have more knowledge than me?” She asked, her tone was dangerous. “Y..yes. Clearly, I’ve d-done my research on this, th-there is science tha-at defends us” They said.

“Detention Mr. L/N.. For talking back to a teacher, when I am giving a lesson you are to listen, you’re too caught up in whatever freak show you tra-” Umbridge was cut off, “Don’t you DARE finish that damn sentence, I can promise you I am not against hitting a teacher and a woman at that.” Draco intervened, “There is a lot of science that backs transgenders up, plenty of brain science has shown there is a female and male brain, that’s what backs up trans girls and trans boys, the nonbinary is still being researched, but I can assure you it is much more than a mental illness. Yes, dysphoria is a disorder, it CAN be treated, it can be treated with Hormone Replacement Therapy, or HRT. It can be treated with transitioning. Some nonbinaries transition, some don’t feel dysphoric enough to transition, but at the end of the day they are still a they, I am still a he, and you are still a she. Just imagine if someone called you ‘he’, or even ‘it’ because they didn’t believe you were actually a girl-” “DETENTION, for BOTH of you.” Umbridge screamed, glaring daggers at both of them.

“I’d take detention over hearing another second of the erasure, you’ve hurt my cousin enough, I’ll gladly take the blow for her. I thought Snape would’ve taught you.” Draco muttered, staring at her, “Both of you, leave. Now.” She said with a huff, Draco grabbed his things, but stopped Y/N when they tried to collect theirs, getting it for them, “Come on.” He said softly, leaving the classroom with the student.

He handed their things to them gently, “I.. Noticed you got really upset..” He said softly, “More like panicked..” They said softly, “It’s easier said than done, but try not to let her get to you. Some people just choose to stay stupid. Sometimes even I hurt from some of the shit she says. Damn the amount of biphobia I have heard from her is ungodly.” He sighed, “You’re bi?” They asked curiously, “Yeah, I thought it was obvious by now. I kinda stopped caring at like.. 2nd year, hell I made out with.. A lot of guys in 2nd and 3rd year, mostly to piss my father off because he’s also LGBTphobic, but also just because it’s fun, and guys are cute.” He said with a small grin, they laughed. “Fair enough, do what you can to piss the oppressors off” They joked, drying their eyes. He turned to head to the Slytherin Common Room, when their voice ringed out again.

“They/Them..” Y/N said, he turned around and tilted his head, “You asked what my pronouns are.. I use they/them. I’m nonbinary” They said softly, and Draco smiled with a nod. “Is there a different name you want to be called?” But they shook their head, “The name I introduced myself as is the name I want to use.” Y/N said, “Alright, come on. Lets go to the common room” Draco said, “I can probably try and get Jamie in there too..” He hummed softly.

Later that day, it was after dinner, and all the Slytherins were in the common room. Aside from Draco and Y/N, “Do you want to tell them? Most of them are accepting, aside from a few exceptions, Pansy surprisingly is accepting.” He said quietly, and thought for a moment.. “Blaise told me a few of the kids got told off because they agreed with us.” He added, “I think.. I was always scared to say anything because I didn’t wanna be made fun of.. I didn’t know there was someone who was trans like me til you talked about what happened with Jamie..” They said, “Well, you’re safe here. Hell, I’m more than 110% sure that our headmaster is gay, so.. Do with what you will on that information” He said with a small lighthearted laugh, Draco kissed their cheek with a small hum “It’ll be okay.”

They’d chosen to tell them, they didn’t want to feel misgendered any longer, Umbridge aside. “Oi, everyone shut your trap for a second, I have something to say- THEO… Thank you” He said, after staring down Theodore for a moment. “Let us reintroduce someone, but properly this time. This is Y/N, they’re nonbinary, use they/them pronouns and the moment I hear any of you say something against that, I will personally come for you, with Jamie in tow.” Draco said, Y/N smiling a little with a small wave. “Could’ve told us sooner, but glad you did, especially after Professor Umbridge, good job” Blaise said.

Even Pansy was accepting, they were all proud that you had the courage to say come out, and also that you said something to Umbridge.

This was fine, everything is fine. Umbridge wasn’t fine, but.. This was nice, being accepted as who you are, by people who you’d think would be the last people to ever accept you. The person you thought would be the last person to accept you ended up being the most accepting, which is ironic when you consider his dad.

This was bad 😭

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #nonbinary reader #TW// transphobia #TW// misgendering #hella OOC because of my own headcanons-#harry potter universe

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lupinsx · 4 years

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Cherry Lollipop

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Request: Hii! Can I request a George Weasley x Slytherin!reader who is best friends with Draco, set post war, where the reader has always had a thing for him over the years. And she's in Diagon Alley with Draco, and he convinces her to go talk to George. And just awkward flirting and fluff?

Pairing: George Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: After hiding from society in fear of the reputation Slytherins have, Y/N is forced to finally talk to her not-so former Hogwarts crush.

Word Count: 2k

a/n — I love this idea so much, thank you for requesting! I hope you all enjoy this, it was really fun to write.

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"You can't stay in denial forever, Y/N."

"Really? Because I wholeheartedly intend to."

You were currently stood in front of a shop. A particularly ornate building, one that stands out within the row of various older businesses. While you hesitated on entering, your best friend stood tiredly next to you.

It's been a year since the infamous Battle of Hogwarts. The one which solidified the awful conviction of Slytherins being inherently evil, declaring you, Draco, and all other former housemates as outcasts to society.

You have rarely exited your dainty flat since, choosing to cower away rather than comfort the wizards head-on; making this visit to Diagon Alley being the first in months.

"Come on, just talk to him!" Draco groaned in exasperation. You merely glared in response at his seemingly bold suggestion.

Laid in front of you two was Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, an esteemed joke shop run by recent students. It was the current sole owner of the shop your friend was urging you to greet—George Weasley, better known for being your longtime crush.

