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Harry getting exasperated by Draco after fourth year, and an incident that shall not be named. It's like all of sudden he can't seem to stop getting hurt. The Incident was just the beginning, broken ribs and femur and tailbone that had him unable to attend the YuleBall. This was not going to stop Draco "I need to show off my designer robes" Malfoy. Harry finds him on the stairs leading down to the dungeons after following Snape. There he is a sweaty out of breath Draco Malfoy. He could be a maiden
Sickly child from the past. Either way Harry feels enough pity that he lifts him up and says he is taking him to Madam Promfrey but draco is about to die of embarrassment and anger, definitely anger so he says he will just go back to the Slytherin dorms. This is how Draco finds out that Harry has been inside their dorms before and spends an hour berating Potter about traditions and decorum. Harry puts up with the huffing and puffing Malfoy because it's like an angry ferret chittering at him. Not that he would ever say that aloud.
There seems to be a mutual agreement to forget this has happened until the second task happens. No Draco isn't Harry's treasure. Not in the conventional way. The stands hover and wrap the front of the lake. And before the cannon can even signal the beginning of the first task. Draco is shoved by rowdy students into the lake. His words of " My father" the last thing heard. Everyone is busy looking at the champions only Harry sees that Draco malfoy is not rising back up so he knocks back the gillyweed and dives for the Slytherin while people call him out as a cheater. Draco does not know how to swim and is being dragged by the grindylows, and Harry has to fight them to take back the flailing boy. Harry doesn't have to do the task because he saved someone and is applauded because he fought off not only the grindylows, but demented seahorses to retrieve his prize. His prize who spend their time in infirmary berating him for stealing the gillyweed from Uncle Sev and all the ways that the Triwizard tournament is an honor that he has besmirched with his fumbling.
Before the third task begins, Harry sees Draco at the front of the stand when he decides that should be a shit.
" Oy Malfoy, try not to get into any trouble while I'm busy. Kinda trying to win tournament, don't have time for damsels in distress"
And that's how Harry is chased into the Maze with a willy Slytherin by his side. They realize their in trouble when they can't get back out the way they came. Draco is definitely berating Harry again for calling him a Damsel. If anything he is a refined gentleman of the highest quality. Harry thinks he is something, alright. Maybe he does think Draco is fine, but only little after they haven't sniped at each other since the Incident. So they do the trials when a hulky Bulgarian finds them and trys to crucio them because what the fuck . Instead they lose Harry's wand because why not. They finally reach the trophy and thank merlin because Draco is so over this shit.
The cemetery happens but instead of an Avada, Draco is hit with a bone breaking curse. The only thing he can is be as quite as possible. Draco hears the resurrection and his father is there and he is crying but can't call out for help because he has never felt unsure of his father's love but he isn't willing to do it now. Harry fights using dracos wand but no knows that and that's what helps Harry decide dead or nort he is rescuing Draco one last time. He is sure that Malfoy is dead.
Imagine his surprise when he portkeys back to hogwarts and he finds grey eyes silently crying.
Draco has never been silent in his life, he has never been silent in anything. Whether it's his love or hate, he has never been silent. So Harry feels like he and draco finally share the worst sort of feeling. The horrible feeling of having to be not seen or heard by people who are suppose to love you. The uncertainty of calling out for help to a father, an aunt, your blood. Its blood not being thicker than water.
They each understand the terrible thing they have just witnessed.
It's under the cover of night that Draco finally speaks
" I thought you were going to leave me there"
"Never" Harry replies. "Never,never never" he cradels the blonde into him softly,his bones are still regrowing slowly. Skelegrow should only be taken once in a six month period.
" Your my damsel in distress of course I saved you "
" Of course, I'm yours"
and it's meant to be a joke. It's meant sound rude or even petty to call Draco that.
They start to cry together because that just means Draco is Harry's and Harry has something he doesn't have to share. Draco's proclamation confirms that he is Harry's.
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Future Malfoy | Draco Malfoy x Reader
Chapters 1 through 16 are posted! Use this link to read them! :)
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Black Roses - Fourth Year - Harry Potter X Female (Slytherin) Reader
Title: Fourth Year
Harry Potter X Female (Slytherin) Reader
Additional Characters: Hermione, Ron, Pansy, Draco, McGonagall (Mentioned), Blaze (Mentioned), Cedric (Mentioned), Cho (Mentioned), Padma (Mentioned), Snape (Mentioned), Ginny, Neville, and Viktor (Mentioned)
| First-Year | Second-Year | Third-Year | Fourth-Year | Fifth-Year | Sixth-Year | Seventh-Year | Epilogue |
WC: 4,378 (long chapter)
Warnings: Fighting, name-calling (nothing too bad), yelling, Ron being a jerk, slight angst, and fluff
You were walking towards your next class, potions when someone bumped into you, almost making you fall over. You quickly gained your balance and turned to see Pansy smirking at you. You looked down at her, glaring as you re-adjusted your over-the-shoulder bag.
"Parkinson... What a lovely surprise." You mumble, incredibly unhappy to have to deal with her.
