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pinkhoneydrop · 4 months

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Its a Game pt.6

[ A/n ] - Hey everyone here is part 6 i had to cut it a bit short so i could get to the good bits in part 7 that i am currently writing and i also started another multy part story that i think y'all will like!

[ Pairing ] - Harry Styles x Reader!, Dylan O'Brien x Reader!

[ Genre ] - angst

[ Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 ]

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Harry drove home from seeing you with a million thoughts swimming in his head. Why did he say he loved you? That was fucking stupid. I mean, it is true. He did love you but obviously it was the wrong time. Had he really taken so long to realize your intentions were greater than you let on? He really should have thought about that more. These sequences of events were a product of not needing to think when he was with you. Not seeing you for months then having an awkward encounter with you and then weeks later he pulls up to see you in a parking garage and says he loves you. I mean what the fuck. Who does that? Harry apparently does that now. Gone are his days of confident mystery. Perhaps he should learn to think when he’s near you. To be independent of you. Despite this, he’s regretting the timing of his impulses and now you know he loves you and you still will go home to another man. How was he supposed to process this and now having to see you at the festival? Rehearsal after rehearsal and then a whole weekend of you. Perfect you.

The thoughts consumed his mind the whole drive back to his LA home. The car pulled into his driveway, and he shut the door as he fished for the key to his house in his bag. The welcoming smells of laundry and cleaning products filled his nose with a scrunch. He needed to sort himself out. He used to come home to his NY apartment and smell you. Your vanilla and cinnamon scented perfume. Like cookies fresh out of the oven. Warm and truly inviting the opposite of the chemicals and detergent stinging his nose currently.

The days before the start of rehearsal seemed to drag on. Meeting after meeting and workout sessions in between for both harry and yourself. In total it had been about a week since you asked him to meet you at the garage. Dylan still didn’t know, and you still couldn’t get Harry’s declaration off your mind.

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“And then he stood there with that fucking smirk of his and was like ‘I Lov youu’ I mean who says that after you just told them why you needed space in the first place.” You punctuated your sentence with a hard smack to a punching bag. You never would have caught yourself in the gym before all this Coachella nonsense. Yes, you were grateful blah blah blah, but this was some serious stuff. Asara joined you on occasion and this was one of those times. Blass your personal trainer he’s heard a ton of drama fall from your lips. Asara grinned and held back a laugh at your impression of the man. The two of you hit the bags in tandem as the conversation continued.

“I think he just misses you. You were on and off for so long you know.” Asara spoke between the sounds of fist hitting bags. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, he missed me while he was fucking another woman high off coke.” You punched the bag and Asara chuckled.

“Y/n he tried to tie you down several times, and I remember you always ran away every time he tried. Now, that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t have used his words, but the man did try. And don’t act like you don’t partake.” Asara stood off to the side as she finished her set.

“That’s not what I mean. He just gets carried away and I don’t mind taking care of him after he’s faded but it’s not healthy to do it that much. And as for trying to tie me down… I was completely loyal to him, and he knew that. I want to be shown off and he wants to be secretive and private.” You paused for a second to remove your boxing gloves. “We never saw eye to eye, but I love him too.”

“Right and now that you can both agree on something what are you going to do about Dylan?” Asara made a good point, and you weren’t sure how to break the news.

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“Do you think I’m ready for this?” You looked up at Dylan with fear in your eyes. It was starkly different than any look he has seen on your face before. He always knew what to say but this time he just sort of looked at you. You looked to him for something. Anything would have been fine just anything to let you know that he could level with you in this moment. You were searching, reaching for anything in the deep recesses of his eyes and you couldn’t find anything.

His lips turned into a smile, and he pulled you in close. For Dylan in this moment, he was so proud of you that words weren’t enough. You allowed yourself to be pulled to the hug, but your arms stayed at your side. It was eerily frustrating for you. Being spoon fed the idea that he wanted to give you what you deserved, and you deserved more you needed more. You needed what Harry could give you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him speaking with his production team and you glanced between the two men. When your eyes settled back on Dylan, you knew you needed him to leave. The two of you stood backstage at a mock rehearsal for the night you were to perform on stage at Coachella. Voices and the sounds of metal scraping against each other while the sun beat down on the field. Dylan decided to join you for moral support, but you felt so separated from him. It was like he did understand what you needed in that moment to help you feel better. You stared at the wall and your mind went blank. This had to stop.

Harry stood off to the side with his team. Each of them primping him and measuring fabric for the show. He did a good job at staying impartial when Dylan was around. For the few times they ended up in the same room or when he saw a photo of him on his Instagram feed because you posted him, or he just happened to be in the photo. You didn’t fully warm up to him just yet and Harry knew you didn’t forgive him yet. In his mind he decided he needed to be on his best behavior to win you back and gain your trust. Harry couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t snooping, he definitely was. And he could tell Dylan was doing a shit job at comforting you. The guy looked nervous enough for both of you.

“Um I gotta go Dylan.” You spoke softly and pulled away from him after he placed a kiss to the top of your head. You looked disappointed if harry could even say that. Dylan seemed to take the hint and disappeared off to sit with your friends. The dress rehearsal was dragging on for everyone so harry could imaging you felt stuck right now. Nervous and unsure who to talk to. Having a solution come to mind he made his way over to you. At first you didn’t notice. You were marking beats and paces in your head like he does, and it made him smile to think about you valuing his creative process.

Harry decided you needed space and he leaned onto his team as they finished the preparations. He would be back in two nights to perform, and you would be joining him on stage. His nerves caught up to him and he was glad you were off with your people so he couldn’t make a fool of himself again. You looked good though even in your comfortable clothes to practice. Your hips hit every marked beat and he almost got lost watching you.

The next day of rehearsal went by fast, and you were up late again practicing for the show. Beat after beat and step after step, you went over it in your head until it was time to gather backstage. You arrived at the venue the next day in a pink dress. A car service picked you up and your team met up with you. Flashes of light and screams cold been seen a mile away from the stage. Harry was prepped and ready to descend upon the crowd. You stood off to the side and took deep breaths. Harry saw you from the corner of his eye and looked over. You looked so scared. So different from how he was used to seeing you. You looked so vulnerable.

“You’re going to be great darling.” His voice carried a low register that caught your attention through your in-ears. He had walked over to comfort you. The glitter on his outfit fell to the ground like snowflakes and you stared at the glistening specks. For some reason, the closer he got to you the slower your heart began to beat.

“Give me your hands.” His voice was firm but soft as to not call attention to you. You listen despite all that has happened and how much you wanted to walk away and be alone. Your hands fit into his so perfectly. Harry held onto you gently and rubbed his thumbs onto your palms. Your breathing was shallow, but you stayed in that spot not daring move your sight from the floor.

“Look at me darling.” That pet name would haunt you if this ended up anymore tragically. Harry caught your eye, and you stared right back at him. His eyes didn’t give anything away that he didn’t want them to, and you just stood there looking into his eyes for a few minutes. You wanted to cry. Dylan could have never comforted you like this. All these months and weeks replayed over and over in your mind as you held hands with Harry.

“Just look for me if you feel nervous out there, okay? Focus on me.” Harry let go of your hands and walked up the stairs. You closed your eyes, and you could hear the excitement in the crowd build. The screams got louder and louder as the music began to play and he walked out. Secretly your heart was doing flips. Warmth flushed your face, and you gave Harry a small smile. He brushed his thumb against your face and turned to walk on stage. You stood back and looked at the crowd as he started to perform. The opening notes of adore you began to play, and the audience went crazy.

Three songs and then you heard your cue. Walking closer and closer to the stage you heard your song begin to play through the speakers and the beat matched up with your heart.

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Harryfan54 stop they are for sure meant to be together.

Y/nnnfan22 y’all acting like she isn’t in a relationship rn

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You put your phone down after looking back at the post. A notification flashed at the top that Dylan had posted and for some reason you wanted to keep him out of your mind. Now Harry isn’t stupid, and he especially isn’t stupid when he’s sober. He saw how fast you ignored the notification. He didn’t quite see who it was from when you put your phone down so fast, but he guessed it was from Dylan. He would be lying if he said it didn’t amuse him but the idea that you still gave an ounce of energy to that man made him feel detached from reality. The room was cold like he asked for it to be, but his neck felt hot. The veins in his arms bulged for a second and then before he could succumb to the jealousy you started speaking.

“Thank you.” You sounded so meek and shy. Fixing yourself like a teenager on a first date. Is this what he’s done to you? His darling used to be a spitfire. Real sassy and sickeningly sweet with her attitude. “Thank you.” If this were almost a year ago, he would have you pinned to a wall already. Fuck your “thank you” He needed that feeling back in full force. This simmering tension was frustrating. Was he just supposed to stay away from you? He knew you wanted him back. You didn’t have to say it, that’s what this whole game was about. Harry has studied you and the way you act the only thing that made this different the other times you’ve played cat and mouse with him is that you found a new toy to fuck around with. “You look fucking amazing.” Harry sighed and shifted on the sofa the pair of you were sitting on. He wasn’t lying the skirt you were wearing was low cut and your waist was twisted and curved like when he used to hit it from behind. He should probably stop but who wouldn’t think about you like that?

You noticed that Harry was staring. Staring in your eyes studying you. Staring at your clothes or lacking thereof. Staring at your lips imagining God knows what and you stared right back. It was almost like how you see in the movies. You moved in slow motion as you scooted closer to him on the seat. Your legs crossed and your hands were cradling your phone. Harry sat opposite of you with his legs spread comfortably. His arms were lying over the back of the sofa. The two of you were sure there were more glamorous couches to be lounging on, but the accommodation wasn’t of concern when your lips met for the first time in months. Something about the kiss was electric. Your phone fell to the floor as harry pulled you closer. The position was awkward with your arm trapped between his body and yours. Your legs remained crossed until Harry’s hand gripped the skin of your exposed thigh. His firm palms and fingertips massaged the muscles you had been using to dance all night. Neither of you broke for air until your phone began to ring from the floor.