It was during your earlier years in Hogwarts when that particular twin caught your attention. Part of a mischievous duo, though he stood out amongst it as a man of his own. With his tousled ginger hair and trademark brazen grin, it was hard for him not to leave an impression.

And so, you watched him over the years. You admired George from the sidelines as he resided in the centre spotlight, his usual cherry lollipop poking through his cheeks as he and his brother receive applaud for their latest jape.

But never have you stepped out of the surrounding crowd. No, not once have you considered doing so.

You could thank your house placement for contributing to your reluctance to face your crush. The whole Voldemort situation had practically all of Hogwarts loathing Slytherins. There was too slim of a change that George would be exempted from that hateful majority, and you were too fearful to ask. Not to mention, you doubted George would be exactly eager to converse with the best friend of his younger brother's bully.

"What's so scary about talking to someone?" Draco asked, a slightly mocking tone passing through as he crossed his arms.

All it took was a gesture to the nearby wizards and witches to convey your point. "He hates me. Just like everyone else here."

"Everyone else here?"

"Merlin, Draco, you can't stay ignorant of the deprecating glares we've been getting since we arrived. Every corner is just a new judgemental scoff." Although Draco didn't attempt to deny your point, he chose to brush past it instead as he offers an encouraging squeeze to your shoulders.

"So, are you gonna go in or not?" He questions, allowing one final opportunity for you to take action through your own will. However, upon first sight of you shaking your head tentatively, he shifted your position to face the doorway.

"Alright, there goes your choice. You can thank me tomorrow."

And with that, he landed a nice shove onto your upper back, forcing you inside the shop with the sound of harmonious bells to commence your arrival. Just as you thought you could promptly slip out unnoticed, footsteps began approaching you, coming gradually closer until an imposing figure came into view.

It was George Weasley, the very owner you were afraid to see.

"H-hello," you stammered, inching closer to the doorway. The store was deserted, much to your confusion, though you quickly realized why upon glimpsing the closing sign displayed upfront.

George tilted his head and elevated an eyebrow, invoking internal butterflies to the slightest degree. "We're closed. I can't sell you anything."

"I didn't come here for that." Although you meant to say you had arrived on accident, he interpreted differently and instead gestured you further inside.

"Well then, I don't mind the company."

Turning on his heel, he then went back to restocking the shelves as your feet stood frozen in your position by the exit. However, all it took was a single glance at your direction for you to immediately follow after.

"So, Y/N L/N," George began, his eyes set on the objects in front of him, "you're the Slytherin in my brother's year, right?"

You only nodded timidly, taking a seat on the ladder next to him. Part of you felt worried about him knowing you, while the other part felt almost flattered. Regardless, you had too many thoughts racing in your mind to engage in normal conversation.

Noticing your lack of response, George looked up from the box with a warm smile. "A quiet one, huh?"

You were thrown off guard by the absence of clear revulsion in his expression. With his amiability mildly calming your nerves, you mustered a somewhat confident tone. "Only sometimes."

George gave an airy chuckle before returning back to the tedious work. You watched intently as he unloaded the boxes onto the shelves, his face contorting with every strenuous article.

Without much thought, you blurted out the one thing on your mind since your rather abrupt arrival. "You've changed."

"Changed?" he mumbled curiously, his attention now diverted from the task. "In what way?"

You paused, scrutinizing his appearance thoughtfully before responding. "I suppose you've gotten more mature. You dress fancily and have your hair a lot neater. No more cherry lolly either."

A grin spread across George's lips as he sat down on the floor, chin resting on his palm as he held a playful gaze. "I'm surprised you remember the lollipop. Flavour and all."

Your eyes diverted from his intense stare, arms crossed by your chest as you fidgeted in your seat. A smirk almost rose to the surface before you suddenly came up with an explanation.

"I mean, a lot of girls in my year were swooning over you. I've heard Weasley twins trivia nearly every day," you uttered with hesitance, attempting to conceal your former (and still remaining) liking towards him.

It seemed to have worked, as he stood up to resume his duties. "Then I'll take your observation as a compliment."

The area grew silent again, only the sound of him working filling the air. You simply played with the ends of your fingers as you tried to think of what to say. After a while of him unloading the products, George grabbed the box and dumped it into the storage room, heading to the front counter before gesturing you over.

Rather than going over there promptly, you stood up and spoke from your side of the room, inciting a questioning glance from the boy further away. "Are you a parking ticket?"

A cringe made its way onto your countenance as you grasped what was said thoughtlessly. Meanwhile, George stood confused by your question.

Without waiting for a response, you did what you always do best, and what was constantly discouraged by your best friend. The embarrassment was wiped from your face as you took a couple of steps forwards and continued your words with pride.

"Because you've got fine written all over you."

There was a brief moment of silence before George hunched over with mirth as a loud chortle escaped his throat. His amusement took down your short-lived confidence, replacing the proud smile on your face with a sheepish expression.

"Oh god, where did that come from?" George asked between laughs, tears welling in the corner of his eyes.

You bit your lip as you made your way to the counter, eyes faced down. "I don't know? I wanted to fill the silence, I guess."

"Here, I got a better one," he said as you leaned on the counter, George standing behind it while counting the register. He paused his movements to think, before perking up with a pointed finger.

Clearing his throat, he laid his forearm on the counter and leaned slightly. "Can I follow you home?

"Cause my mom always told me to follow my dreams."

You pursed your lips, shaking your head slowly. George had a look of disbelief upon seeing your expression. "Nah," you drawled, "I've heard better."

"Alright then, tough crowd, I suppose," he chuckled.

Being able to witness George's radiant grin up close and hear the sound of his buoyant laughter brought a smile of your own onto your usual inscrutable countenance. After a while of exchanging the cheesiest lines one could possibly muster, a thought occurred in your head, taking over your mind at a rapid rate.

"George, why don't you hate me?"

His face appeared visibly confused by your sudden question. "Why would I?"

"Isn't that how most wizards feel at this point? That former Slytherins are all Death Eaters in hiding." You paused, face twisting with regret before continuing, "Plus, I'd doubt your younger brother would be too fond of me either."