Pansy just continued to smirk, crossing her arms. "Well, well, well... If it isn't little miss blood traitor."
You sighed, completely over her at the moment, "What are you going to do, Parkinson? Hang me in the gallows? I thought we went over this last week. Or do I have to teach you again?" You asked, before pointing to your tie.
"Mine is green." You then point to Pansy's tie, "And yours in green. See? Or have you become colorblind over the week?" You say snarkily with a smirk of your own.
Pansy smirks even bigger and you turn to walk away before you hear her speak up once more.
"You can't leave yet... I haven't finished talking to you, blood traitor." You stopped, turning to face the Slytherin.
"Oh! Did you not retain what I just taught you? I mean really, Pansy, honey, you're turning green with envy here." You spoke, shaking your head at her. "You're like a toddler in a teenager's body... and I thought you were supposed to be smart... I feel stupid now by just looking at you."
"Don't start something you won't be able to finish." She speaks, a bit of anger creeping into her tone.
"Please, Pansy, I'm a professional. I know what I'm doing." You spoke, looking down at her, quickly whipping out your wand, and pointed at her. "Now, I would suggest you be a good little witch and go to class, hm?" You say sickly sweet as you stared at her.
Pansy gulped as she stared into your eyes, she watched as they glinted and shifted, filling her with fear. She quickly glared at you and snarled at you before leaving down the hall with heavy steps. You humphed, pocketing your wand as you traveled back to potions. Opening the door, Snape looked up from his desk, giving you a knowing look to which you gave a small mischievous smile and shrugged, taking your seat in the third row. Opening your textbook, you flipped to the chosen page you saw a fellow Slytherin have their page on and began to take notes.
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"Has anyone asked you to the Yule Ball yet, Y/N?" Hermione asked as she did her homework on her big canopy bed. "It wouldn't surprise me if tons of other students did." He spoke and you sighed, looking over at the girl from your own bed.
"Oh! Yes, Hermione. I've had to push them off me with my wand. They have been lining up to just ask me." You spoke sarcastically and Hermione nodded, "Besides, I don't really know if I want to go."
"But it's coming up soon! Why wouldn't you want to go?" She asked, getting up and walking over to you, pulling you out of your seat, and taking your hands in hers.
Hermione gently danced around the room with you, "Imagine the sight. Oh, it will be gorgeous. The Grand Hall’s engulfed in white, light blue, and silver. The dance floor filled with everyone dancing. Dancing under the falling snow and stars. It's so romantic." She spoke dreamily.
"I don't know." You said, shaking your head, "But, also... Says you! Viktor is taking you. He should be feeling very lucky." You added and Hermione shook her head with a giggle.
"I never would have thought he'd ask me... Or anyone for that matter." Hermione spoke up as she frowned slightly, and you knew why.
"Ron is an idiot. This is your special night to have some fun. Not always stuck in your books and work. Viktor really seems to like you. I'm so happy for you, 'Mione." You smiled softly at her and she blushed, nodding.
"Don't think I forgot about you." She spoke with a 'I caught ya' look, "You should go to the Yule Ball." She whispered, before letting you go.
You nodded at her, "I mean... I want to go... If I had someone to go with. Heh, I mean. I'd go with any of our friends just if they asked me. I don't care if they fancy me or anything. To just be asked 'Hey, you want to be my date to the dumb ball? Yeah, I don't want to go either.'" You joke in a deep voice, making Hermione laugh.
"Don't you like Cedric?" She asked and you felt your face flush.
"Yeah, but he's going with Cho." You muttered, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise to your cheeks.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." Hermione spoke and you shrugged, turning away from her.
"Nothing's wrong with it. It's just... I don't know. Didn't really have too much hope for that. I've only spoken to him twice." You spoke, rolling your eyes.
"Ah, you're jealous." She stated, and you scoffed, "There's nothing wrong with that."
"How could I not? He's cute." You spoke as if it was a fact. "He's a man of quality."
You sigh, shaking your head, "He's perfect. He's smart, charming and funny. He's popular, and he's a great Quidditch player. There is nothing wrong with him." You spoke, trying to convince yourself as much as Hermione.
Hermione hummed, a small smirk on her face, "I guess so. Sounds like you’re talking about Harry." She trailed off and you looked at her with furrowed eyebrows.
"What are you saying?" You spoke, hoping she didn’t clue together that you also liked Harry.
"C'mon, Y/N... Harry's the kindest person I know. He's sweet, caring, and handsome. He's got the most beautiful green eyes... And he's kind to everyone." Hermione spoke, smiling gently at you.
You laughed awkwardly, "Sounds like you like him a bit, 'Mione." But she wasn't having it.
"I know you like to avoid this, but you need to understand and know these things." She insisted, waving her hands about.
"I know those things about Harry." You spoke, and she sighed, shaking her head.
"I'm saying, you should go with Harry. I heard he doesn't even have a date at the moment. And don't you dare try to say you don't fancy him too. I see the way you look at him and how highly you speak of him." She spoke, and you sighed, shaking your head.
"No. I'm not going with him. I just... I don't know if I can." You spoke, shaking your head again.