Harry leaned forward and picked up the device first. His mood dampened as he saw the name flash across the screen. In a split second it crossed Harry’s mind to decline the call on your behalf. All it would take is one swipe of a finger, one press of a button. He would have his lips back on yours in a second. You sat across from him looking expectantly with wide innocent eyes. Such a loud juxtaposition from the smudged lipstick smeared across your plush mouth. And all the nasty things he knew you could do and say with it. You were so beautiful and the second you answered the call you wouldn’t be his anymore.

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strawbsstarz · 2 months

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Pt. II Rewrite the Stars: Draco Malfoy x reader

im sorry it seems rushed i just wanted to give you guys a happy ending T_T i had lots to do, i am not doing a series type again its too advanced for me- too much pressure to keep up (maybe in the far future) its also so long mb

Warning: Angst

Pt 1 HERE

The night you impulsively decided to leave him alone in that tower was the worst night of your life. You had tiptoed into your dorm, trying not to wake your roommates up, slipping into the blankets. You desperately tried to make yourself comfortable, but the nagging sound of your heart beating in your chest was ringing in your ears, and your head was banging from the running thoughts of what had just occurred. You tried to hold in the emotions you felt- that you've been feeling, but it was impossible. The silent night and the sound of your roommates soft breathing, you couldn't stop the flow of the questions that had begun to compile itself in your brain, does this mean it's over? And with that realization you silently wept into your pillow covering your sobs.

The next couple of days seemed to blend in together, you had missed your classes using the excuse of not feeling well. It was believable-with how much you cried: your face was pale, you had a red runny nose, no one questioned a thing. You knew you couldn't avoid him forever though. When you finally allowed yourself to process the events that had happened, you felt strong enough to see him. You felt confident in avoiding him without having a breakdown.

Days had passed, and eventually it turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. There was no sign of Draco. Where could he have gone? Your heart yearned for him, even if whatever you two had was now unofficially over because of your stupidity of wanting more- you still searched for him in every room. You wondered why he's been gone for months, could it be because of- no, you shook your head it can't be because of that, right? Every time you wonder his whereabouts and why he's been absent, your assumption almost always wanders off into what Harry had told you a couple of months ago. There's no way Draco would agree to that..

You were walking to potions when a voice had called out to you,

"Y/N!"

Recognizing the voice you turn your head to the proclaimed chosen one, offering a wave and a smile.

"I've been looking for you, do you remember what I told you a couple months ago?" He asked as he catches up to you.

"About your crush on Ginny?" You teased.

He blushes and his hand rubs the back of his neck looking down, "N-No!" He looks around, and with a hushed voice, he comes closer, "About Malfoy.."

You freeze, standing in place for a second before beginning to walk again to class hoping that he didn't notice, "U-uh yeah? What about it?"

Truthfully, no matter how much you tell yourself to not meddle anymore in Draco's business, you can't help feeling worried, so if this is the only way you would get to know about where he was, then fine, so be it. Even if the idea of it all made your heart ache even more.

"I overheard him talking to Snape about something a couple of days ago-"

"Wait- wait he's back?" You questioned.

"I think they're planning something Y/N-" He sighs, "I'm just warning you to be careful okay?"

You nodded cautiously and as you two had begun walking into class, you made your way to your assigned seat near the front. You wondered if Harry is overthinking his claims, but if he overheard something suspicious, does this mean that all his assumptions about Draco were true?

You began to space off, until a familiar scent of expensive cologne and mint had caught your attention and you held in your breath. Shit. You completely forgot he sat next to you during potions. With how long you haven't seen him, you didn't expect him to sit next to you especially after that night.

It had been months, months since you last smelled his cologne, him. You didn't dare meet his eyes, and he didn't dare meet yours. You lowered your head to look at the quill and paper in front of you. He sighs as he stares at the front of the class waiting to start.

"Can't believe you've already moved on to Potter," he muttered under his breath. You couldn't even register what he had said, because your mind was solely focused on how much you missed his voice.

"How have you been?" You asked, still looking down as you began twiddling with your fingers. Even though you refuse to look at him, his eyes are fixed on you, from the second he walked into this room, from the hallway when you walked with Potter, it was on you.

Before he could answer, class had begun. The entire time you tried your best to avoid his gaze, to avoid meeting his eyes. You didn't know what would happen if you saw his eyes, saw his face. You were too scared to face him. However, it was the complete opposite for him. He kept stealing glances in your direction, as if making sure that it was you right next to him. He couldn't believe it.

Unbeknownst to you, these past couple of months were horrid for him. He had missed school because the Dark Lord had requested for him to attend the death eaters meetings and considering how his family almost always hosted them, he had no choice but to go. He felt restless every night, especially since his childhood home was now being used as a hotel for the most dangerous wizards known. He couldn't stop worrying and thinking about you, wondering how you were. Every night he laid in his bed with images of you in his head- memories you two had spent together. He felt himself constantly playing with his family ring every time he felt restless, and his thoughts would always wander to how the spaces between his fingers felt empty without yours intertwined in them.

And now that you were next to him, he couldn't take his eyes off of you. You were merely inches away from him, and even though he craved to feel you against him once again after all this time, he bites the inside of his tongue, to snap himself out of it. He recalls the promise he made to himself that night, and that is to keep you alive.

He managed to hold himself back, practically running out of the classroom after dismissal. You watched his fleeting figure go, disappointed that you didn't get the chance to talk to him more. Sighing in defeat, you made your way back to your next class.

You had successfully managed to distract yourself that day, and the days after. You didn't know what you wanted, you had decided to break it off with him and he never chased after you. Yes, you were heartbroken, but you still hoped for him to come back to you, you thought that maybe, just maybe, he would be willing to try things to make it work.

You sighed as you leaned forward on the railing at the Astronomy Tower. Even after months had passed, you still found yourself up here, even when Draco was nowhere to be found, you were still here, waiting. You sighed once again, nostalgically remembering him again. You stared at the stars and recalled how you would trace his face with your fingers under the moonlight. You remembered him closing his eyes, humming a tune that you doubt was even a song, but it was beautiful, nonetheless.

Footsteps echoed from the door. You backed away into a shadow, afraid of getting caught. After a couple of seconds, a figure appeared in the entrance, the familiar blonde coming into view. This was the first time in months since you've seen his face. Despite talking to him earlier, you couldn't bring yourself to look at him, so you never noticed how much weight he lost, and how he looks paler than usual but even despite all of that, he looked just as handsome as you remembered.

"Draco?" You stepped out of the shadows walking towards him. When he saw you, his eyes widened in surprise,

"Y/N.." He hesitates, "I didn't think you'd be up here.."

You shrug and walked towards him, "Force of habit, really."

He looks at you for a moment, before putting his hands in his pockets, giving a slight nod. He backs away slowly, "I'll leave you to it then."

"Wait," you reach and grab his arm as he began walking away, "stay.."

He pauses in his tracks. Your hand clung tightly to his clothes, and you finally asked, "Where have you been..?"

He turns himself around to face you, his movement delayed. You lowered your head,

"I've missed you.." you exhaled, closing your eyes to take in a deep breath. You lift your gaze to meet his. A rush of emotions coming back to you, one that you've missed. The way he looked at you with such warmth and with such love, it remained the same, even after all this time. He wants to tell you that he missed you too, but there's a voice in his head screaming at him to leave, before someone finds out that he's with you. He stops breathing for a second, trying to contain himself but he can't.

He grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you in desperately. He's missed you so much and all this time apart had him shaking slightly. He was scared and so happy to finally see you. All the pent up frustration, emotions he's piled up these past couple of months, he almost collapsed right then and there. Your arms snake their way to his waist, embracing him tightly, afraid he might go away again.

None of you say a word for a couple of minutes, until Draco's left arm burns and he hisses pushing you away. He holds it to try to soothe the pain, worried you stepped towards him,

"Dra-Draco? What's wrong?" You asked as you see a red glow underneath his robe. You grab his arm and reveal the bare skin. He doesn't have time to push you away as the pain continues, but it begins to subside once he feels your touch, and when he's back to his senses it is already too late.

You gasp, you've always denied it, but deep down you knew and seeing it with your own two eyes felt more real. You couldn't run away any longer from this truth that you tried so hard to convince yourself from. Your eyes began to water and before you knew it, you began to cry.

"Are you afraid?" He murmurs, "I didn't want you to know..."

"Since when?" Your fingers shaking as you slightly grazed over the mark.

"A while ago..." He bites his lip, trying to hold himself back from breaking apart. He's terrified, now that you know. His head is telling him to run- to leave this tower immediately but like that night his feet are planted in place. He tries to think of an idea- he shuts his eyes as he clenches his fist, nails digging into the skin, "Now you can understand why we can't be together, Y/N."

He hates talking to you this way, but he can't bring himself to leave this place- you. To him, the best next thing to do is to get you to leave, just like that night. He mentally scolds himself for letting his emotions get the best of him- acting so recklessly as he did earlier.

You couldn't stop the tears that spilled. Yes, you were scared but not of him, for him.

Draco keeps his head low, overthinking the situation- what's to happen. He tries to navigate through the list of horrible things that could happen to you because of his mistake.

"I'm so sorry I was selfish and asked you for more when- when you-" You choked on your tears and your sentences become incoherent, "I didn't know...Why didn't you tell me? I-"

Shocked, he looks up, his heart breaking at the sight of you, why were you sorry? Why were you apologizing? He should be the one to apologize, not you.

His hand reaches out to wipe your tears away, "I didn't want you to know," he repeated, "I didn't want to risk putting you in danger.."