George reached for your hand rested on the countertop, gripping it assuringly. "You're not a bad person."

"But I—"

"Y/N, you were never a bad person. Sure, your friend Malfoy might have been an ass, but that's not you. I saw you during the battle."

Your face heated up as you retracted your hand to bury your face in the palm. Recalling the events, you knew you had nothing to be proud of during that time. "Oh god, I know I left early into it but I swear I didn't want to."

George only gave a light chuckle upon noticing your distress. "I know, but that wasn't what I was referring to. I'm talking about how you shot down a Death Eater and was ready to do it again until your parents threatened you."

"You... saw that?" It was inconspicuous, a result of an impromptu decision to go against your parents and Voldemort. Though the bravery was shut down after a mere minute when they had warned there would be no mercy if you'd continue. It was tough to simply abandon the fighting students, but when wands were pointed directly to your temple, what more can be done?

With a small smile, he nodded, staring directly into your eyes. "Yeah, I did. It was quite admirable."

At this point, you were beyond elated. Face noticeably a blood-red shade, you were afraid to spill your guts to the charming fellow behind the counter.

"I— uh, I gotta go," you spluttered, diverting your eyes to the spectacular posters surrounding the main display. However, your words caused George to stand straight with a slight sense of urgency.

Rushing to the back room, he held up a finger to stop you from leaving. "Wait, I have something for you!"

Your flustered state was put on a brief pause as you peered curiously into the narrowly opened doorway. Once George emerged from the dim room moments later, you were surprised to see a small envelope in his hand.

"I didn't know what else to put the stuff in," he mumbled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he handed you the envelope. You clutched it tightly, your interest in its contents growing with each passing second.

"Thank you," you said, shifting your weight from side to side. Just as you were about to exit the store, George hopped over the counter and waved excitedly.

"Come again soon!" he shouted, the grin on his face matching the playful George Weasley you've always known back in Hogwarts. Biting your lip to prevent an overtly wide smile from arising, you nodded your head, pushing through the door as you internally squeal.

Later that night, once you arrived in your desolate apartment, you were quick to unseal the envelope and turn it upside down the reveal the contents.

First to fall was a piece of hastily ripped paper. The words were messily scribbled, though roughly understandable. Picking it up, a small giggle escaped your lips.

You must be a broom, cause you swept me off my feet.

Below the line was a phone number, your eyes widening upon catching sight of it. But before rushing to type it in, you emptied out the rest of the envelope. Only one other thing came out, causing you to beam with delight at the sheer nostalgia.

A bright red cherry lollipop, the very same kind you've spent years watching in the hands of George Weasley.

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a/n — Ah I'm so glad I could finally write another imagine for one of the twins 😭 Please like, comment, and reblog to show support! Feel free to send requests or feedback in my asks. Thanks for reading!

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Open Heart Second Year: Chapter 13

So this chapter was quite uneventful but also quite heartbreaking. With Ethan’s mom to esme’s patient. But it began with Farley getting checked into the hospital with Jackie. To be honest I can’t help but feel as though Farley was sending MC flowers and checking up on us just so he could get free healthcare. I might be reading too much in to it but it all seems abit fishy. Nevertheless. MC being the kind hearted person she is, helps him out and even gets Ethan Ramsey to help. We all know Ethan agreed to help because MC asked, also think about how Ethan would have reacted in book 1 if we brought a random patient in. It would have been a hard no. This is what we call progress ladies and gentlemen.

Esme. What a powerful young women. We really haven’t seen much of her and I love that we got to see more of her fiery personality today. I’m glad she finally got an apology from that doctor because that was long awaited. Zaid and Esme is the friendship we didn’t know we needed. The argument over the movies, to be honest I had no idea what they were going on about but it was so cute. And we finally got to see Zaid after all this time. And my baby NAVEEN. But we’ll talk about that later. Also Esme calling Zaid ‘old man’ has to be on the highlights of this entire book.

Declan Nash. No. I don’t want to see him ever again. Never. Let’s talk about esme and Levi. They were so cute, the innocent flirting between them made what happened later in the chapter that more heartbreaking. We’ve only ever seen Esme with a hard exterior but with Levi she seemed truly happy. I can’t even deal 🥺. I hope we see esme this happy again because she deserves that kind of love.

Bitchhh, Gary Garrison deserves an honourable mention. Now I know I’ve been critical of him in the past but god it was so nice to see so many familiar faces again. After them just being forgotten by choices. Jackie seemed so stressed and forgetful. I’m so scared there’s something wrong with her and she’s just not telling us. I hope we find out soon because Jackie has always been there for us and I can’t see her this distressed all the time 😫. She’s usually so sharp and knows what’s happening at all times but she just seemed so stressed out!

Ethan. My poor baby. He has always had a complicated relationship with his mom and to see her like that must be so confusing for him. He didn’t know how to react or how to navigate his feelings. I was hoping for a heartfelt scene between MC and Ethan but maybe we will get one in the next chapter. I’m praying. I’m glad they’ve introduced her again and they haven’t just abandoned that storyline because the scenes we’ve had before were incredible. I hope we get to see Ethan’s family try and resolve their problems but I know it’s not always that easy.

Sienna. My girl. Seeing her FINALLY tell her intern what he deserves. Ugh I loved that scene! Let me just explain why I picked these words. “Wanker” was because I heard it in a show called “the originals” and I thought it was such a strange, British word I had to use it. ‘Draco Malfoy’ purely for the fact he had blonde hair. And then ‘lil bitch’ because well he’s a lil bitch. I love that we got to pick the words, honestly the highlight of the chapter.

I feel sooo bad for Esme. You could tell she truly liked Levi and for him to die due to her mistake is just so sad. I hope that she doesn’t get fired for it because I will actually protest. You think I’m joking but I’m not. When she said ‘he said he wanted to be useful’, I broke. He was such a sweet character 😞. One of the only things that made this scene kinda ok was NAVEEN. I literally said during the week that I missed him and he’s back!! I know that he won’t be as regular as before because he doesn’t have a large storyline but he better make more appearances. Hello I want more Ethan and Naveen bonding experiences.