"Why not?" She questioned.
"Because... I don't know. I just..." You trailed off, sighing. "I mean... He would have to ask me." You say quietly, and Hermione looks at you, tilting her head slightly.
"You won't ask him?" She asked and you shook your head.
"I don't think I could live with that embarrassment if he rejected me." You told her sadly.
"What if it’s mutual?" She asked and you scoff, folding your arms.
"I don't know..." You spoke up, shaking your head. "I doubt he'd ask me."
"I don't understand you sometimes, Y/N." Hermione spoke and you groaned softly.
"Sorry." You apologized, sitting down on your bed.
Hermione frowned, "I'm sorry... I wish I could convince you."
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After you talk with Hermione, you went out to the next Hogsmeade on your own to get yourself a dress. Stepping into the dress shop, your eyes immediately were drawn to one in the back center of the shop. You moved past the other shoppers swiftly, reaching the dress with ease. You picked it off the hanger and placed it against your figure, it looked perfect. Love at first sight. Scouting out an employee, you asked for a dressing room.
Stepping in, you placed your over-the-shoulder bag on the small bench before trying on the dress. Opening your eyes, you turned to the full-length mirror, in complete awe of yourself. You looked stunning. Perfect. You took a step forward and touched your hair, pushing it behind your ear. Looking back at your reflection, you giggled.
"This is perfect." You breathed, standing up and admiring yourself again in the mirror. Your eyes then dropped to the dress, marveling over it. It was tan in color, made of chiffon, and slightly see-through on the skirt. The fabric perfectly hugged every curve of your body. The bodice was a light creme color overlayed with a layer of tan slightly see-through chiffon. It was similar to a mermaid type of gown, though the skirt flowed out at the tops of your hips. You were pleasantly surprised to even see a small train behind you. Taking a look at the top of the dress, you caressed the soft chiffon sleeves and ruffled turtle-neck collar; whilst admiring the intricate gold floral embellishments along the top of the dress down to the middle of your thighs.
"I'm getting it." You whispered gleefully to yourself before getting redressed and checking the price tag. It wasn't too much, but it was more than you would usually spread on a dress.
You left with your dress perfectly wrapped in a white box, even paying a little extra for a matching pair of shoes to go along with it. With a pep in your step, you traveled all the way back to Hogwarts.
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Passing a hallway, you heard someone calling your name. Stopping, you turned and watched Harry run up to you.
"Harry?" You asked, watching as he bent down to take a small breath before straightening up.
He gave you a shy smile, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hi... Uh, I was wondering- wait... What's that?" He asked, pointing down to the brown paper bag in your hand.
You glanced down at the bag, looking back up at Harry. "Uh... Nothing. Not like it's a Yule Ball dress or anything." You laughed nervously and Harry furrowed his eyebrows.
"Dress? Did someone ask you?" He asked and you sighed.
"No. But, I have a sneaking suspicion that Parkinson had something to do about it. Maybe she's been turning all my potential dates into frogs." You sarcastically pondered and Harry chuckled lightly.
"Yeah, sure, she missed one then." He spoke and you frowned slightly.
"What do you mean?" You asked, feeling your face heat up as Harry let out a breath.
He cleared his throat before speaking, looking everywhere beside you. "I'm actually glad no one asked you- wait... No! I'm not glad. No, I mean I am but I wanted to ask you, so..." He nervously rambled, fidgeting with his hands.
You couldn't help but smile at how adorable Harry was being.
"What I mean to say is... Do you want to go with me?" He asked, finally looking up at you.
You felt your heart flutter as you replayed his cute rambles in your head; and watched his anxious expression. "Of course, I'd love to go with you, Harry." You spoke, smiling fondly.
Harry grinned and nodded, "Great! Thanks! Um... Well... I'll uh... I'll leave you alone now." He stammered and hurried down the hall, disappearing out of sight.
You stood there in shock, but quickly recovered and began heading toward your dorm.
You were so excited to show Hermione your new dress.
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Night of the Yule Ball and you were in the Gryffindor common room with Hermione and Ginny, getting ready. The two in question were almost finished, Hermione finishing up Ginny's hair, while Ginny moved nervously in her seat. The two of them looked so beautiful in the dresses.
'Aren't you going to get ready, Y/N?" Ginny asked, looking at you through the mirror.
You nodded, sliding off your bed and grabbing the white box from under your bed. "I'll be back."
Ginny smiled and closed her eyes as Hermione put down the brush and placed her matching hair clip into her long red locks.
"Lucky you, going with a gentleman like our little Neville Longbottom." Hermione sighed, brushing Ginny's hair down with her hand.
"Yes, yes, he's nice." Ginny said, giggling.
"He's extra lucky, going with you." Hermione spoke, as the bathroom door opened and she turned around.
Hermione's eyes widened as her jaw dropped, "Y/N?" She gasped, staring at you with wide eyes.
"What is it, Hermione?" Ginny asked curiously, turning to see you in your dress.
"Oh my goodness! Y/N! You look stunning!" The young girl squealed as you brushed your hand down the fabric skirt shyly.