You shake your head, "What about you?"

"I've been recognized as one of them, Y/N" His tone was soft, but there was so much sorrow to it, "It's only dangerous if I let my guard down."

"You'll only be safe for now, it's not guaranteed, Draco."

There's a moment of silence, to process everything.

"Has he done anything to you?"

Draco caresses his fingertips on your cheek, "No, I'm okay." Another pause, he looks at you and lightly traces your face with delicacy, "I'm sorry, Y/N."

"It's okay-"

"No, let me finish, love." He presses his forehead against you, eyes closed as your skin touch. He still holds your face, trying to feel your presence as much as he could, trying to savor every second that passes. You close your eyes, trying to focus you're entire mind and body to just him. Though it was such a simple act of touch, it felt so intimate.

"I love you." He whispers, "I love you so much, Y/N."

"And I love you, Draco Malfoy." You cry again, not because of sadness, but because of how much comfort those words gave you. How those three words lifted such a burden in your chest that you felt so light in his arms again.

And just as it was comforting to you, it was to him. However, he knew that he still does not want to risk losing you and getting caught up in the middle of this soon to be war.

"We can't be together...No matter how much I love you, and you love me, I don't want to risk your life, Y/N."

"I know, I understand-" He squeezes your cheeks,

"Let me finish, love." And you fall silent, waiting. "I want to be selfish and ask if- you can.." He doesn't ask, but he didn't need to because you already knew.

"I can wait." You smile, "I can wait Draco, but...what's gonna happen to us when we see each other out there...on the other side of war?"

Draco sighs, "I don't know, but whatever happens, I'm not gonna let you get hurt by them.."

You shudder at the thought of all the possibilities that could happen in battle, but it quickly fades away as you remember that he was in your arms right now, and that's all that matters.

You don't know what's gonna happen, neither of you do, but whatever happens you'll wait for him. Like you always have, you'll wait until both of you can be together, when the circumstances are right. You'll wait with a different perspective in mind- because now you know that he loves you just as much as you love him. You'll wait for him with a worried heart, longing everyday for his touch. You can wait for him because you know that on the other side of it all, he's there, waiting for you.

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fallingforfictionalcharacterss · 1 year

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Can you do a Draco fanfic , where the reader is a part of the golden trio (or quartet) I mean like she/he/they are best friends with them and hang out with them . So obviously Draco hates/ makes fun of her/them . So once Draco said something about her mother (dead mother) which caused her to have a panic attack. And Draco tries to calm her down . That's when he notices her self harm marks . He stops messing around with them( the golden trio/quartet). And soon enough they ( Draco and reader) fall in love and make it a fluffy ending please. I would be so happy if you write one like this . I'm going through some self harming process . I just kinda need comfort from my comfort character. Btw I like your ffs so much 💚

Because that´s what you do when you love someone

Warnings: mentions of death, self-harm and panic attacks

A/N: I know that these topics are really sensitive, so please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with any of these or if you think it might trigger any kind of intrusive thoughts or impulses. If you are struggling with any of these themes please consider seeking help from others (if you don´t already do), maybe a person of trust, a psychologist or some other kind of assistance. Live can be really rough sometimes and there is nothing wrong with asking for help. There are people out there who love you and care about you and if you are doubting this consider this text as a sign that I do care about you.

Also, I´m aware of the fact that fics like this might romanticize different forms of struggles that might appear due to serious health problems. So, if you are reading this fic, please remember that it unfortunately takes much time and effort to work on those things and really isn´t something fun or desirable.

So, with that being said, I hope you all enjoy this fic!

You couldn’t help but grin as you watched Ron smiling at Hermione sweetly, trying to lull her in. And it worked. Hermione rolled her eyes, but nevertheless, she grabbed Ron´s half-finished homework and started to proofread it. Even though she tried to hide it, you could see the small grin on her face, as well as the rosy flush on her cheeks as Ron told her -like he had done so many times before- that Hermione was his lifesaver, and he would never say a single bad thing about her ever again.

Harry, who was sitting right beside you, watched the scene as well with an amused look on his face. You exchanged a meaningful glance with your friend. Since Ron had broken up with Lavender, Hermione and he were even closer than before and you highly suspected that it wouldn’t take the two of them too long to finally admit their feelings for one another, not only to you or Harry but to each other. There was nothing more you could wish for for your friends than them finally putting wood behind the arrow.

But the peaceful scene was interrupted abruptly by an unwelcomed observer. And he did not only observe but also intervened.

“That´s really pathetic, even for you, you know that Weaselbee?”, the haughty voice of Draco Malfoy sneered through the Great Hall. “I mean, I always knew you´re not the brightest star in the sky, but letting your homework be done by a mudblood? That´s even beneath your dignity. And that really says something.”

“Shouldn’t it be beneath your dignity to talk to people like us then?”, you asked, raising an eyebrow.

You weren’t in the mood for Malfoy´s snarky remarks and also weren’t willing for him to destroy the comfortable atmosphere at your table. But it was by now already too late.

Malfoy looked at you, for a moment you thought you had seen some amusement in his grey eyes, but then his face hardened again.

“C´mon (Y/n). Even Malfoy knows that in the end, he´s nothing better than us. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it.”

“At least I´m not as stupid as Weaselbee and in need to get help from a filthy mudblood. You really are a perfect couple aren’t you?”

You could see Ron´s face redden at Malfoy´s words and feel Harry tensing next to you. But unlike the boys, Hermione wasn’t that easy to provoke.

She laid her hand on Ron´s calmingly before she turned around to Malfoy.

“At least Ron cares about his schoolwork. Unlike you from what I´ve heard.”

You saw Malfoy´s cheeks slightly redden. Hermione was right, the grades of the Slytherin boy had actually dropped drastically in the last few months, even if you couldn’t explain to yourself why. Harry had his own theories about it, but you highly doubted that any of them were right.

However, Hermione seemed to have touched a sore spot, because Malfoy hesitated for a second before he huffed: “As if a mudblood could value that.”

Then he turned on his heels and strutted away in the other direction.

“That was brilliant Hermione!”, you grinned.

Your friend smiled humbly.

“It was just Malfoy.”, she responded.

“Still bloody amazing.”, Ron assented you.

And as you noticed how he squeezed her hand tightly, your smile only grew wider, trying to ignore the stinging in your stomach, telling you that, no matter how happy you were for your friends, you were longing for that kind of closeness as well.

The smile on your face faded the second the door of the bathroom closed behind you. You had no idea how you had even made it till here without showing any signs of how you were actually feeling. The last days had been stressful, but you had told yourself to suck it up.

Until you couldn’t anymore. It had been just a small remark, nothing serious, that had made your world start to crumble within seconds again. And from that moment, all your thoughts had been about this. About finally being alone again. Having no one near you, who would be able to watch you. Or judge you.

Your breath was flat, but you tried to force yourself to inhale and exhale deeply and slowly, as your fingers were fumbling with the zipper of the small bag. When you had finally managed to open it, your hands quickly closed around the small object, that your thoughts had been racing around in the last hour. It felt heavy in your hands, heavier than it actually was. As if the weight of the guilt you felt was lying within your hand as well. You knew it was wrong, you knew you would regret this the moment your mind would clear off again. But now, through the blurry haze in front of your eyes, this was the only thing you felt you were able to do to stop the stumbling of your heart and the dizziness that filled your mind.

The metal felt cool against your skin. As you increased the pressure, your breath slowed down immediately, your thoughts stopped running, making place for a strange fascination and calmness that always crept into your mind, the moment you felt a slight stinging rushing through your body. It wasn’t enough yet, not nearly, but just the feeling of the blade against your skin was a beginning. Now, all that was missing was the fluent movement of your hand clenched around the object and you would….

A knock on the door made you flinch.

“(Y/n)? Are you in there?” It was Hermione´s voice.

“Yeah. I am.” Your voice sounded strange, not as if it was a part of you.

“Are you okay?”

Obviously she noticed.

“I´m okay. Just give me a second.”

Your grip tightened. Yes. You would be okay. Just a few more seconds and everything would be just fine again.

Even though you knew it wouldn’t last.

“Shit, shit, shit!”, you mumbled through gritted teeth.

You had forgotten your homework for Professor McGonagall in your dorm and had to go back and get them. But even though you had your homework now, you still wouldn’t be able to escape the wrath of the lovely but very strict head of your house, because you were supposed to sit in her classroom for at least five minutes by now. But due to your detour, you weren’t, but instead still rushing through the sheer endless corridors of the castle.

You could feel the grip of your sweaty hands tightening around the parchment. Why in the name of Godric everything had to go wrong these days?

It had to indeed. Because just as you sprinted around a corner, you bumped into someone. The books and parchments you held in your hand fell to the ground.

“Sorry I…”

You stopped your apology immediately, as you realized who you had bumped into.

“For Merlin´s sake, is there anything you aren’t able to ruin (Y/l/n)?”, he hissed as he stared down at you with cold eyes.

“Could ask you the same.”, you mumbled.

You didn’t dare to look away, didn’t dare to show any sign of weakness to the boy in front of you.

“Do you even know how annoying you are to anyone else around you?”, Malfoy said.

“I can only repeat. I could ask you the same.” You smiled at him sweetly, even though it didn’t reach your eyes. But it didn’t matter. Both of you knew that it wasn’t intended to be a genuine one.

“Salazar, no wonder your mother dropped dead. I wouldn’t be able to stand your presence every day as well.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“I beg pardon?”, you asked, staring at the boy in disbelief.

There was no way he had just said what you thought he did. Even Malfoy wouldn’t dare to not only mention this topic but also have the audacity to blame you for what had happened.

But the Slytherin just raised an eyebrow and looked at you unimpressed. You could see the corner of his mouth twitching as he said: “I think you heard me very well (Y/l/n). Or do you really want me to repeat it?”