I know this post is quite short but that’s because this chapter wasn’t as crazy as the others. Which I understand we can’t have such packed chapters every week. Let me know what you think about choices killing Levi and what you think will happen to Esme now Naveen is in charge. Thank you for the support!

#choices #open heart #playchoices #ethan ramsey #openheart #ethanramseyyy #ethanramsey #choicesoh #dr ethan ramsey #ethanramseyxmc

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Dream Drarry

thank you @rockmarina and @unicorn-in-the-library for asking about dream drarry! I actually got this in a dream! 😂😂 I dreamt of half of this angsty scene of Harry and Draco talking with no other context whats so ever. I knew I had to write it down after that! So here it is, my Dream Drarry. Idk if this will ever be a fic but who knows.

Things to take to note: Draco says some bad things about Ginny.

It was when Draco took the third drag of his cigarette that Potter stepped into the balcony, coming to stand beside him in his polished blue robes like he belonged there.

He looked good. He always looks good. Draco thought bitterly.

"What do you want, Potter?" he asked in a tone that oozed disinterest, even though he felt his heart beat loudly in his chest at the mare presence of the man, even after everything.

He was so used to the feeling by now, so used to the tingling of want that began the second his eyes landed on the raven haired man. It was like a second skin to him now. A cloak he always wore even though he hated it. He hated the familiar sense of anticipation that always came along with Potter. Hated what it had done to him. Hated how he had let it happen.

"Can't a man have a smoke?'" Potter enquired with the usual mirth in his voice. Draco had gotten used to that as well. What a fool he had been.

"You don’t smoke, Potter." the words spilled out of his mouth even before he could control them, drencing him with irritation. He could never control himself when it came to Potter. He tried to mask the distress on his face with a drag of his cigarette, forcing himself back into the blankness he always wore.

"How do you know that?" Potter questioned.

Because I watched you while you spent countless mornings, evenings and nights in my company. I know you by heart. His brain supplied.

"You're the golden twat. What you eat for breakfast makes front page. Of course I knew that you don't smoke. Imagine the chaos the wizarding world would be in if you suddenly associated yourself with a cancer stick, Merlin forbid." he snapped, trying to make the lie more believable. And judging by the snort that escaped from Potter, Draco had succeeded.

"Maybe I've started to smoke recently?" the specky git voiced as he gave Draco that devastating smile, making his brain shut down. Draco hated that about the man, hated how easily he could make Draco forget everything with a mare tilt of his mouth.

"What do you want, Potter?" Draco asked again with irritation coloring his voice. He didn’t have the mental stability to deal with this tonight.

Hearing the stiffness in his tone, Draco saw Potter's shoulder deflate a little. Good, he thought, watching the mirth disappear from the man's vivid green eyes and replace itself with annoyance.

He wondered just when he made himself learn to read the emotions that danced through Potter's eyes. At what point did he lose himself so badly to get this intimate with every twitch of the man's face.

"Come on, Malfoy. I just wanna talk," Potter sounded exasperate when he spoke.

"Why, exactly? Got tired of the rabbid fanclub you had in there?" Draco asked, waving his hand at the direction of the gala behind him. They were at the ministry for Merlin's sake! Potter shouldn’t be here with him. People would talk. "I thought you loved the way they draped themselves around you like whores."

Draco expected an insult hurled at his way after that. He expected Potter's eyes to flash with anger and his departure. What he didn’t expect was the huff of laughter that escaped the other man, making Draco turn towards him in confusion.

"Not keen about the latter part but, I can confirm the formar," Potter declared easily with a half smile, Draco's brows twitching at the sudden confession. They didn’t do confessions. Did they?

"You're tired of the people?" Draco questioned again just to be sure and Potter nodded in return. Draco stared some more.

"Are you going to finish that?" Potter asked, indicating the burning cigarette between his fingers and Draco held it out. He felt the light touch of Potter's fingers as the man took the burning stick, and watched as the man took it up to his lips to take a long drag.

"I am not a regular smoker, if you wanted to know," he said with a shrug off his shoulder as he continued to smoke.

"I don’t care for it, Potter. Do whatever," Draco said stiffly as he snapped his gaze away from the man. "What do you want?"

"I believe you have asked me that already."

"And I am asking again because I can't possibly think of any reason that you would —"

"I just want to talk, Draco."

The use of his first name felt like a slap to his face.

"Don't. call me that," he spoke with a tightness in his chest. Potter had no right.

"Draco —"

"Don't." Draco ignored the look of desperation in the man's face, his hands gripping tightly at the railings to keep himself grounded. Because how dare him, how fucking dare him. Waltzing in and saying his name like it — it, meant something, when Potter made sure, made so fucking sure to tell him that it didn’t just a few days before. It meant nothing. They meant nothing.

"When is the wedding?" he asked with fake indifference even though his chest ached while uttering those words aloud. His eyes stung at the mere thought of it. But fuck if he'll let Potter know that he cared. He didn’t.

"Dra—" Potter's voice cracked at the end. "You know that we didn—"

"Ohh I know, Potter," Draco spat out his name with an empty chuckle. "That's why I'm asking. When's the wedding?"

Hearing the venom in his voice Potter went quiet. "We haven’t decided on the date yet," he muttered as he stared at his shoes, before glancing back up to look at Draco again. "But I, I want you there."

And wasn’t that just rich. Draco couldn’t help but let the hollow laughter escape at Potter's words, the heartless son of a bitch.

Fuck you, Potter. "Well, I decline the invitation." he said with a wave of his hand.

"But—"

"But what? You can't honestly expect me to be standing in between your little army of redheads," You can't honestly expect me to stand there and watch you take the hand of that, that whore when all I ever wanted was you!. "I won't survive their company." my heart won't be able to take it. "And besides," he continued for his own sanity, "I will possibly be in France by the time you tie the knot. So, it's not possible."

