#draco is much more willing to actually Let A Motherfucker Try It
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“I think draco should be allowed to beat people’s ass without consequence” AND I MEANT WHAT I FUCKING SAID. i feel like we really brushed over flint’s arm now being in shreds? is greg even alive? i like to imagine that when he hit the wall the vine boom sound played. the fact flint and goyle have to go back to slytherin and say “yeah draco almost killed me and she lit me on fire”. like what a fucking power couple. very glad to see draco growing a backbone, it’ll do wonders for his posture.
Being a Lionheart!Hermione lover isn’t enough I need a gun. my pyromaniac queen. you beautiful creature you. i’m so obsessed with her and i cannot wait for the next chapter because you’re right she IS allowed to lose it.
very slay chapter as always
JFKDLJFHDKJH flint and goyle having the worst day of their lives because they accidentally targeted the two most unhinged, ruthless, and terrifyingly competent people in gryffindor, both of whom happen to be obsessed with each other. flint really has had a terrible week.
one thing i love hermione is she'll be like "it is important to be moral and make Good Choices" one moment and then when one (1) person she cares about finds themselves in danger she immediately defaults to "kill?? KILL???" which is in my professional opinion extremely cool. occasionally problematic. definitely going to cause issues. but indubitably rad.
also i thought it was fun that draco's spine and his penchant for violence are coming in at the same time. it's this common trope in d/h for draco's influence to make hermione more ruthless/murdery and that's all well and fun but i felt like not enough has been made of the opposite trope. hermione in canon is WAY more violent than draco. she's braver and angrier and just generally much less tolerant of bullshit. canon draco spoils for fights but doesn't put his money where his mouth is. canon hermione walks the walk every fucking time. lionheart!draco spent the past four years in the Hermione Jean Granger School of Talk Shit Get Hit, and he is graduating with HONORS, thanks very much.
#greenteacup asks#lionheart spoilers#i don't think either person necessarily Influences the other more in either direction#it's more that they play off each other and bring out certain sides of each other#so while hermione is more openly ruthless and a little more sarcastic#draco is much more willing to actually Let A Motherfucker Try It#they're good for each other! and by good i mean they have given each other new and interesting problems.
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Betrayal // Draco x Reader (Part Six)
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Part Five
It’s a Saturday and Hogwarts is usually full of life on a Saturday; first-years sprinting around the courtyard, fifth-years snogging in quiet alcoves of the corridors when they think no one can see but of course everyone knows. Today, however, it’s nothing like that. Hogwarts is dull, subdued even, as though there’s a cloud lurking over the castle – this weekend, there’s no children making snowmen on the grass outside. It’s been a week since… well, a week since Draco. And a week since he rushed into the common room looking more distressed than any of the Slytherins have ever seen him. A week since Katie Bell was cursed on her way back to the school. As much as you’ve spent the entire week convincing yourself that the two events weren’t related, telling yourself that even though Draco can be a spiteful prick at times he’d never actually curse someone, you feel less and less convinced by the minute. The rest of the school is quiet because they don’t know what happened to Bell, they fear for their own safety. You’re quiet, sitting in your dorm-room with your head buried in a book but the words blur together and don’t make sense because you’re trying to convince yourself that someone you care so dearly about couldn’t have done something so- so evil.
You’re distracted from your thoughts by the sound of giggling, the door to your room bursting open as Daphne backs into the room, attached to her neck is Adrian Pucey and you roll your eyes so hard you’re surprised they haven’t fallen out of your head. Is it possible to get any kind of privacy in this place? Daphne’s head darts to the side when she catches you, her eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights as she pushes Adrian off of her – the boy looks slightly offended before he notices that you’re there and you notice the way he shoots a sideways glance at Daphne which translates as hurry up and get her out of here.
“Uh, this is gonna seem like I’m saying this just so you’ll leave and we’ll be alone but I’m not, honestly.” You can’t help but smile a little at the way Daphne is straight to the point but you’d be leaving anyway even if she didn’t have anything to tell you. You know you can’t sit, sulking in your room all day. “I bumped into Professor Snape before, he said you need to go to the hospital wing, something to do with Draco I think but he didn’t really say much about it. Anyway I told him you don’t talk to him anymore but he said-“
You’re out of the room before she can even finish what she’s saying; Daphne has a tendency to keep talking even after she’s said the only relevant information. To you that relevant information is; hospital wing, Draco. Nothing else matters. Not whatever else Daphne had to say, not the fact that the last time you spoke to Draco you’d been on terrible terms, not the possibility that he cursed Katie Bell. Nothing matters expect making sure he’s ok.