"Stunning? You mean real-life goddess." Hermione complimented making you blush.
"Guys, stop. You might make me cry." You lightly scolded as the two girls scurried over to you, in awe of your dress.
"We're serious, Y/N. You're drop-dead gorgeous." Ginny replied and you clasped your hands together before you.
"It's nothing compared to the two of you. You both look like royalty." You replied with a chuckle.
The two women turned to each other, whispering excitedly.
"Can you believe it? Y/N wearing a dress that could rival a princess on her wedding day?!" Ginny asked, grinning madly.
"Oh yes, that dress is absolutely stunning." Hermione agreed, and you couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm right here, you know?" You shook your head.
The two turned back to you before Hermione spoke, "As we said, you look beautiful. Now, let's get your hair done." She spoke, leading you to the desk Ginny was sitting at before.
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You watched as Ginny walked down the stairs, taking Neville's hand with a smile on both their faces. You were getting nervous. There were so many people down there.
"You'll be fine, Y/N/N." Hermione spoke, placing a hand on your arm as she gave you a reassuring smile.
You nodded, letting out a breath, before snapping your fingers and letting a small smirk of determination appear on your face.
"Good. You got this." She spoke once more before heading down the stairs. You watched as you peeked behind the wall, watching as everyone in the room paused what they were doing to watch Hermione walk down.
Hermione then took Viktor's outstretched hand and walked off to dance, glancing over at Harry and Ron. Ron's jaw dropped as he stared at Hermione. You narrowed your eyes with mischief. Hopefully, he'd realize his feelings for her now and ask her out already. Ron really needed to man up soon. Hermione might stop waiting for him, and he'll lose her forever.
Slowly, your eyes slid over to Harry beside Ron. You couldn't help but take a double-take. He looked so handsome in his slightly oversized robes. You could tell that he tried to do his hair, but you knew it was pointless, nonetheless, his shaggy hair looked great. He looked so perfect. He was biting his lip periodically and looking at his shoes, and you couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.
Letting out a breath, you shook yourself a bit, letting out your nerves as you brought your light smirk back and took a step out behind the wall. Slowly stepping down the stairs, you made eye contact with Harry. His green eye widened slightly as his own jaw dropped before he ran his hand through his messy hair.
Once you got to the end of the steps, you watched as Harry just continued to stare at you. Ron nudged Harry on the shoulder, snapping him out of his daze as he cleared his throat. His face and the tips of his ears were a bright red as he made his way to you, offering you his hand.
"You look beautiful, Y/N." He spoke, voice shaking slightly.
"Thank you, Harry. You look rather handsome as well." You replied, your cheeks growing hotter.
Music began to softly sway and Harry looked at you curiously, yet nervously. "Do you want to dance?" He asked, offering you his hand, which you gladly accepted.
"I would love to." You answered as you stepped out onto the dance floor.
You didn't have to lead very far because Harry was right beside you. He seemed like he was in awe of you, looking at you with such adoration in his eyes. You wished you could hide your blush, but as Harry took your hand in his and put them beside you in the air and his other was placed on his waist; you forgot about your flushed cheeks. You placed your free hand on his shoulder before Harry led you into a waltz.
You were pleasantly surprised, Harry was a pretty good dancer. It reminded you of the dance practice McGonagall had taught. Ron danced with her, and Hermione and Harry were partners. As soon as McGonagall let the others practice, Draco grabbed you. He didn't want to dance with Pansy. You get it, you wouldn't either.
But, that memory faded away as you looked up into Harry's eyes, holding his gaze as he held yours. Your feet moved gracefully in time with his and his strong arms kept you steady. You couldn't help but sigh softly as you danced. You wanted to hold his gaze longer but you couldn't. Looking around, you tried to calm your racing heart. You weren't exactly used to dancing, but you could say that you really enjoyed this one. Especially with Harry.
Being so close to Harry was an amazing feeling. His hand intertwined with yours, his warm hand on your waist. You felt like you were floating on cloud nine. All the stress and anxiety that you were under vanished when Harry took you in his arms and held you close. You could smell him, and it sent a wave of warmth rushing through your body. You felt his arms tighten around you, squeezing you tighter against him and your stomach flipped over.
"Everything is so pretty." You murmur softly, and Harry nodded.
"Yeah, very pretty." He muttered and you turned to look back up at him, noticing he was still looking at you.
You smirked slightly, conjuring up a sneaky prank on your date. You looked around the room once more, draining awe, "Even the ceiling is hot dog." You spoke quietly to Harry, causing him to blush lightly.
"You're a hot dog." He muttered before his eyes widened and he heard what he had said, making you burst into laughter.
"Hot dog?" He questioned, "Why did I say that?"
You giggled, "I got you good. Seemed that you were so in awe of me that I just had to have fun with you." You teased, your smile turning into a smirk.
Harry was speechless, which was rare. "Huh?" He asked after a few moments, and you shake your head with a chuckle.
"You're adorable, Harry." You whispered.
"Well, thanks." He spoke, and you leaned in closer to him, kissing his cheek quickly. You pulled back, giving him a wink as the song slowly ended.