"But..." Potter tried again and Draco wanted to scoff. Was he really that heartless? Or was he that blind? Did he clearly not see what he was asking him of? Did he really not see the pain, the agony he was making Draco feel?

"We are friends, Malfoy."

Friends. They were friends.

Do you put your cock up all your friend's asses, Potter? Do you lie in their beds in return?

"We were never friends, Potter." he stated with a bitter smile. "It was — " a mistake " —an arrangement, of sorts." and I was foolish enough to fall for it.

He watched Potter stare at him with a mix of desperation that he had gotten so used to seeing. Did Potter know that? Did Potter know how much of him Draco had consumed over the past few months of their...arrangement? Did he know how much of himself Draco had let lose while doing it?

Of course he didn’t. Because if he had an ounce of idea what he had done to Draco, he wouldn’t be standing here asking of him of....of this.

Friends. He said. Draco wanted to scoff.

"You should head back inside," Draco spoke after a minute of silence. "Your fanclub and your…" the word felt stuck on his throat and he struggled to get it out "fiance are no doubt looking for you."

"I —" Draco watched Potter fumble with his words once more before closing around himself completely. "Yeah." he said at last, his eyes boring into Draco. And for the last time in his life, Draco let himself look into those beautiful green eyes.

"Come with me?" Potter's voice pleaded as a cold breeze brushed past them, messing up his already crowsnest of a hair. Draco wanted to run his fingers through them, wanted to push them back and kiss him hard on his mouth while telling him he was his.

Salazar, he was beautiful.

"I don’t belong there, Potter." I don’t belong there with you. Not in the way you want me to. Not in the way I want to. Was his final words.

It wasn’t the last time he saw Potter, after that. But it was the last Potter saw of him before Draco took the portkey to Paris, leaving the last piece of his broken heart behind.

#drarry #drarry drabble #asks #draco malfoy #harry potter #I really like what I wrote it this tbh 😅😅

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dracosearlgreytea · 4 years

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indelicate marks: chapter nine - the constellation

A/N: back again with another chapter folks. i’m hoping to get all of indelicate marks posted by the time i have to go back to work (around 4th july by the looks of it) so updates may be increased a bit over the next couple weeks! all my love and enjoy!

warnings: language, indications of suicidal thoughts and mentions of death

lovely tags: @h-annahayy @okaydraco @fanficflaneuse @thatoneasrastan @biinspiration