When you arrive at the hospital wing – in record time you assume given the fact you’ve practically ran from one side of the castle to the other – Madam Pomfrey can be seen outside the door, talking in rather hushed voices with Professor Snape. Snape appears to be speaking in a rather demanding way while Pomfrey looks disheartened but as soon as they hear your footsteps, the conversation stops. “Daphne Greengrass told me that you were asking for me, Professor?” You address Snape with a sentence that turns into a question and he nods his head, his lips tight as though he doesn’t particularly want you there.
“Yes. Draco has- “A hesitation and you can tell he’s fighting back a scowl, “insisted that he speak with you. I was reluctant at first, it may hinder his recovery but he was persistent. I suggest you take care as to not anger the boy, from what I heard from Miss Greengrass you’ve been pretty good at that as of recently.” You bite back a remark at his words, initially aiming to say that you were never the one to start those fights but thinking against it because arguing about your love life is not something you were willing to do with Snape of all people. Then you remember the unbreakable vow, and you find yourself fighting back a shudder – you still have so many questions to ask Draco, you briefly wonder if seeing him when he needs to recover is a wise choice. Until you remember he’s asking for you of all people and he’s hurt and you don’t know why and oh Merlin, you need to see him.
“May I please go in?” You ask Madame Pomfrey politely, choosing to ignore Snape altogether because you know for a fact he’s not going to take points from his own house if not completely necessary. Pomfrey simply nods her head, her gaze stern as always even when she gives you a small smile of encouragement before stating she’ll give the two of you some privacy. You thank her before pushing open the door, your eyes scanning the room and noticing it’s empty save for one bed with the curtain drawn at the far end of the room.
When you draw back the curtain, you’re greeted by tired grey eyes and pale skin, paler than you’ve ever seen it before and Draco’s wearing a silk pyjama shirt which is unbuttoned, bandages wrapped around his chest so that you can’t see any of his skin. You take his right hand in yours as soon as you drop down into the chair beside him and he doesn't recoil at all like you expect him to; his hand grips yours tight and you can see the difference in your skin tone. He lost a lot of blood, his skin is almost translucent. “I didn't think you'd actually come.” Draco speaks finally breaking the slightly uncomfortable silence you'd been sitting in.
“Of course I'd come, don't be daft.” You joke as an attempt to lighten the mood and Draco responds with a short laugh that you know is forced but at least he's fucking trying for the first time in ages. “Draco, what happened? You look like shit, no offence.” Draco just shrugs as a way of showing he isn't offended, wincing a little at the sudden movement of his shoulders which must have radiated pain over his chest. Your thumb is mindlessly stroking the back of his hand in comforting circles as you wait for the blonde to answer.
“Fucking Potter.” Draco's voice is weak and your blood runs cold as you hear the name. Harry did this? Harry put Draco in the hospital? You knew these accusations would get out of hand eventually but you never imagined like this. “Don't look so upset, I deserved it. I was gonna Crucio him. I don't even know why, I just was so fucking mad and then next minute, I'm bleeding out in the middle of the bathroom. Practically slashed my chest to bits with his wand. Cunt.”
“You- you were gonna Crucio him?” Suddenly your mind flashes back to Katie Bell and that fucking curse and your throat feels like it's tightening up because this isn't your Draco. But you notice the way he looks so sad, so scared of the fact that he's let you down as his hand grips yours just that little bit tighter and you realise all this can wait. He needs to be okay first. “Doesn't matter. Then what happened? I mean, how did you get here.”
“Snape. He used some kind of counter-curse and it healed. Hurts like a motherfucker when I move though.” Snape. Unbreakable vow. He was protecting Draco because of the vows. “Madam Pomfrey says it'll scar permanently because it's dark magic but Snape wouldn't let her look any closer. Says he knows me better and I wouldn't appreciate her peering at me all hours of day. True but I also don't appreciate his pointy nose in my business at all hours of the day.” You let out a quiet snort in the form of a laugh at his words and Draco grins at you, a smile that meets his eyes for the first time in months and it's directed at you.
“Why were you fighting with Harry?” You're tracing patterns on the back of his hand now, watching your finger trail along the smooth skin before briefly glancing up at him. You purposely avoided saying ‘why were you going to use an unforgivable curse on Harry’ and you both know that but choose not to acknowledge. You also choose not to acknowledge the way Draco’s jaw tenses when you say Harry rather than Potter.
“He's been following me around for weeks, I got fed up. Simple.” Another shrug of his shoulders and another slight wince of pain. “No big deal, honestly.” Except it is a big deal if Draco was willing to Crucio and it is a big deal that Harry used a curse that got Draco in hospital. Neither of you broach that subject further and your mind starts to wander.
Today is the day Katie Bell finally got out of the hospital wing, there's no doubt Harry jumped at the chance to speak with her, find out who did it. You’ve been dying to do the same thing all day but never went with it because why would she tell you, a Slytherin of whom she's never had a conversation with before, of all people. What if she told Harry it was Draco? What if that's why he'd followed him and that's why they fought and suddenly you can't stop yourself.