Before you or Harry could say anything else, Draco walked over to you. He looked at you before looking at Harry with a glare.
"Potter." He said with disdain.
"Malfoy," Harry replied with annoyance. "May we help you?" He asked.
Draco smirked and nodded, "Yes, I would like to ask the beautiful Y/N for a dance." He spoke, turning to you with a raised eyebrow.
You turned to Harry with a sorry smile, as he reluctantly let go of you.
"I would love a dance, Draco." You said to the platinum blonde before looking at Harry once more. "How about you get us a drink? I'll be right back." You wink and Harry nodded as he watched Draco take your hand and lead you onto the dance floor.
Harry sighed as his eyes dropped sadly, along with his shoulders as he found his way to a table with Ron, who was ditched by Padma. Ron was watching Hermione dancing still, eyes glaring at the young man in her arms. Harry looked to the dancing couple and to Ron, "You should be happy for her, Ron."
Ron frowned, "It's not that easy." He muttered and Harry shrugged.
"Sure it is. She looks happy doesn't she?" Harry asked and Ron nodded, giving him a small smile, "If you really like her, then you'd want her happy no matter what."
Ron shrugged, "She's just so pretty though. I should've asked her."
Harry chuckled, "Yeah, you should have."
"I just..." Ron trailed off, shaking his head with a sigh. "Don't know if I even have a bloody chance now."
Harry hummed as his eyes landed on you, dancing with Draco. You were spinning around and back into his arms with a laugh. Harry couldn't help but get jealous. He sighed heavily as he glared at Draco before his eyes focused on you again, your beautiful hair was pinned up perfectly, and small stray strands fell free; framing your face perfectly. Harry had a crush on you since the second year, and he was never able to admit it, and he wasn't sure if you felt the same. Getting up, Harry walked over to the punch bowl, grabbing two glasses for you and him. Hopefully, no one spiked it.
As the song ended, you said your goodbyes to Draco, waving a quick 'hello' to Blaze before wandering over to Harry with a smile on your face. Harry couldn't help but copy you, handing you your drink once you stood beside him. You sighed, taking a small sip from the glass. You loved the atmosphere of the ball, so soft and elegant.
"Did you have fun with Draco?" Harry asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"With Draco?" You asked, thinking before answering, "Yeah, he was fun to dance with. Why? You want to dance with him?" You teased, nudging him in the arm gently with a grin.
Harry sputtered in surprise, looking at you with his wide green eyes. "W... What? No, I was just curious." He mumbled before finishing his drink.
You side-eyed him, also finishing your drink; setting it beside you on a table. "Mm, well, you are obviously not jealous whatsoever." You taunt, watching the lovely couples dance around.
"It's hard not to be." He muttered, so quiet you almost didn't hear it. "I mean, you look amazing, Y/N. I don't know why you'd go with me." He spoke, running a hand through his hair.
"Why wouldn't I?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"You could've gone with Draco. He doesn't seem to like dancing with Parkinson." He murmured, watching as the young woman laughed and Draco rolled his eyes with a deep frown.
You smiled softly, "Well, Draco didn't ask me, did he?" You taunted, looking back up at him.
"No? Yes? No." He corrected himself, earning a giggle from you.
Turning your body around to face him, you raised your hand to try and fix Harry's hair. Why was his hair so freaking soft? You were quite proud when his cheeks darkened. "And you asked me. And I said 'yes' 'cause I really like you, Harry." You smiled happily.
"You like me?" Harry asked, a small smile appearing on his face.
"Mmhm..." You murmured, dropping your hand from his hair. "Very much."
"So..." He trailed off, looking down at his nervously clenched hands before meeting your gaze again. "You wouldn't be mad if I asked you out on a date to Hogsmeade after the holidays?"
Your smirk slowly slipped into an adoring smile, "I would be angry if you didn't ask me." You joked as you nudged him again, your face feeling like it was on fire.
Harry bit his lip, fighting the smile and fidgeting with his fingers. You noticed, slowly reaching out with your hand and taking his hand in yours. Harry looked up at you with wide eyes, mouth hanging open slightly. You smirked at him, before turning back to the ball before you.
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After noticing Ginny and Neville on the sidelines a ways away, you turned to Harry to let him know you'd be back before rushing over to them. Both Ginny and Neville had a frown on their faces and you too, frown; mostly in confusion.
"What's wrong?" You asked as you stopped before them.
"Ron said something rude to Hermione. She ran off crying." You immediately glared down at the ground before looking up at the two.
"Where is he?"
Ginny pointed to a table where Ron was sitting all alone. His arm propped up on his knee as he leaned his cheek on his palm. At this point, you were seeing red. You stalked over to him, Harry noticing as Ginny and Neville followed behind you.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley!" You raged, hand clenched tight as the young man in question looked up at you with wide, fearful eyes.
"How do you know my middle name?" He asked but you shook your head narrowing your eyes at him.
"I know a lot about you, Ronald, now what did you do to Hermione?" You seethed, and Ron visibly gulped.
"I didn't do anything, we just fought before she walked off." He tried to defend himself but you weren't having it.