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It was one of those nights where Draco couldn't get anything to work. He wasn't sure what time it actually was - well past curfew, he knew that much. By the time he'd finally decided to leave the Room of Requirement, and give himself a break from working on the Vanishing Cabinet, exhaustion gnawed at his thoughts. He knew by now, though, that sleeping wasn't on the table. The minute his head would touch his pillow, his mind would be alight again, turning things over and over in his head until the mornings first light would begin to seep in through the window. And so, as he strolled through the darkness of the corridors, he allowed himself wander. Greeted with the cold air of mid-December, he bit back a shiver. Snow had already settled itself over the grounds, but its serenity only served as a harsh reminder for Draco. Fucking Vanishing Cabinet. I've got less than two weeks and I have nothing to tell the Dark Lord. Maybe pitching myself off the Astronomy Tower wasn't such a bad idea. Ironically - that's exactly where he found himself walking to. The stairway he climbed offered no more warmth than outside the curved walls, and he moved his legs quicker in hopes of keeping the feeling in them. Should have picked up a scarf before I decided to take a bloody jog at whatever time in the fucking morning it is. However, Draco paused as he reached the top platform. Someone stood at the very edge, peering over the railings, and for a moment, his heart jumped. At any minute, it looked as though they were about to throw themselves off into the darkness below - but then they pulled back, hands still wrapped around the metal railings. It was only when you shifted your head, allowing the light of the moon to bounce off of your features, that he recognised you. The sight of you resonated in that same feeling it always did, chest squeezing tight. He couldn't help but feel an instant sense of ease wash over him as it did, remembering your last meeting. He hated the way he was growing warmer to you - one way or another, it was inevitably going to end bad for the both of you. But, it had been so long since he'd felt so comfortable around someone. After summer, even being around Pansy, Blaise and the others was grinding, exhausting, even. You, for some reason, still had that easy atmosphere he first noticed in the broom cupboard, and Draco was more than willing to be in it. "It's a long way down." You jumped, almost comical, when he finally spoke. Having to steady yourself by the railings, you spun to look at him, hand grasping at your chest as you took in a breath. "Bloody hell, Malfoy," You groaned, watching him as he moved away from the stairs. He came to stand by the edge with you, allowing the wind to pull some strands of his hair out of place. Draco found himself scanning your face, but other than the permanent bags under your eyes, you didn't appear distressed. "Are you sure you're not following me?" Scoffing, he rolled his eyes, hands resting in his pockets. "Don't flatter yourself." Despite his words, a harmless teasing tainted his tone, and you shot him a look, the twinkle within it equally reluctant. "Why are you up here? Contemplating offing yourself?" It was your turn to scoff at his bluntness. The way you hesitated to answer, however, spiked the concern that lingered in his chest. Draco's lips dragged into a deep scowl, fixing you with a look. "Were you?" "No." You retorted, glancing at him, but not quite in the eye. Your voice was quiet as you added - "Not tonight, anyway." A pit of fear settled in his stomach. The idea that you might have done, or had felt temptation to before, was more sickening than Draco wanted to admit. Instead, he only continued to watch you without a reply. Something on your face was wistful as you stared into the distance, hair flicking about in the wind, cheeks red and eyes watery from the cold. You looked frustratingly attractive. The colour of your eyes stood out in the sheer moonlight, shadows casting your features sharper than usual. He tried to bite back the unsavoury thoughts intruding his mind - but the breath that caught in his throat? No, he couldn't help that. "Worse ways to go, though." You mumbled, and it took a second for Draco to process your words. Your gaze turned back to him, sending him a brief, halfhearted smile. Shifting, he shrugged. "I suppose." Draco had seen too many people dragged to deaths door. Painfully. Bloodily. Going that same way at the hands of a certain wizard... It haunted him. It followed him into the night, into his dreams, stained his memories. Draco bit back a sudden grimace, flicking his eyes back over the railings, feeling even colder than before. Yes. There were a lot worse ways to go. "Why are you up here?" He found his gaze flickering back to you as you spoke, taking in your reserved expression. "Fancied a walk." He said, and your lips straightened, disbelieving. Yet, you didn't push for another answer, and Draco turned away from you and your pressurising eyes, peering up into the night sky. There was a short silence. It wasn't uncomfortable, like he would have imagined, but more settled. The wind whistled in his ears every so often, but other than that, it was quiet. It had to be one of the most quiet places in Hogwarts - calm, peaceful. Draco once thrived in loud places; being the centre of attention. Now, he couldn't even stand the smallest of murmurs. "You're up there." Your words took him off guard, and he flicked a confused glance towards you. Lifting your arm, you pointed up towards a set of stars, to a very familiar constellation. Something in his chest made that same squeeze, and his lips curled up, casting his expression into one much more gentle than usual. It was his constellation. Draco. "That's me." Draco breathed, his tone a lot softer than he anticipated, earning him a look he didn't meet. He spoke again, in a much more intentional, neutral voice. "So you like Astronomy, then?" "I spend a lot of time up here." You admitted, squinting up at the sky again. "You can just make out the Big Dipper, to the left of you. The Little Dipper should be beneath you, but it's not showing up very well tonight." Draco, however, wasn't looking up at the sky. He watched you, as you pointed out each constellation, your brow furrowed in the slightest as you searched the sky. When you finally turned your heard to look at him, you faltered, clearly not expecting him to already be looking your way. Something dulled in your eyes, before you spoke with a note of dejection. "You knew that already, didn't you?" Draco couldn't help but give you a small smile. "We learnt it in first year." "Oh. Right." You let out a breathy laugh, lips shooting a momentary smile. Beginning to avoid his gaze, Draco's heart dropped. "I'd much rather hear you explain it than Professor Sinistra, though." He added, quickly, and your previous expression seemed to melt away. Your mouth quirked up, into a much more genuine smile this time, eyes holding a teasing glint as you glimpsed at him. "You're being oddly nice, Malfoy." You searched him for a second. "What do I owe you?" "Just because we aren't friends doesn't mean we can't be civil, Y/N." Draco mimicked you, flicking his eyebrow up - but you only met him with a challenging smirk. "Y/N? First name basis now, too, are we?" Draco scoffed. "I think I've been in your head enough to call you by your first name." He pointed out. You flattened your lips, giving him an admitting shrug. "I guess." You paused, then. Eyes darting away from him only to return back, your ease dissipated before you spoke again, slower than before. "So we're still... 'Not Friends'?" Draco wasn't expecting that. The teasing, yes. You'd become much more willing to give him as good as he gave you, over the weeks - but he hadn't predicted that sudden change of tone. As always, you'd taken him by surprise. You were becoming restless under his guarded gaze, fidgeting with the tassels of your scarf. Were you friends? Draco, if he was honest, wasn't all that sure. He'd seen your every vulnerable moment, he knew your every worry - he'd been inside your head for fucks sake. He knew you better than you most likely knew yourself, but there was a hesitation in his chest to accept it. Because you hadn't actually spoken all that much. Argued, and teased, and dealt with each others shit, yes, but you'd never just sat and talked. Not properly. He'd felt your loneliness, within your memories, however. It was numbing and recognisable. It tugged at his lingering pity for you. But, it was also something he'd felt within himself too many times. Draco Malfoy had associates. Allies, if you will. He had a group of people he surrounded himself with, who understood each other and their social standing. The closest thing he knew to friendship was what he had with Pansy, and perhaps Blaise. But a friend? A true, genuine, friend? No. He had none of those. "Do you think we're not 'Not Friends'?" Draco asked you, cautious. You hesitated, but your eyes held a subtle, gentle tone to them when they finally met his. "I think we're not." You murmured, brow shifting upward, giving you a considerate expression. "Not 'Not Friends', I mean." There was a pause, and then you gave him a soft frown. "This is getting confusing." A smile tugged at Draco's lips as one did yours. Oh, fucking hell. I must be going bloody soft. "So, Draco," You said, seeming to shake off your previous hesitance as you straightened. Grinning, mischievous, you extended your arm to him. "Not 'Not Friends'?" Draco sighed, heavily. Shit. I really am going soft. He took your hand, and you shook it with a firm grip as he rolled his eyes at your confidence. "Not 'Not Friends'." He said. Your eyes twinkled, even as he ripped his hand away from yours and turned back to the barriers. Settling yourself beside him, he could practically feel the waves of pure satisfaction rolling off of you. "You're acting like a Hufflepuff again." He shot you a quick glare. "Are you sure you weren't sorted into the wrong house?" "Steady, Draco. We may be not 'Not Friends' now but that doesn't mean I won't try and disintegrate you again." "I fucking knew it! 'I'm sorry I nearly burnt you' my arse." You stood there, talking, shivering, until the morning light spilled over the horizon. And Draco didn't feel tired once.

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That Drarry fic

Thank @catamelon for the prompt: "I was never in love with you now leave me alone!"

Just before I get into it, a lot of this was vent writing, so it can get kind of brutal so please don't read if those things can upset you, take care of yourself.

Trigger warnings: There's some yelling, violence, and there's some almost nsfw, it can get kinda uncomfortable. Swearing as well.

I think that's it but if you find something I didn't include please tell me so I can add it, okay thanks.