Malfoy was still returning your gaze, not blinking once.

His words were echoing in your head, forming new sentences all over again. But they all said the same. It was your fault. Your fault and yours only.

You felt a familiar tingling in your fingertips, wandering through your hands and arms, spreading down to your legs, until the numbness had overtaken your entire body. It felt like your world was slightly tilting sidewards. The only thing keeping you on your legs, making you not try to hold on to something was the fact that you knew that it was all in your head. That didn’t mean that your legs wouldn’t give in any second, but you had to resist the feeling. At least until you were somewhere safe. And right now that meant any place where Malfoy wasn’t.

You tried to breathe in deeply and locked your eyes with Malfoy´s. Your vision was blurry, but somehow you still managed to keep up the eye contact for a few seconds.

“Fuck you.”, you whispered.

Then you turned around and walked away, swaying slightly.

And when the blond boy saw how your hands clenched around the hem of your blouse and that your belongings were still splattered all over the floor, without you even noticing it, he realized that this time, he might had gone too far.

The cool air calmed down your nerves a bit, but by far not enough. You had huddled yourself together in a corner of the courtyard, that was, thanks to the cold weather and the fact that everyone was by now supposed to be at class, deserted.

You barely remembered how you had even gotten here. You were just thankful you had done so before your legs had given in.

Now you were sitting on a bench with your legs pulled to your chest and your arms wrapped around them, biting your lip hard until you could taste the blood. You were still shaking vigorously and the tingling in your limbs still hadn’t passed. By now, you just felt exhausted and weak, but your mind just didn’t listen to you, forcing your body to continue pressing its limits. The scream that was dying to escape your throat was muffled by you pressing your mouth against your forearm. Your eyes were squeezed shut.

“(Y/n)?”

Your body tensed even more. Not him. Not now.

You tried to straighten up, but you were already in too deep. You couldn’t act as if everything was just fine by now, even if Draco Malfoy was standing right in front of you.

“Are you alright?”

Stupid question. Did you look like you were alright?

“I… shit, if I´ve gone too far…”

If he had gone too far? He had for sure.

“I mean… fuck, I´m sorry.”

You just nodded, not daring to look up at him. All you wanted was Malfoy to disappear as fast as possible, but for some reason, the boy didn’t make any effort to leave.

“Can I… Can I do anything for you?”

Somewhere, deep down in your mind, you were surprised about his offer, but your mind was still too dizzy to actually care about.

“Just leave.”, you choked out, hating your voice for sounding so vulnerable.

“I don’t… You really don’t look good. Maybe we should get you to Madame Pomfrey.”

You just gave Malfoy a short shake of your head.

The boy sighed and looked down at you helplessly. He had no idea what was going on with you and how he could help you. All he knew was that it was his fault. And that he had to make up for it now.

Malfoy stepped closer to you. But only when he sat down next to you and tried to lay his hand on your shoulder, you reacted, but not in the way he had hoped for.

As you felt his touch, you quickly shied away from it, your gaze flickering up at the boy before fixing on the ground. It wasn’t even the fact that it was Malfoy who was trying to calm you down, it was the fact that someone tried at all. At this point, you just couldn’t stand any kind of closeness, neither emotional nor physical. And the fact that he was trying to comfort you like that, made you realize that he was involved in the situation in both ways.

Malfoy started another attempt and patted your back awkwardly, but when you shied away again and he could see tears filling your eyes as you glanced up at him, he gave up. The blond boy shifted a bit closer to you, not close enough to actually touch you, but you could still feel his presence next to you. And that was enough to make the tears start to fall.

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting there, Malfoy by your side. Neither of you said a word. But slowly, the tears stopped falling again and the tremoring of your hands eased, as well as the tension that had riled up your body.

As your mind slowly started to clear off, you immediately regretted the fact that you had shown yourself so vulnerable in front of the one guy who was most likely to use it against you. But this was a topic for another day. By now, all you wanted to do was get to your dorm and crawl into your bed, falling into the sweet nothing of sleep. You would get to Professor McGonagall later that day to apologize for missing the lesson. You would probably tell her that on your way to class, you suddenly felt unwell, or that you had some headache. Neither of those things was a lie though because your head was pounding and your throat was dry, while your mind was still feeling dizzy.

When you got up carefully, testing if your shaky legs would be able to carry your weight, Malfoy´s gaze shot up and as he saw how wonkily your walk was, he quickly got up as well, ready to help you out if you would lose your balance.

“Easy (Y/n)!”, he said, eying you concerned from the side.

“I´m fine.”, you responded.

But even if Malfoy wouldn’t have been here for the last half hour, witnessing your breakdown that made it clear that you were anything but fine, he would have noticed that it was a lie, since your voice sounded raspy and even though you avoided his gaze, he could still see that your eyes were red and puffy.

“C´mon (Y/n), we both know you´re not.”

You just shrugged your shoulders in response, not having the strength to discuss it with Malfoy right now.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”, the boy asked again.

But you shook your head.

“I just want to get back to my dorm.”

“I´ll accompany you.”

But you only shook your head again.

“No need for that.”

And without waiting for an answer, you passed Malfoy and left the courtyard.

The Slytherin boy followed you with his gaze, confused by what had just happened. But the moment you turned around the next corner, he realized, why he had come after you in the first place.

“(Y/n), wait!”

You didn’t want to turn around, you really didn’t, but when Malfoy called you out a second time, you obeyed.

“What is it this time?”

You were proud that by now your voice almost sounded normal again, even though it was still a bit weaker than usual.

“Your stuff.”, Malfoy said, extending his arm with your bag and your homework in his hand. “You forgot them in the corridor when you… when I…” He fell silent again.

You let out a joyless laugh.

“When you blamed me for the death of my mum?”

“I… Merlin, I´m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to. That was wrong. Even I should have realized that.”

You sighed and tried to smile, but it looked rather wry.

“Don’t worry, you´re not the first person to do so.”

When Malfoy looked into your eyes, he realized that the pain about what had happened went much deeper than he had thought. And that this was about much more than a stupid comment from him, behaving like the idiot he was.

The Slytherin narrowed his eyes.

“What do you mean?”, he asked suspiciously.

“Nevermind.” You sighed again. “So, will you give me my things back now?”

Malfoy nodded and extended his hand once more.

“Thanks.”, you said, giving him a small smile as you received your belongings.

As you did so, the sleeve of your robe slightly rode upwards, allowing the view on your forearms.

It took Malfoy a second to realize what he had just witnessed. You on the other hand reacted immediately, quickly grabbing your things, before pulling your robe back in place.

“Well, thanks again.”, you said, before turning on your heel.

But before you were able to escape the situation, Malfoy called you out again.

“Hold on.”

You froze and cursed yourself. Just when you had thought it couldn’t get worse, it did once more.

“What´s that?”, Malfoy asked, as you slowly turned around to him again.

“What is what?”, you asked, acting the innocent. By now you were far to good in this game.

“Your arm.”

“What´s wrong with my arm?”

“Pull up the sleeve.”

“What? Why should I?”

“Pull it up.”

“Why should I even listen to you? This is just ridiculous. You can´t tell me what to… Stop that!”

Because while you were trying to defend yourself verbally, Malfoy had decided on-the-spot to grab you by the wrist and pull up the sleeve himself. You squirmed, trying to make the boy let go of you, but Malfoy´s grip was firm, as his eyes were fixed on your forearm.

“What is this?” His voice was just a whisper.

“That? Oh, that´s nothing. You know, Hermione´s cat, Crookshanks…”

“Don’t lie to me (Y/n).”, Malfoy cut you off in a sharp tone, making you flinch.

“Why do you even ask when you already think you know it better?”, you responded defiantly.

“Don’t distract.”

Silence.

“Did… Did you do this?”, he asked.

Finally, you managed to escape his grip and took a step back, quickly covering the scars that were covering your arm again.

“Why would you even care?”

“Because that´s… Merlin, (Y/n), that´s…”

“What? Sick? A cry for help? Annoying? Or just unwelcome for you, because it doesn’t fit into your view of the world?”, you completed his sentence bitterly.

“No that´s not… But… I don’t understand. Why?”, Malfoy stammered.

“Is there any reason I could give you that would make you not be disgusted by me?”

Silence.

“That´s what I thought.”, you breathed. You tried to make your voice sound cold and emotionless as you continued: “Thanks for bringing me my books.” Then you turned around, but after a few steps, you looked over your shoulder once more. “Oh, and if you tell anyone, I´ll kill you. I don’t care who or why. Just don’t. It would be best if you just forget it. For both of us.”

And when you walked away, Malfoy´s gaze followed you again. But this time, he didn’t chase after you. Because for the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to say. But he knew he had to figure it out. Because there was no way he would forget.

“(Y/n).”

You groaned and pulled the blanket over your head.

“(Y/n).”

You could feel someone carefully touching your shoulder -or at least where they suspected your shoulder was located under the blanket. You opened your eyes flattery and looked up at Hermione who was looking down at you apprehensively.

“How do you feel?”, your best friend asked.

“Head still hurts.”, you mumbled.

After the incident with Malfoy a few hours ago, you had directly gone to your dorm and fell into your bed, completely exhausted. You had drifted into an uneasy sleep until Hermione had woken you up for the first time to ask you where you had been in the lesson. You had told her that you felt dizzy and had a bad headache. Your friend had believed you immediately -probably also due to the fact that you looked absolutely horrible- and had brought you some painkillers from the hospital wing, as well as a big glass of water, which you gulped down quickly. Hermione had also told you that there was no need to worry because she had informed Madame Pomfrey about your condition, who had promised to talk to Professor McGonagall about your truancy and had passed to you the word that, if you wouldn’t feel better the next morning or if the pain would get worse, you should come to the hospital wing. After that, you had dozed off again, until Hermione had woken you up once more.