"Uh uh uh," You waved your finger as a dark smirk crossed your lips, "She went off crying because of you, you git." You growled, stepping closer to him.
"I'm sorry, I... I didn't know I made her cry!" Ron pleaded with you, and you scoffed, "I bet you didn't even mean it, did you?" You spat sarcastically, and he winced, "Of course not! You just couldn't deal with her having a date who wasn't you." You snarled.
Ron's face paled, and he looked down, his voice low and quiet, "I'm sorry."
You narrowed your eyes, "You better be. You better apologize to her."
You huffed and pinched the bridge of your nose, "Really, Ron. You need to fix this with her." You said in a calmer voice and Ron nodded.
You then turned to Harry and gave him a sad smile, "I'm going to go and find Hermione. Thank you for taking me, Harry. I've had a lovely time with you." You kissed his cheek before turning and running off to find Hermione.
Harry smiled dreamingly, rubbing the place where you kissed him.
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Prompt:
The Triwizard Tournament doesn’t take place, and the Quidditch Cup runs as usual. So instead of enchanting the Cup to be a portkey, the Snitch is. Lucky Harry is Hogwarts best Seeker.
(A Cedric lives au)
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Alright so I've already done this when Nina was a Hufflepuff. Back then, she was so focused on Snape (Hufflepuff!Nina is a Snape-simp, let her be) that there were some keypoints I looked over. Now that I'm redoing the TLSQ as a Slytherin, I can shamelessly say that CHARLIE AND NINA ARE JUST FLIRTING HERE THE WHOLE TIME!!! And yep, because of that, THE GIFT OF GRATITUDE is still my FAVOURITE TLSQ 💚💚💚
This was during the Christmas Holidays of their sixth year
*Hufflepuff!Nina screeching in the parallel universe. That’s so sweet 🥹
Is Professor Snape the first CharlNina shipper? 👀 (@hphm-jeniferltheman the OTP name credit goes to you 🙇🏻♀️)
Second CharlNina shipper? Lmao
He knitted her socks 🥹 Charlie best boi
Story time: Nina’s birthday falls on the summer holidays so she has never celebrated with friends, until they started visiting her home. On Christmas Day of their fourth year, Charlie gave Nina a C-shaped dragon necklace as a belated birthday present.
“I carved and painted it myself.” (hc that the dragon pendant is made out of wood… and of course, she loves it)
Cooking together… yes, very romantic ☺️
The way he looks at her!!!
The two of them still made Professor Snape smile and I’m so proud of my little meow meows 😘
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE! 🥳 Let’s all hope 2023 treats us well.
#hogwarts mystery#hphm#hphm mc#jacob’s sibling#nikolina lindenbaum#nina lindenbaum#charlie weasley#severus snape#The Gift of Gratitude#Slytherin Nina#Fourth Year#i’m so stupid#i accidentally sat on the paper#hence the folds in the middle#my art#my hphm art#my post
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tw: forced dieting, hunger, sneaking food, restricting a child's food
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it's summer 1994, dudley is on a strict diet on his doctor's orders, and harry is forced on the same diet on petunia's orders. everyone is fairly miserable because none of them are eating enough.
harry is honestly used to it, because the dursleys never really gave him enough food. harry is also fairly sure that vernon and petunia are eating normal food after harry and dudley are sent to bed. but dudley has never been hungry before, not like this. harry can't help but feel a little sympathy for him, because harry understands better than anyone what it's like to be hungry.
of course, harry has never settled for hunger, intense self preservation instincts baked into him from the time he was one. he sneaks out of his room one night after he's sure vernon and petunia are asleep, choosing the right pattern on the steps so they won't make a noise.
he's not in the pantry long before the sound of someone creaking down the stairs meets his ears. he panics, leaves the pantry, but realizes that he has no good hiding places without crossing the view of the stairs. the best hope he has is hiding in the dark pantry and praying that whoever it is will only open the fridge.
he listens at the door, hearing the unmistakable sounds of someone trying to be quiet and failing spectacularly. probably vernon then, because petunia is frighteningly good at moving quietly when she wants to. harry hears the fridge open, hears some jars rustle around, and he has a glimmer of hope that maybe he'll get away with this.
but then he hears footsteps come towards the pantry door, and he braces himself for whatever punishment vernon will dole out for this. probably locked in his room for the rest of the summer. he backs away from the door as it opens, and someone flicks the light on.
"dudley?" he says, just as dudley says, "harry?"
it's quiet for a moment as they both process what to do, both of them caught sneaking food. harry can't help but feel nausea at the thought of dudley running up to tell his parents that he caught harry out of his room. but dudley looks as nauseous as harry feels, probably some combination of extreme hunger and fear of harry's magic. that strange sympathy wells up in harry again, for the hunger, mostly.