Draco rushed, almost sprinting, into the room of requirement, only stopping to crash to his knees when he thought he was safe. He was panting, sweat dripping off his brow and his tie askew. He shook his head in disbelief, how dare he- how dare he let Potter under his skin like that. His voice still echoed hollowly in Draco’s ears, “I was never in love with you- now leave me alone!” He shook his head, trying to erase all trace of the Chosen One from his memory. Harry’s hands on his thighs, the soft touch of his lips against Draco’s. That jet black hair, standing up at odd angles around his head like a halo. Draco, running his hands through it, breathless and blissful. That was all gone now. Every fleeting memory, every knowing smirk, every glance across the classroom was tainted with those words, “I was never in love with you.” Draco covered his head and let out a small cry, then when he was quite sure no one was around he burst into loud, noisy, uncontrollable tears. The kind of tears that could make even Snape feel sorry for him. As he kneeled there, his heart breaking, wracking sobs disturbing the thick silence, he became aware of someone- no, something, in there with him. He quickly tried to smother his crying, ending up blotchy faced and gasping, fresh tears making new tracks in his face. “Who- who’s there?” he asked, voice trembling.

“Names are not important Draco.” The voice seemed to come from everywhere, hissing but kind. “I know what you want, and I can help you get it.”

Draco shook his head. “No, you can’t, no one c-can.”

“Oh but that is where you are wrong, child.”

Draco sniffed. “I’m not a child, I’m almost 17.” He knew the words sounded crude and childlike before they even left his mouth, and he bit his lip, looking down sullenly.

“You are a child, and you will never have his love.” a pause, then sounding gleeful, the voice hissed “Not unless you have my help.”

“Your help? I don’t even know who you are!” Draco sputtered, looking desperately around, trying to find the source of the voice.

“Yes, you do Draco, just look.”

Draco rocked back as if pushed, his arms unfurling and opening. His head snapped back and his eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. Images flashed before his eyes and he lost sight of the room, obscured by dazzling images of snakes and of dark alleyways and broken skylines, vulgar black smoke rising into the night sky. He gasped as he was pulled back into the present, clutching and scratching at his neck as if someone had their hand around it and was trying to choke the life out of him. Sure enough, when Draco tried to move away warm hands held him firmly in place. “Don’t fucking move.” All the force drained from him. “H-harry-” he started to plead but was cut off by the other boy in the room.

“And don’t you dare speak.” Harry leaned close to him and Draco trembled and nodded shakily.

Harry sneered and leaned away, and as he did so Draco saw a shimmer around his body. It disappeared as quickly as he saw it and he put it down to fear. Stubborn as he knew Harry was, he couldn't help but ask, "how did you find this place? I thought I wasn't followed-"

An ornate knife was quickly pressed against his throat, Harry deftly moving to grab him from behind. "I thought I said no speaking, babe." He almost spat the word out, making it sound like acid that burnt him. Harry trailed his hand up and down Draco's side, whispering in his ear, "I hope you know just how much I hate you, you unlovable, worthless insolent thing." Draco shivered at Harry's touch, as much as he hated himself for it. Harry saw and grinned, looking like an animal about to devour it's kill. "oh, but you like that don't you baby boy? You enjoy being hated, being teased." As he said this, Harry started tugging at the bottom of Draco's shirt, untucking it from his trousers. Draco could only whimper, helpless. Harry moved around to face him, holding Draco's green and silver tie between his teeth.

There it was again- that strange shimmer, just by his head, what the hell is it?

Harry's head snapped around, hiding the mysterious glint from Draco. "You just can't help yourself, can you? You've always got to look." That obnoxious smirk was plastered over his face and he grabbed Draco by the hips, pulling him close and moving his hands to the scared boy's thighs.

"no- no stop, you don't love me." Draco whimpered, trying to push the other boy off him.

"You're right, I don't." Harry shoved Draco roughly to the ground, laughing when he hit his head on the hard floor. "Right now I hate you, more than anything. But, if you just listened to him," Harry motioned to the room "if you listened to him and let him guide you, I'll love you. I'll love you and only you forever." As he was saying this, Harry seemed to transform, he was somehow taller, and more tan, his hair longer and more curled, turning from it's usual black to a richer brown, with sunny golden highlights.

"You're not Harry," Draco scrambled back, his head still throbbing from where he hit it against the floor. "get away from me, you're not him!"

Harry laughed softly, crouching down and tilting his head at Draco. "Of course I am honey, what're you talking about? Just come over here and let me hug you." He looked even more perfect than usual, he seemed so caring, so perfectly loving.

Draco tentatively crawled over to him and let Harry held him close, his warm embrace making Draco shiver.

"There there baby, it's okay now, see? This is what you could have, you could have this." Draco nodded, his eyes drifting closed.

Harry pulled a cold, stern-looking pen from his trouser pocket and held it lovingly. "Look at this, my love. Let me use it on you, and I'll be forever yours."

Draco opened his eyes and looked at it cautiously. "Will it hurt?" He sounded like a toddler about to get a flu jab, but Harry's green eyes were so inviting, so loving.

Harry chuckled. "It may hurt you, but I'll be right here, next to you. All you have to do is let me use it on you." He sounded impatient and irritated and it stung Draco to hear his love speak this way and he recoiled a little.

"Baby, come back." He sounded authoritative, mean even. "Draco, come back here." Harry looked upset, his bottom lip trembling.

"Draco, don't leave me."

Draco teared up again and looked at the ground. Most of him didn't want to move closer, didn't want to let his heart hope again, but there was one tiny voice inside him, one small thing that told him, "who cares if he isn't the real Harry, just pretend, just for a while." The blond boy nodded, letting the voice grow stronger and bigger inside of him. He moved closer to Harry and let himself hope, he let the voice drown out every scream that told him to get away. Harry's smile grew again and he looked triumphant. He grabbed Draco's arm, startling the already jumpy teenager. "Woah, it's okay baby, just relax." He unbuttoned Draco's sleeve and gently pulled it up to expose his pale forearm. "It's okay, just let me do this and we'll be together forever." The porcelain boy nodded and closed his eyes, bracing himself as Harry pressed the cold pen to his arm. Harry's expression grew manic, his grin widening and his hands moving quickly over Draco's arm. "Babe- Harry, it hurts, it burns!" Draco squirmed and yelped, trying to get out of his love's iron-clad grip but Harry just kept going, quickly drawing an elaborate skull then making swirls and lines that didn't make sense. They weren't runes, at least they weren't any Draco had ever seen before. "H-harry, please let me go!" Hot tears pricked at the edges of his vision, threatening to overcome him.