Now you were looking at your friend questioningly.

“What is it?”

Hermione looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“I don’t think it will help your headache in any way. Actually, I think it will do quite the opposite.”

“Just tell me Mione.”, you sighed.

“There´s someone who wants to see you.”, she said, pulling a face.

You frowned.

“Who?”

“Malfoy.”

Your eyes widened. You felt wide awake again immediately.

“Malfoy?”

“He says he wants to talk to you. Apparently, it´s urgent.” Hermione looked like she was very unhappy with this situation, to say the least. “I wouldn’t even bother you with this, but he had told me that he would wait for you outside the common room until you get out and talk to him. That was about two hours ago and… Well, he´s still there. And he refuses to leave.”

For a second you felt the panic rising up in you, afraid Malfoy might had mentioned what had happened earlier, but you highly doubted that Hermione would talk to you like that if he would have done so.

You sighed and nodded. Slowly, you got up, testing the water. You still felt a bit groggy, but much better than a few hours ago. The only feeling comparable to this was a light hangover, which you -luckily- hadn’t witnessed that often yet.

“I´ll go talk to him in a second.”, you informed Hermione.

She frowned.

“Are you sure? Do you want me to join you?”

But you shook your head. The last thing you could use right now was your friends gaining knowledge of your… secret. You loved them endlessly, but for exactly that reason, you didn’t want them to know. You knew how worried they would be and that they most likely even put some blame on themselves. You knew the longer you waited the worse it would get, but until now you had successfully managed to suppress that thought. And right now, you had a different problem anyway. Because one person knowing was already more than enough.

When you exited the common room, your gaze settled on Malfoy immediately. He had sat down on the floor right on the other side of the corridor, his back leaning against a wall, patiently waiting.

But as he heard to door open, he looked up immediately, and as he saw you, he got up quickly and walked up to you.

Now, that your mind had calmed down again, you felt the embarrassment getting even stronger as you looked into the grey eyes of the Slytherin boy. You hated yourself for the fact that you had been so vulnerable around him earlier. But right now there was nothing you could do about it. The only thing you were capable of, was trying to minimize the damage you had done earlier.

So you crossed your arms in front of your chest and eyed the boy.

“What do you want?”, you spoke up.

Malfoy looked at you in disbelief.

“Are you for real?”

“Do I look like I´m in the mood for jokes?”

“(Y/n), I was worried. You just disappeared. And that just after I saw that you…”

“Don’t!”, you hissed, quickly looking to both sides, making sure no one was in earshot.

Malfoy did the same before he turned around to you again.

“I just wanted to make sure you are alright.”, he said, now in a lower voice.

“Well, I am.”

The Slytherin raised an eyebrow.

“Are you?”

You nodded. But you could see he didn’t believe you.

“Well, for now.”, you finally admitted.

It probably wasn’t the truth, but it wasn’t a complete lie either.

This time, Malfoy seemed to believe you, because he slowly nodded. Still, he eyed you conspicuously anyway.

“After we… have you…?” He made a clumsy movement with his hand, but you knew what he was trying to say.

You shook your head.

“No.”

But you saw in his eyes that he didn’t believe you. You grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up for the split of a second, not long enough for Malfoy to get a closer look at the marks, but long enough to see that no fresh cuts had been added. After this, you quickly crossed your arms again, avoiding his gaze.

Malfoy didn’t say a word, but you could feel his eyes still lingering on you.

After a few moments of silence, you cleared your throat.

“And did you… Did you tell anyone?”, you asked in a low voice, scared of his answer.

But as you glanced up at the boy, he shook his head.

“I didn’t.”

“And will you?”

You returned his gaze carefully.

Malfoy hesitated for a moment.

“Under one condition.” You looked at him in disbelief. The boy had some nerves. Just when you had thought that he might have some kind of heart in his chest, he actually tried to take advantage of the situation. “Don’t do it again.”

His gaze was so intense that it made you feel as if it could set you on fire any second.

“What?”

“Don’t do it again.”, he repeated. “Don’t hurt yourself again. Promise me!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You don’t really think it´s that easy, do you?” But the look on his face told you that he didn’t understand.” Do you think I´m doing this because I want to? Because it´s fun? For your information, it isn’t.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“But what I understood.”, you hissed.

Malfoy stayed silent. This time it was he who broke the eye contact.

As you saw him, looking to the ground, you felt slightly bad for chiding him like that. Your gaze softened.

“But I promise I´ll try.”

Slowly, Malfoy looked up at you again. A small smile appeared on his face, even though his eyes looked distrustful.

“I guess that´s all I can ask for. At least for now.”

“It is.”, you said. You returned his smile shily, before tearing your gaze apart. “I think I´ll get back now. Hermione is already worried.”

Malfoy nodded.

“Okay, well then.”

“Yeah.”, you said, shifting from one leg to another.

But just as Malfoy stepped away, ready to leave you, you spoke up again.

“It helps, you know? Eases the pain. When I… When I feel like I can´t take it anymore and I... I do it and I can feel it stinging it reminds me that I´m still alive. Gets me out of the loop. Calms me down again.”

Malfoy looked at you with narrowed eyes. Then he slowly nodded.

“But you know that this isn’t a solution, don’t you?”

You smiled sadly.

“I know. But sometimes it´s the only thing that helps.”

He nodded again.

“But… just so you know… if there´s anything I can do for you, or of you need to… talk… I´m here for you.”

This time a real smile crept on your face.

“Thanks.”

Malfoy lingered around for a few more seconds awkwardly, before he cleared his throat.

“Well, then, see you around I guess.”

“Yeah.”

And after this day, everyone who had ever known Draco Malfoy, could have sworn that someone had replaced him. He was still an annoying and arrogant prick, but one of his most protruded features had taken a surprising turn.

Because ever since the day Draco had realized how much you were struggling, he had stopped messing around with you, and for that also with your friends. Even though he was still shooting deadly glances at Harry and pulled a face in disgust when Hermione was around, he by now was able to bite his lip and hold back his snarky remarks about his most hated Gryffindors.

And when you were around, his behaviour was even more confusing to the other students. He was not only not as mean to you anymore as he had been before. No, he was even quite nice and polite to you. Obviously, Draco still wanted to keep his face and never admitted it openly, but everyone saw the small smiles he threw you, which you -what surprised everyone just as much- returned shyly and how he sometimes, when he thought the two of you were unobserved, pulled you aside, asking you how you were feeling.

Your friends were sceptical about Draco´s new behaviour though, to say the least. And what concerned them the most was his newly discovered interest in you. While Harry was convinced that Draco was following some kind of masterplan, Ron and Hermione were simply concerned that the blond Slytherin just had fun messing around with you, that he was trying to lull you in, just to break you once he would have accomplished his mission.

You had to admit that you could understand the worries of your friends for sure. Even though you knew much more about why Draco was behaving the way he did, you had been just as sceptical about his motives in the beginning. But by now, a few weeks had passed, and Draco didn’t show any interest in falling back into his old patterns. Actually, he did quite the opposite. While in the beginning, he had just sometimes thrown you some glances, raising an eyebrow questioningly, by now, he was more and more often coming up to you, not only to check on you but also just talking to you about more innocuous topics. You enjoyed the time you were spending with Draco, more than you wanted to admit. You felt comfortable and safe when he was around and you didn’t have to try to hide anything from him. And by now you had realized that even if you would try to hide certain things, it wouldn’t work out. To Draco, you were like an open book. He knew when you had a good or a bad day, he noticed how you were biting your lip or bouncing your leg when you felt uneasy, he saw the way your one hand clenched around the vulnerable forearm whenever you felt the world around you fading once again. And what he could read every single time was the way you avoided his gaze, when you had -unlike him- fallen back into old patterns again. By now, you hated it even more when this happened to you because by now you knew that you not only would disappoint other people if they would know about the way you hurt yourself, but you were absolutely sure that Draco was disappointed in you when he realized what you did once more. And any time he did and then forced you to look at him, you could see the sadness in his eyes, even though he assured you that he didn’t blame you for what you had done. By now, Draco had practically begged you several times to ask for help if you couldn’t handle it anymore on your own, but you had brushed it off every single time. You knew he was right, but still, the embarrassment and guilt kept you from telling anyone about it. Except for Draco. And even that was already helping you much more than you would have ever thought. Not only that sometimes the thought of Draco could keep your mind from drifting off too much, but also how Draco himself sometimes noticed when you were feeling down once more. And when he did, he always came up with a new idea to help you and distract you. To your own surprise, it worked more often than you would have guessed. Sometimes, when your mind began to wander and you felt the familiar tingling in your fingertips, Draco noticed and got you out of whatever situation you were just in, accompanying you outside to get some fresh air. And when there was a situation that wasn’t that easy to escape, he tried to somehow get close to you, the back of his hand slightly brushing against yours or walking up behind you, until you could feel his chest against your back, preventing you from feeling like the world was turning upside down, literally.

Over time you held more and more trust in Draco, who was by now so much more than just someone to share your secret with. Because while on bad days he was able to calm you down like no one else, on the good days, he made you laugh like no one else as well. When you were with Draco you sometimes were able to forget about the dark thoughts clouding your mind and it was hard for you to even remember why you sometimes still felt those overwhelming waves of anxiety crushing over you. On those good days, you were just thankful for the time you could spend with Draco. He made you feel heard and -most importantly- he made you feel loved. And you loved him just as much. Maybe even more than you wanted to admit. Whenever you saw the smirk playing around his lips, heard silly teases leaving his mouth just as often as words of comfort, and looked into his grey eyes that always used to eye you so coldly and emotionlessness but were by now only looking at you with affection and admiration, you could feel a warmth flushing over you, you had never felt before. And sometimes you thought he might feel the same, when he smiled at you so sweetly or winked at you from the other side of the room. In those moments you swore, you couldn’t be happier.