"i'll tell," dudley says, attempting confidence, but there's a shake to his voice. "you'll get locked in your room again."
it strikes harry, oddly, as absurdly brave. dudley's only experience with magic is a twisted combination of his parents' lies and traumatic bodily injury in the form of a pig tail and a ballooning aunt. he would have no defense if harry used magic against him, but he's threatening harry anyways.
dudley has been horrible to harry for the entirety of their relationship, has never done anything but hurt him, and yet harry also knows that dudley has vernon and petunia for parents, and that, even as he looms in the pantry doorway with clenched fists, he is a hungry kid. and so harry extends an olive branch that dudley probably doesn't deserve.
"don't take too much of one thing," he says.
"what?"
"when you take food, don't take too much of one thing, or they'll notice."
"...okay?"
"and if it's something like a pack of biscuits, shake them forward a little so it looks fuller than it is."
dudley is staring at harry with the most peculiar expression on his face.
"why are you helping me?"
harry shrugs. he doesn't have a coherent answer to that at 2am. he tells himself it's just because if his aunt and uncle realize someone (other than them) has been sneaking food, he'll be the one in trouble regardless of guilt. but harry knows that's not really his reason.
harry doesn't say any of this out loud. he takes a step forward to leave the pantry, and dudley skitters back into the kitchen, eyes wide. harry puts his hands up in surrender, slowly steps out of the pantry. they're both standing in the kitchen now, still staring at each other, unsure how to end this odd encounter.
"well," harry finally says. "night dudley."
"yea, night harry."
harry follows his usual path up the steps, thinking about how that's probably the first time that he and dudley ever wished each other good night.
harry lies in bed, expecting vernon or petunia to come knocking on his door at any minute, but they never come.
#migrated from twitter#with some edits#tw forced dieting#tw hunger#tw sneaking food#tw restriction#tw restricting a childs food#lightning era#harry and dudley#harry potter#dudley dursley#fourth year#rat writes
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[the day they saw remus riding a broom for the first time]
James: how long have you been gay?
Sirius: what time did we fly with remus?
James: 4 p.m.
Sirius: so about five hours
#harry potter#harry potter quotes#gryffindor quotes#marauders quotes#marauders#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#fourth year#remus x sirius#petter pettigrew#lily evans#hogwarts#marauders fandom#harry potter incorrect quotes#jegulus#harry potter ships#wolfstar
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Here is my fanfic I have been thinking about for ages. It started out as my itrataion at ron in the fourth book. I missed me off to no ends when he turns on harry. He isolates harry and treats him awfull and it always passed me off that he had no consequences for his actions. Like everyone just moves on like Ron wasn't acting like harry did something unforgivable. One other thing that irritated me was that sirius never had to deal with the fact that he tried to kill severus. Like remus is still his friend which is insain. I personally would have not let that slide. He turned his best friend into a murder weapon So I decided to write a fix where sirius, ron, and of course dumbledore will have to face the consequences of their actions. It is a work in progress with the main pairings being severus snape/ regulus black and draco malfoy/ harry potter.
#good severus snape#pro severus snape#anti sirius black#dumbledore bashing#Ron Weasley bashing#drarry#severus × regulus#fourth year#harry potter and the goblet of fire#draco malfoy#fanfic#current wip#harry potter#veela!draco
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Festival season was so good to me this year. Missing Lost Lands like crazy 🔥✨️🦖🦕
#lost lands#excision#fourth year#dubstep#bass#bass music#fireworks#dinosaur#jurrassicpark#rave scene#raver#girls who rave#festivals#festival#festivevibes#legend valley#early access#september#festival season#fishnets#kai wachi#sullivan king#b2b#Spotify
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The badges in Fourth Year must have been very annoying for Harry, but imagine 14-year-old Draco spending all night (and probably robbing his friends into helping him) to enchant dozens (hundreds even!) of badges to annoy Harry XD
The level of dedication XD
#the pile of draft I would probably never finish#drarry#fourth year#he did all that out of hatred he says
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Continued..
So we've established they have a thing. This weird thing because for the last month of fourth year, there is no Harry without Draco. Only their friends understand how far beyond they have gone with this. Greg falls over Harry's broomstick in the evenings when they take naps after flying together. Blaise is sure Harry is stealing his charms homework. Hermione is getting real tired of Draco stealing her books in Gryffindor tower, and did Ron just see Draco take all the pillows from his bed.
"GIVE THEM BACK MALFOY, THEIR MINE! HARRY"
Hary does not care, he just grabs his Draco who is in a tug of war with Ron, pulling the pillow with them so he can finally sleep. Ron shouts curses at the both of them and threatens to smother the blonde.
"Try it" Harry says only it sounds like a real threat.
The Slytherins and Gryffindors are confused and are really tired of the duo who seem think that they can whatever they want. If anyone's tries to confront them, Draco starts crying and then Harry gets hex happy. Even Proffesor Dumbeldore who has tried to seperate the pair is astounded when the two just hide from him ( invisibility cloak) when he tries to speak with them. Uncle Sev just looked at the two in Potions and walked away when Draco did sad puppy eyes at him because he tried to take Harry away. Flitwick didn't care much when the two applied a sticking charm and were "forced to be sat next to each other, instead gave points for a well applied charm.
They haven't spoken about what happens in two days. When the hogwarts express is to come. Harry was named champion but there has been no official word from him.