“Did you curse Katie Bell?” You regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth, shutting your eyes as you expect Draco to tear his hand from yours and tell you to get the fuck out but nothing. When you crack open your eyes, Draco’s face is still and emotionless and this time even you can’t see through his mask.
“Did Potter tell you that?” His tone is defeated and you open your mouth to reply but he starts speaking before you have a chance. “He doesn’t know how to mind his own business. You’d think after six years he’d have gotten bored of stalking me but clearly not-“
“Draco, did you do it?”
“Yes.”
You nod your head a little, your mouth suddenly feeling dry and your head is spinning as you try to compose yourself but you can’t because this is so wrong. He is so wrong. You can’t be here with him, not now you’ve heard the words come from his mouth. And even as you’re avoiding his gaze, you can feel his pleading eyes on you as you start to pull your hand from his.
“I didn’t have a choice, Y/N. You have to understand; it was an accident.” A rush of anger suddenly courses through your veins as you rip your hand from his now, you don’t think you can touch him now that you know what his hands have done.
“An accident? Spilling pumpkin juice all over the table is a fucking accident, Draco. Not almost killing someone you go to school with!” You’re yelling now, stood up from the chair beside his bed and Draco’s eyes are wide as he shoots his eyes to the door.
“Will you shut up? Do you want me to go to fucking Azkaban?” He’s talking in a hushed whisper but his tone is rushed and despite how much you can barely look at him right now, you shut up. No, you definitely don’t want him to go to Azkaban.
“Just tell me what’s going on, please. I have a right to know what’s happening.” You’re sure the two of you share the exact same thought in that moment – the thought that maybe you don’t have a right because you’re not a couple anymore but Draco just motions for you to sit back down.
“Can you at least look at me? I can’t do this when you’re looking at the wall behind my head.” Hesitation is your first reaction, worried that if you look at him that anger will rise all over again but he’s right. You can’t expect to find anything out from him if you can’t even lay your eyes on him. When you finally do, he swallows deeply before speaking again.
“I did curse that Gryffindor girl-“ You interrupt quickly with her name, Katie Bell, because you think it utterly barbaric for him to not even have the decency to remember the name you said just minutes before. His jaw tightens before his continues. “I did curse Katie Bell, but it was never meant to happen. I told her not to touch it, but she had to go and touch it anyway – I can’t help the fact that she didn’t listen to me, can I?”
“Touch what?”
“The necklace. It was a necklace that I asked her to deliver to… someone else. I didn’t intend her to ever get hurt; in fact, I assumed she’d be one person who wouldn’t be stupid enough to trust something I gave her.”
“So you didn’t mean to curse Katie but you meant to curse someone else? You were just getting her to do it for you? Oh wow, great. That’s so much better now we’ve got it cleared up.” Suddenly, the rest of the story isn’t anything you want to hear and so you move to stand up but Draco’s voice cuts through the air.
“You can leave as soon as I tell you. In fact, you will leave as soon as I tell you everything so just… just please let me.” But you’re shaking your head frantically and you’re on your feet now, your whole body shaking as the lump in your throat grows. You won’t cry though, not in front of him.
“You know what, I can’t do this. I-I can’t. I’m sorry.” Completely aware that you’re on the verge of hyper-ventilating, you turn to walk away and your legs feel like jelly as you start to walk. You don’t know the blonde boy in the bed behind you, the Draco you’ve known for your entire high school life wouldn’t be that way. Your Draco was spiteful and rude and a complete prick to anyone he didn’t like but he always had too much of conscience to physically harm someone – not anymore.
You ignore the sound of Draco calling after you as you finally figure out how to walk normally, your mind torn between needing an explanation and wanting to get as far away from him as possible. Until Draco’s voice, desperate and rushed, yells the only explanation you’ll ever need.
“I took the mark this summer, Y/N.” Your feet stop moving and suddenly it’s as though your world collapses around you, your heart ceasing to beat completely. “That’s all I wanted to tell you. I’m sorry, more than anything you know but I love you.” You can’t even bring yourself to turn around, not even when you hear his voice crack and his breathing falter; crying.
This is too hard. This is not what you signed up for when you nervously sat in the compartment on the Hogwarts Express with the pointy-looking boy just 5 years before. This isn’t what you imagined would happen when his lips first touched yours in the quiet of the night by the fire in dungeons in third year or the night of the Yule Ball when you first told him you loved him and he responded with a ‘love you too’ before calling you a ‘soppy bitch’ and you hit his shoulder lightly with a giggle. You spent nights in your dorm imagining your wedding with the boy, your stomach swirling with excitement because of course you were going to marry him – he’s perfect and you’d never let him go. But now that boy is a Death Eater and he’s a Death Eater who loves you.
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