But on some days, you still fell back into your old patterns and a familiar fog was clouding your mind once more. Sometimes Draco wasn’t around, or you were already in too deep, so you simply couldn’t fight the anxiety creeping up your body. And every time this happened, Draco watched you with a sad look on his face, secretly hating himself for failing this time and hating the world for causing such pain in you even more.

It was one of those days again. You simply weren’t able to shake off the tension that was tightening up your body and the nagging thoughts taking up more and more space in your brain. You had barely slept the night before and at breakfast, you just couldn’t get yourself to eat much. Hermione, Ron and Harry noticed it though, asking you concerned if you were okay, but by now you had just way too much experience in brushing their questions off. So you put on your mask, laughing with your friends and actually enjoying the conversation you had with them, still, you could feel your pulse quicken for some reason and your hands beginning to sweat.

And it went on like this for the rest of the day. And when you were in the afternoon hanging out with them near the lake, since it was a beautiful sunny day, the tension finally got too thick. You excused yourself and promised your friends you would probably be back in no time, before heading back to the castle. Your steps became quicker and quicker, the closer you got to your destination, sweat breaking out on your forehead.

But just as you had reached the -due to the beautiful weather completely empty- corridor leading to your common room, someone suddenly stepped in your way.

You flinched, but then you recognized him.

“Merlin, Draco, you scared me. What are you doing here?”

You tried to find your usually chatty tone, trying not to give away what you had just been up to. But over the last few weeks, Draco had become by far too good at reading you to believe you.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared down at you.

“I could ask you the same.”

“I just wanted to go to my dorm to…”

“To?”

“Get a book I forgot. I wanted to study with Hermione.”

Draco looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

“So, would you mind letting me pass?”, you asked, throwing the boy a -what you hoped looked carefree- smile.

But Draco didn’t show any intention to step out of the way and stared directly into your eyes.

“What book?”

“It´s for homework. Potions.”

“Which book exactly?”

“Godric, is this an interrogation?” You laughed nervously.

“Actually, it is, yeah.”, Draco responded.

“Draco, just give me five minutes to grab my book and…”

“Don’t lie to me (Y/n).”

“What? I don’t…” But as you saw the look on Draco´s face, you knew it was pointless to keep on playing pretend. You sighed. “Fine, I wasn’t going to get a book.”

“What then?”

You lowered your gaze, now looking at your shoes, crossing your arms in front of your chest as well.

“Why do you still ask if you already know?”, you responded in a low voice.

When Draco saw that you had put off your guard, his gaze softened.

“You felt bad all day, haven’t you? I´ve seen you.”

Normally, you would now crack a joke about Draco watching you so closely, but now, you just shrugged your shoulders.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, he asked gently.

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

Draco´s hand brushed over your cheek, causing you to flinch. But the Slytherin didn’t get confused by it and gently placed his thumb under your chin, forcing you to look up. At first, you tried to still avoid his gaze, but when it finally met yours, you saw nothing but affection and concern lying within them.

“You don’t bother me. You never could, you know that?”, he whispered.

You gave him a short nod.

“Is there anything I can do for you now?”

You knew he was hoping that you would tell him there was something. That he could take you on a walk, go to the Astronomy tower to catch some more fresh air, or maybe just sit beside you, letting you know he was there for you. But right now, you didn’t feel like any of these things would help you calm down again. You could still hear the echo of your heartbeat loudly in your ears and your field of vision still felt narrowed. And right now you didn’t feel like anything Draco could say or do could change anything about it. The only thing that could help you was up in your dorm. Hidden in between all your other bathroom stuff.

“Just let me go.”, you said, as you took a step back, making Draco´s hand fall off your face.

His eyes widened.

“What?”

“You know what I said, Draco. Just let me go. Please.” You looked at the boy pleadingly.

But Draco shook his head.

“You know I can´t.”

“You can. You have to.”

“What kind of friend would I be if I would leave you alone now? If I would let you go knowing you…” His voice broke.

“What kind of friend are you that you don’t want to help me?”, you returned.

The boy looked as if you had just punched him in the face. And as you realized what you had just said, you felt like that was just what you did.

“Draco, I´m sorry, I didn’t mean to… But I really need to… I just can´t…”

“If you´ll leave right now I´ll go and tell Madame Pomfrey.”, Draco cut you off roughly.

You froze.

“What?”

“If you´ll leave now, I´ll tell her.” Draco´s voice sounded calm but determined. He shook his head sadly. “Merlin, I should have told someone right away. I just can’t believe I have let you keep on doing this all the time.”

“Draco, you can´t…”

“I can. And I will.”

“You won´t.”

You shook your head in denial. Your thoughts were racing. The only person, you thought you could trust was now threatening to betray you. Deep down you knew, Draco didn’t mean to hurt you. Actually, it was the exact opposite. He wanted to help you, wanted to make you finally feel better again. But right now, that wasn’t how you saw the situation.

“I will (Y/n). I swear to Salazar, if you´ll walk through that door, I´ll give the alarm. I don’t care if you´ll be mad at me or hate me. If that´s what it takes, I´ll do it.”

You stared at Draco with widened eyes. The way he returned your gaze left no doubt that these weren’t just empty words.

“But you… I… I trusted you.”

Draco nodded.

“I know.”

The way he stayed so calm in this situation, angered you. He was going to make a decision that would change your entire life for you and not even ask you for permission.

“That´s extortion.”, you spit out.

“Call it what you want (Y/n). I´ll do it anyway.”

“Damn it Draco. Just leave it. That´s none of your business!”

Draco looked at you incredulously. And finally, his calm façade seemed to crumble.

“None of my business? You really want to tell me this is none of my business?” His voice was shaking as it got louder. “All of this is my fucking business (Y/n). I was there for you the entire time. I tried everything to make you feel better. Do you have any idea how that felt? Knowing that in the end nothing I ever did really helped? Well, let me tell you, it sucked. And do you know how it felt to be constantly worried about you? To be scared any time I saw you walking away because I didn’t know what would happen? What you would do to yourself once more? To anxiously wait for you every morning and every evening, every time I hadn’t seen you for a few hours, because I didn’t know what happened in the meantime? And to let you walk away on your bad days, knowing that I have failed once again. And that I knew that you would have to pay the price for it? Tell me, do you know how that feels?”

You looked at the boy with widened eyes. The pounding of your heart had become even faster. You could feel tears pricking in your eyes. You tried to swallow the lump of guilt building up in your throat, but it only became bigger and bigger. You knew what was the right reaction to this. You knew it would have been right to just give in and accept the help he was offering you. Because by now you had crossed a line you had never intended to. You had not only hurt yourself, but someone around you. Someone you deeply cared about and someone you loved with all your heart. But while you knew rationally what you had to do, your mind somehow still couldn’t accept it.

So you straightened your shoulders and returned Draco´s gaze, hoping the tears wouldn’t start to fall yet.

“I didn’t ask you to.”, you simply responded.

Draco stepped closer to you, towering you up. His chest was now almost touching yours, rising and falling heavily.

“No, you didn’t. But I do anyway. And I don’t care if you try to push me away. I don’t need your damn permission. I won´t leave. You hear me? I won´t leave you. Not before I know you´re okay. I know I can´t make a decision for you. That´s on you. You can either run off right now or you can stay. But I´ll be there whatever you decide to do. You don´t have to go through this alone.”

By now the tears actually started to fall, which made you even angrier.

“Why do you care? Why do you care what happens to me?”, you said, now raising your voice as well.

“Because that´s what you do when you love someone!”, he shouted back.

It was as if time slowed down. You looked at Draco in disbelief, who was panting, face reddened by anger. He looked down at you, returning your gaze.

“Because that´s what you do when you love someone.”, he repeated in a now much lower voice.

A few moments of silence passed as you stared up into his grey eyes which were by now filled with tears as well. You couldn’t recall having him ever seen that upset before.

“Draco, I…”, you spoke up, but Draco interrupted you.

“You… you don’t have to say anything right now (Y/n). I know it´s not what… But I need you to know that I just care way too much about you to let you just keep going. I mean, I can´t just stand here and continue watching you hurting yourself like that.”

The tears in your eyes were by now running free, and a small sob escaped your throat.

And when Draco opened his arms, you gave in for the very first time, letting him hold you close, while you buried your head in the crook of his neck, still sobbing softly.

You didn’t know how long you had been standing there like this, but slowly, your tears began to fade and your breath began to normalize again.

“I´m sorry.”, you finally whispered, still hiding in the comfort of his embrace,

You could feel Draco shaking his head,

“There´s nothing to be sorry about, love.”, he answered.

And when you finally dared to take a step back again, you could see Draco smiling down at you shyly. With a swish of his wand, he removed the damage the tears had done to your face. By now, only your slightly puffy eyes could make someone suspect something had been going on.

“You know what´s the most fucked up thing about this? I know you are right. I know that I… that this isn’t the way it´s supposed to be but I just... Godric I´m just so scared. And I feel so embarrassed and guilty and it´s just… I don’t know where to start. Or how to stop.”

Draco nodded. His hand caressed your cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind your face.

“But no matter what. I´m here for you (Y/n). I´ll always be.”

You smiled at the boy wryly.

“Thank you.”

Draco mirrored your smile and pulled you close again. He placed a small kiss on the crown of your head as you inhaled the calming scent of his cologne.

“Nothing to thank me for love.”

A few weeks later, you were sitting down at the lake once more. You looked at the water in front of you and how the small waves curled on the surface. The murmuring of the waves and the swooshing of the wind softly moving the trees behind you made you sleepy.

You laid back a bit, curling up against the warm body behind you, as you rest your head on his shoulder. Some strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer. You sighed comfortably.

“What are you thinking about, love?”, Draco asked.