"No, not until it's done." Harry's voice was sharp and snake-like, filling Draco with a terror so great it stopped him in his tracks. "You're not Harry. You're-" He was cut off by a shriek he didn't register was his own until not-Harry looked up. "Well done nitwit, I'm not that fool." He'd given up all pretence at this point, his eyes turning a deep red and his skin turning paler and more translucent- a nightmare version of the boy Draco loved the most. The thing that looked like Harry but wasn't pressed its hand over the markings it had made, closing its eyes and disintegrating into ash.

Draco shivered and pulled his arm close, looking horrified. "No, no no no." Suddenly all the lines made sense- whatever it was had given him the Dark Mark. He ran his thumb along it and winced, cringing away from the evil brand.

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Harry flew around the pitch, engaged in practice with the new Keeper when Colin ran into the stands, panting and looking even more distressed than usual.

"Harry, come quickly, Draco's in trouble!" Harry sped over to where he was, ignoring Ron's indignant snort.

"Where is he, Colin?" Colin turned and ran out of the stands, looking frantic. Harry landed quickly, pulling out his wand. They ran back up to the castle, pushing people out of the way.

"This way." The scrawny boy darted between two pillars through a doorway Harry could've sworn hadn't been there a few seconds ago. He hastily followed him, barreling through the door. He ended up in an empty room, Colin nowhere to be found. Harry stopped short, confused. "Colin? Hey Colin where'd you go?" He turned around slowly and gasped, dropping his broom. The door was gone, replaced by a pane of glass through which he could see Draco, curled in a heap, looking as though he'd been attacked. "DRACO!" He bellowed, pressing himself against the glass. "Draco, oh my god, what happened, what happened?" He frantically beat the glass, trying to break through it. "Draco, please be okay..." He stepped back and raised his wand. "Reducto." The spell shot at the glass, destroying it.

Draco barely flinched, half-conscious and staring blankly at nothing. "Draco!" Harry rushed to his boyfriend's side, falling to his knees. Draco whimpered, looking straight through Harry "What..?"

"Draco, it's Harry, darling I'm here, it's okay now-" He was stopped by Draco's arm, the sleeve roughly pulled up and bruises standing out against his porcelain skin. Draco looked at his arm and whined, trying to hide his new mark from the other boy. It was too late, Harry had seen and he moved back, looking horrified. "Malfoy," he never called Draco that, not anymore, "what the fuck is this?"

"Didn't want to... it forced me to- I didn't want to." Draco tried to sit up, failing miserably. "Tried to make it stop, tried to get away." Harry looked shocked, almost reaching out to touch the other boy's arm. "Please Harry, please believe me, I didn't want this- I tried to stop it."

"I believe you Draco." Harry dropped his wand, getting over his shock and cradling his boyfriend in his arms, closing his eyes tightly. "I believe you, it's okay, I'm here now, it's going to be okay." Draco cowered away from him, scared and not quite believing it was him. "Please Draco, baby, just listen to me, I love you okay? I love you and I'm never going to leave you."

With this Draco scrambled away, shaking in fear. "N-no, that's what- that's what it said too, it said that if it did this," he motioned wildly to his arm "if it did this you'd love m-me. You're not Harry, you're not him, he's not coming he doesn't love me!" He threw his arms over his head, trying to hide from whatever was in front of him, claiming to be his love.

"What? Draco, whatever it was lied to you. I do love you, I've always loved you, and I'm here now, I came."

"But you said- you said you were never in love with me and you told me to l-leave you alone, I heard you say it!"

"When did I say this?" Harry looked sceptical, he knew he would never say something like that. He didn't think he could say something like that, not to him. "Just- just now, a couple hours ago..."

Harry shook his head, "Draco, I've been on the Quidditch pitch all day, we decided we weren't going to meet until later remember?"

"But- but you were in the library with me, you came into the library and looked angry, then I tried to ask you something but you- you said that you- you said that awful thing." Harry took off his Quidditch robes and draped them over Draco like a blanket, gently lifting him off the floor and putting him into a hammock that had appeared close to him. "Draco I've been on the pitch all day, I've not been in the library at all today. Look I'm in my Quidditch uniform" Harry stepped back, letting Draco look at him.

The other boy's eyes scanned Harry's body before looking away, scratching his neck in worry. "I guess... no. This is a trap, you're not Harry. You can't be." Harry sighed. He wanted to prove he was, more than anything, but he didn't know how to.

"Make your patronus."

"What?"

"Make your patronus. That's something unique to you, show me you're Harry." Draco had sat up and was looking at Harry intently. Harry nodded, picked up his want and stood back. He closed his eyes and lost himself in a memory. Pale hands in his hair, the feeling of chapped lips against his. He let it surround him and lift him. "Expecto patronum." A stag burst from the end of his wand, cantering around the room before evaporating into nothing. Draco watched it, his mouth slightly open. "You are Harry..." The boy nodded, wrapping Draco in a hug. "Yes, I am" He sat next to him in the hammock and rocked gently. "It's me, it's me and it's okay now." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't believe you. It was just so scary, I was so scared." Draco shook, closing his eyes and tried not to cry. "I know baby, I know, but we'll fix this, we're going to make this better." Harry felt awful, he'd never seen his boyfriend like this, ever. He was normally so guarded with his emotions. But now, looking at the scared boy in his arms, he saw something he had never seen before. Vulnerability. And someone or something had taken advantage of that. As he cradled Darco in his arms one thought flashed through his mind, hot and sharp, "Voldermort will not get away with this."

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