It happens like before, Moody seems to really have it out for Draco. They are in the court yard and Draco is laughing at Weasley about something ridiculous when Moody shoots a spell at Draco knocking him away from Harry. He tries to pull Harry away from the crowd in the name of helping him from the scum. To bad Harry has just seen Draco be knocked unconscious from hitting the wall. So he snaps a little. Okay he snaps a lot. He explodes Moody flinging him in the air. How does he like to be treated like a ragdoll. Of course the teachers intervene but everyone has seen what happens when they hurt Harry's Draco.
All to say fake Moody disappears. Only someone has a map and the map never lies. So they tell Uncle Sev that Moody is still in the castle. Who was the imposter, who cares because Harry will end whoever it was when he finds out.
Harry is dreading going back to his aunts. How is he supposed to let Draco go home. He bites his nails to the quick, but Draco restores them easily. Instead, Draco just tells Harry not to worry about it. They will be fine. Draco is a liar. He has already done a million scenarios in his head and he cried with half of them.
The drive back to Private Drive is agony.
Harry is being yelled to get in the house with his trunks to be put away in his cupboard under the stairs when he knocks into someone that was standing behind him.
" Merlin, even when I'm trying to rescue you I'm the damsel"
Draco sent a letter to his mother stating he would going with his friends so he could kidnap Harry, and with Malfoy was able to get a port key to Brazil because France would be good as he is familiar with it but he isn't trying to be found. So Brazil it is.
Harry has never been so happy that Draco is a spoiled brat that doesn't listen when people say that he has to be at the Dursley's for "safety reason". Draco of course heard something about "he couldn't see Harry at his residence because of wards wouldnt allow him entry or what not" but if Harry never enters the premises then he can't be kept out.
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Sometimes clinical year vet school is learning you don’t really like a specialty, and sometimes clinical year vet school is learning you really want to work on horses, livestock, and GOLDFISH
I have found a ridiculous niche and I will be digging
#vet school#vet student#fourth year#clinical rotations#vet med#veterinary medicine#veterinary school#goldfish#aquatic medicine#fish#I have found my calling#No I will not be taking questions
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Fourth Year - The Graveyard
Harry and Cedric land in the graveyard of Little Hangleton - but it ends differently.
Harry has been training for months on end for this god forsaken Tournament, so his reflexes are faster than Wormtail - or Voldemort - expect them to be. When Voldemort says Kill the Spare, Harry jumps in front of the spell, which means Cedric lives. Harry, unfortunately, does not.
(And yet)
Cedric snaps out of his shock as Harry crumples in the grass, and disarms/stuns Wormtail. He immediately summons the cup to himself and grabs Harry so they will both go back to the Maze. When they return to Hogwarts, everyone believes Harry has died - he has no pulse, he does not breathe, nothing will wake him.
(And yet)
Two days later, Harry wakes in the Hospital Wing, his bed surrounded by mourners. Cedric and the Weasley Twins are sitting at the foot of his bed. Remus is to his right, holding his wrist. There is a huge black dog - a Grim - draped over his lower legs, head on his stomach.
Once more, Harry is the Boy-Who-Lived. Somehow, the events lead to Sirius gaining a trial and being freed, which means he can take custody of Harry.
In 5th year, the incident at the Department of Mysteries does not occur, because Harry is no longer a Horcrux. There is no longer a connection between Harry and Voldemort.
Side note: Harry asks the people in his life if he can collect some of their memories of his parents - Remus and Sirius give him an entire pensive full of them, both from Hogwarts and after Harry was born.
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After a full moon, Sirius would wake with a new set of silver marks slashed over his body seemingly out of nowhere. Every month. Without fail. For as long as he could remember. There was no explanation for it, only rules. The most important: Keep Them Hidden.
In his fourth year, he was determined to find out what they meant. His mother knew more than she was letting on. He was sure of it. But when his research was quickly neglected in favour of falling for a particularly dorky werewolf, he accidentally stumbled upon the answers he had been looking for the whole time.
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A soulmate AU about two very oblivious boys.
#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar#ao3#fan fiction#recommendation#marauders#soulmates#soulmate#au#fourth year
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No Pairing |Alternative Universe - Canon Divergence | Seer!Draco Malfoy | 4th Year | Dark Magic |
Sight Can Be Deadly by InfiniteInspirit
At a young age, Draco Malfoy discovered an interesting fact: he was a Seer, with confusing abilities that no one else seems to have ever heard of...abilities that could kill him.
Determined to keep his secret, Draco is forced to seek out unusual help.
Seer!Draco. AU, Fourth Year (begins before the Triwizard Tournament). First book in the Unleashed verse.
#hp fanfic#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter ao3#seer!draco malfoy#fourth year#hogwarts#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#triwizard tournament#cedric diggory#victor krum#fleur delacour#ron weasley#hermione granger
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the thing i love about being a medical student going on a date with another medical student is that talking about vaginal deliveries vs c-sections is a completely appropriate topic for a first date
#fourth year#baby's first date in literal yearsss can you believe#took a while but we got there in the end#i don't think he's The One but we could be friends/study buddies. i'd like that
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