“I was thinking about how lucky I am.”, you responded.

“You better be, you got the most handsome boy in the school as your boyfriend.”, he chuckled.

You grinned.

“I´m surprised you didn’t say the most handsome one in the world.”

“Would have been just as right. But I didn’t want to sound too smug.”

“Oh yeah, you are not only the most handsome but also the most humble person in this world.”, you teased.

“So you admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“That I´m the most handsome person in the world.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You might be.”

“Only if you don’t count yourself in.”

“You´re adorable.”

“Add this to your list of reasons why you love me.”

You sat up slightly, so you were able to look at your boyfriend. He was right. He was for sure the most handsome person in the world. You pecked his lips, making him smile against yours.

“You could look like a Blast-Ended Skrewt and I´d still love you.”

“Of course, you would. I´ve got a very engaging personality as well.”

“You do for sure.”, you laughed.

Draco mirrored your laugh before he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you in, pressing his lips on yours.

“Thank you.”, you mumbled in between two kisses.

Draco looked at you questioningly.

“For what?”

“For everything. For being with me and staying with me.”

Draco threw you a small smile before his lips slightly brushed yours again.

“You deserve all the love and all the happiness in the world (Y/n). And I´m just so happy that I can give it to you. And I´ll never stop trying to continue doing so.”

You mirrored his smile.

“You do for sure.”, you whispered against his lips, before getting lost in him once more.

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stupid and heartbroken. [Embry call x reader]

You and Leah Clearwater have something in common, heartbreak and a inclining to stupid decisions. Slowly you and Leah find the secrets of the Reservation that took your best friend, Embry, slowly unravel themselves to you. But not without a little blood, tears, and love.

word count: 1.7k. this will be multiple chapters. please enjoy <3

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE

Chapter one: stupid and impulsive decisions made by the heartbroken.

"I’m not angry at Emily." Leah had told me. I banged my head on the door frame, turning around too quickly. She’d spent the last few days at my house ranting mercilessly and rightfully about Emily and Sam, the lack of loyalty, and the pain of betrayal. I’d held her hand.

She gasped and ran over to me across the small kitchen. "I didn’t think it’d shock you this much." She muttered, and I could hear her grin, so I slapped her leg lightly, groaning about the throbbing pain in my temple and nose. I'd sat down on the floor, Leah clutching my arm. "I think I should get my mom to look at your head."

I had tried to protest, knowing the last place she wanted to be was anywhere near Sam.

“Hush.” I never won a fight against Leah.

It was a twenty-minute drive from Forks to La Push; normally it would speed by like nothing and the beautiful winding trees would hold my attention, but this time all I could see was a green haze. I could smell strong iron as if someone had placed a spoon under my nose. Why in the hell would I have a spoon under my nose? When I raised my hand to my nose, I discovered it was wet with a red haze. Wincing Leah told me to stop touching my nose.

"What the hell happened?" I heard Leah’s mom Sue yell. I had closed my eyes while in the car; my head kept spinning, and I could’ve sworn the road was swirly, like literally a swirl. Leah guided me into her home, explaining—and suppressing laughter—about my incident. She’d conveniently left out the part where she’d forgiven Emily; I made a mental note to mention that later.

Turns out there were lots of people at the Clearwater residence, all of whom kept mentioning how much blood I was covered in. I heard a soft gasp and a hand grab mine, Seth. He’d always been a little brother to me, sweet, kind-hearted, and concerningly chaotic.

"The two of you are on your own for four days, and you turn up like this?" Sue was not enjoying this.

I attempted to mutter a sorry as she attacked my nose with tissues, hushing me. I couldn’t help but remember how alike Leah and her mom are. Harry Clearwater's laughter fills the room.

"You two do more damage than the boys!" He was right; Leah and I had a record for roughhousing. This, however, was not fighting. This was stupidity, lack of sleep, and genuine surprise.

The house was full of laughter, and I cracked an eye open, seeing a lot of boys in the other room. Jacob was there, and he slowly came over to me.

"What the hell did you do to her, Leah? She looks like Carrie!"

"No, she did this to herself."

Jacob's laughter became more hearty and fucking annoying. I didn’t have the energy to hit him. If I could just close my eyes again.

"Nothing's broken, and you only have a light concussion." My chances of getting some sweet, sweet sleep seemed like a pipe dream for a cold man. I groaned and slouched on the wooden chair. Seth started talking about how good it was that nothing broke and how he wouldn’t be able to stomach it if he saw his mom "fix" my nose if it was broken.

All the blood had been cleaned up, and I stole one of Leah’s shirts, yearning for her bed. It looked so beautiful. So soft. I would marry that bed. Honestly, any bed. I think I’d take a pile of rocks and a blanket at this moment.

"Don’t even think about it." Leah scolded, pulling my gaze away from the alluring dream castle.

"I’m tired, though." With how weak my voice sounded, even I wouldn’t let myself fall asleep. It hurt to speak after not doing so for so long, no doubt due to the pain pulling and contorting all my muscles into a tangle of strings. Leah put on a TV show we’d both seen before, clearly unnecessarily loud to keep me awake, and sat me on the hardwood floor. Sitting opposite me, it was clear how tired she was too.

"So, you aren’t angry at her?" I didn’t mean to say that aloud, but I think that head bang knocked out any sense I had in my head, I always knew it would come to this. I’d have to live the rest of my life as an idiot.

Although Leah didn’t look taken aback, it seemed like she’d been expecting me to bring it up, just waiting for the clogs in my head to move faster.

"No. If she is in love, I don’t think I can hate her for that. But it still hurts, you know? She’s my cousin; we grew up together, and she just..." She pulled in a deep breath and continued, "It’s so fucked up. I think I’ll resent Sam for it forever. But Emily’s family. That's stronger than this." Leah and I had always been friends, but only recently had we been this close. Being two years younger than her, I grew up closer to Jake, Quill, and Embry and Leah than Sam, but just recently we’d gotten closer. Pre heartbreak.

"Even if it hurts, its love?" I ask. I can’t help but think of Embry when I speak of love. I can feel the warmth of his touch even when I am so far from him. His brown eyes, long, dark hair, and smile—a smile that held every gasp of reassurance—I don’t think he was with Jacob earlier. I wish he was. I just want to hear him.

"It’s love, especially if it hurts, I guess."

Maybe Leah wasn’t the only heartbroken one. I felt a hot tear rise. Fuck off. I wiped it away, hanging my head down, but, dear lord, that hurt my nose.

"Stop thinking about him. He left you. That isn’t a friend." Leah said, can she read minds?

"What do you say to some reckless activities?" I asked, smiling. Grabbing my backpack from her desk, I pulled out the pain meds I had stashed for cramps. They’d work well for this. Swallowing three down without water wasn’t a cheerful experience, but it got Leah to laugh.

"Cliff diving? In your condition?" Leah and I didn’t tend to make good choices. But heartbroken people rarely do. We were defiantly going, Leah had already stood up, grabbing her keys.

"I can’t get any more hurt!" We started putting our shoes back on. "Plus, I won’t tell your mom if you don’t."

"Ah, secret cliff diving, even though you are 18 and I’m 20." I didn’t respond as we left the house. only talking again as we drove away. The meds had thankfully kicked in rather quickly.

"I mean, if Emily and Sam get married, there is no way I’d go to the wedding," Leah continued, her eyes plastered on the winding road in front of us. I couldn’t think of anything to say in return. Going through what she has gone through in the past week, my anger would probably lead to stupid, impulsive decisions. Speaking of stupid and impulsive decisions, we drove up to the bottom of the cliff and decided to walk up so we wouldn’t have to walk up again after we were soaking wet.

"So how high up do we go? I’m thinking high or stupidly high." Leah’s tone was harsh, the wind was harsher, and I could feel nothing.

"Stupidly high, but only if you go first," I tried to laugh, but the wind was sucking all the air out of my lungs.

"Deal," she laughed. Her face seemed peaceful, devoid of the knitted brow she’d been sporting lately. The wind circled around her, picking up stray hairs from her braid that lay on her back. "Fuck it’s cold." We took off as many layers as we could and left them in the car, only wearing our shoes, jean shorts, and a black t-shirt for Leah, and cargo shorts and a white vest for myself. It was brutal. My arms weaved around myself; Leah did the same. When we reached the very top of the cliff, I remembered the first time I reached the top. It had been with Embry. before he left. His thin frame was swamped in layers upon layers of clothes. His hair swirled. He held my hand anxiously the whole time. His tall stature looked like the wind would pick him up and take him away. He’d gained muscle since I’d last seen him—at least that’s what Leah had told me. that he’d become one of Sam’s puppies. He called them the hall monitors on steroids, and he joined them?

"Ready?" Leah pulled me out of my stewing anger.

"Ready." I laughed, looking down. Since the first jump, the sense of impending doom has remained. It rushed within me. "Are the currents too strong?" The waves collapsed over each other. People do jump from this height; we’ve seen them. The puppies jump from this height. So, I guessed we’d be fine doing it. But it wouldn’t feel good. It’d feel cold.

"They might be; we can go back if you want." Leah said, holding onto my arm as if she were trying to tell me something that I couldn’t hear. But I knew from the look in her eyes that she wanted to do this, and I wasn’t going to let her down. She’d go down with me if I changed my mind; Leah wouldn’t leave me alone.

"Let's do this," I said, my teeth cold.She grinned back, and we both took a few steps back. As she ran to the edge, I heard something in the woods behind us. I watched as she jumped down, her lean body struggling against the wind. Watching her land was amazing. She reappeared on the surface and gave me a thumbs up.As she swam to the beach, I could see the strength it took.

I could hear more rustling, it felt like I was being watched. Turning around giant glowing things caught my eye. Were they eyes? Is that a bear? Am I gonna die right here because that’ll be embarrassing. Maybe the painkillers were too strong, or maybe I was just an idiot who could look a massive bear in the eyes and not feel fear? That’s not a bear. It moved back slowly, like I hadn’t seen it. And I definitely wasn’t an idiot because I felt fear. It hit like a fucking hammer. The massive not-bear looked human. That wasn’t a good sign. I turned quickly and jumped. The air pelted my skin.

end of chapter one.

ATTENTION. please do not copy any of the actions made by the characters, they are reserved for the stupid and heartbroken. Lots of love, em x

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Spiders

• for @romionemicrofic prompt: Beginnings | words: 623 | Rated: G

Ron had an awful day. The worst. One of those days that make him question every decision and road he took to get to this point in his life. Two young siblings died in crossfire in battle after an (allegedly) routine stakeout. Moreover, Harry was hurt, Robards scold them for impulsiveness and threatened to separate their partnership, and he hasn't eaten all day. He is a mess, tired, aching and wants to cry.

He enters Harry's hospital room and crashes on the chair. Harry is asleep, and Ron rests his head on the bed beside his best friend's hand. Quick steps are heard followed by a bang on the door that's opened before Ron can muster the strength to raise his head and Hermione is there, gaping and dropping all the papers, files and books in her hands.

"Harry? Ron, is he-?"

"He's fine, asleep under potions, the healers said he needs rest," he says waving his wand and summoning all Hermione's things to stack them neatly on the bedside table.

"Oh... fucking hell," she says starting, "I was scared shitless thinking you both were..." she waves a hand. Ron snorts at her swearing and lifts himself to kiss her on the forehead and lets her sit next to Harry to give her the opportunity to check on him herself.

"Just resting. Did you eat anything today?"

"Oh- um, no, I don't think so. There is this problem with- argh- the Wizengamot is opposing the-I've been in reunions all day and-" she stutters when her mind is quicker than her mouth, Ron smiles.

"I'll get you something, wait here," he says taking his robes from the back of the chair and putting them on.

"Ronald, don't move."

He doesn't have time to react before she's slapping him on the shoulder. It hurts. Ron has always suspected that carrying so many books was an exercise for her, she's surprisingly strong.

"What the- Hermione!"

"Spider," she says apologetically, showing him her palm with a crushed spider.

"Oh," he takes her hand and looks at it for a minute.

Two siblings died. Harry is hurt. Hermione hasn't eaten all day. He wants to cry, he is tired and hungry and the world feels too fucking heavy tonight over his shoulders and a bloody spider finds a way into his robes... but Hermione has his back.

"Marry me," he whispers.

"What-"

"I want to begin every day knowing you will be there to kill all the spiders that threaten me and I want you to know I'll be there to remind you to eat for eternity. And I want to know I'll see your face after Harry and I do something stupid. It's not the best proposal and I don't have a ring but I'll do better later- I just- I love you. You know that, don't you?"

Hermione kisses him, both palms on his cheeks, he's curved and she's on tiptoes.

"This is perfect. Yes. Yes, of course, I'll marry you. I love you, too."

They kiss again, smiling with tear-wet faces. Ron grimaces.

"You- you did clean your spider-splattered hand before touching me, right?" He asks, trying to keep his cool. The key word is 'trying'.

"Um," she said, twitching her lip. "Remember you love me, you said it just now!"

"Hermione!"

"You can't change your mind!" She says casting a scourgify over his face and her own hand. It tingles.

"Are you crying? Am I dead?" Harry asks groggily.

"Not tonight, mate," Ron smiles.

"Cool," Harry says closing his eyes.

"You'll be my best mate."

"-ready am?" Harry says, voice drawing slowly, falling asleep again.

"We'll tell him tomorrow," Hermione says, hugging Ron's middle.

Ron kisses her head, "I'll get us something to eat".

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Incorrect Quotes

part two

Luna: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Neville: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Ginny: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Neville, learn to listen.

Harry: What if it bites itself and I die?

Ron: That’s voodoo.

Hermione: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Neville: That’s correlation, not causation.

Harry: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Ron: That’s kinky.

Luna: Oh my God.

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Harry: Truth or dare?

Ron: Dare

Harry: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room

Ron: Hey Hermione

Hermione, blushing: Yeah?

Ron: Could you move? I’m trying to get to Y/n.

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Newt: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Theseus : It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

Newt: Three of us saw it, Theseus . How do you explain that?

Theseus : points at Jacob* Sleep deprivation. points at Credence Paranoia. points at Y/n* Delusional personality disorder.

(lol we are Orla)

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Theseus: Are we really going to let Newt keep Jacob?

Credence: We kept Y/n.

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Tom/Voldemort: Mattheo…

Mattheo: Oh no, 'Mattheo' in b-flat.

Mattheo: You're disappointed.

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Tom/Voldemort: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

Mattheo: How can you still say that?

Tom/Voldemort: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

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Voldemort: What’s up guys? I’m back.

Y/n: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.

Voldemort: Death is a social construct.

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Voldemort: Some of you may die, but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make

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Lockhart: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying

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Harry: What’s something you guys are better than Draco at?

Hermione: Mario Kart.

Ron: Yeah, video games.

Y/n: Emotional vulnerability.

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Dumbledore: What time is it?

Grindlewald: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out

Grindlewald: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*

Aberforth: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

Grindlewald: It’s 2 am

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Tina: Care for another sundae, weenie?

Queenie: I am not a weenie!

Y/n: Relax, you’re among friends. raises their drink

Queenie: My friends don’t hang out at Weenie Hut Jr’s.

Newt: You tell ‘em, Queenie! sips their drink

Queenie: Newt, what’re you doing here?

Newt: I’m always here on Double Weenie Wednesdays.

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Neville: We need to distract these guys

Fred and George: Leave it to us

Fred and George: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Seamus, Mattheo, and Harry: Immediately begin arguing

Ron, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.

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Lucius, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him?

Snape: You did WHAT–

Voldemort: William Snakepeare

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Newt, whispering to Theseus , who’s on the phone with Y/n: Ask them something!

Theseus : How are you feeling?

Y/n: Fine.

Newt: Something personal!

Theseus : At what age did you first get your period?

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Narcissa: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Bellatrix: turning to Andromeda How tall are you?

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Narcissa: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Bellatrix: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Andromeda: In that case, we're definitely lost.

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Narcissa: Screams

Bellatrix: Screams louder to establish dominance

Andromeda: Should we do something?

Y/n: No, I want to see who wins.

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Narcissa: Dammit, Bellatrix!

Bellatrix: What?! It wasn’t me!

Narcissa: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Andromeda!

Andromeda: Not me either.

Narcissa: Oh…Then who set the house on fire?

Y/n: whistles

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Voldemort: Wake me up…

Snape: Before you go go!

Lucius: When September ends…

death eaters: WAKE ME UP INSIDE-

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Newt is cooking

Theseus : Any chance that’s for me?

Newt: It’s for Y/n. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need them on my side.

Jacob: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

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Newt: Why are your tongues purple?

Theseus: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Y/n: I had a red one.

Jacob: oh

Jacob:

Jacob: OH

Newt :

Newt: You drank each other's slushies?

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Y/n: Tom Riddle, my old arch enemy.

Harry: … I thought I was your arch enemy?

Y/n: I have a life outside of you, Harry.

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James: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.

Remus: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Peter : I recorded the dumb stuff.

Sirius : I joined in on the dumb stuff.

Y/n: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

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maeglinyedi · 1 year

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Yes, I'm still alive and I come bearing gifts. I needed a bit of a break, as I usually do after I've spent a few months writing. But this fall my seasonal depression reared its ugly head worse than usual and put me on my arse for a few months. After some much needed rest and an adjustment of my meds I'm feeling more like a human being again, thankfully. I've started writing a new chapter for Lives Lived and Lives Lost and I'm offering you all a preview as a thank you for being so patient with me. I hope to finish it and post it in the next few days.

Life # 21: That time Harry and Tom were Holmes and Watson

Tom got his memories back the usual way. He met Harry while his friend Mike introduced them at St Bart’s.

Of course, what was different this time around was that Harry introduced himself as Sherlock Holmes with a tiny yet insufferable smile. And then he promptly showed off by metaphorically undressing Tom where he stood as he summed up detail after detail about Tom’s life that he couldn’t possibly know.

Tom slowly closed his eyes. Harry was Sherlock Holmes and Tom was John Watson. Or some modern version of them, at any rate.

How did these lives even get chosen? Who decided what sort of people they were going to be life after life? The previous life they’d been a couple of dog groomers, for fuck’s sake, living a peaceful life in Austria until they died of natural causes while they were well into their eighties.

And now they apparently were the world’s most famous detective along with his faithful sidekick.

Before he could stop it, a sharp pang of envy coursed through Tom’s body, leaving a sour trail in its wake.

Tom should have been Sherlock Holmes. Not Harry the bumbling Gryffindor. Tom was the consummate Slytherin. Tom was always the clever one, no matter what sort of life they led. That’s not to say that Tom as John Watson was stupid. Not at all. Tom in is current itineration was plenty smart. He was a medical doctor, after all. But he wasn’t Sherlock Holmes levels of smart and that stung, no matter that Tom didn’t want to ever feel envious of his soulmate.

Harry announced that Tom could be his roommate and told him to come to 221b Baker Street before giving him a cheeky wink. And then he was gone and Tom was left staring into space in complete shock.

“Yeah,” Mike said with a knowing smile. “He’s always like that.”

Something told Tom he’d be spending most of his time this life trying to save Harry from himself. No matter what kind of life Harry led, he was always the impulsive one. Combine that with a newly acquired genius level intellect and an unstoppable need to solve every interesting crime that came his way and it didn’t take the world’s most famous detective to deduct that Harry was going to get himself killed sooner rather than later.

Oh fuck. If there existed a Sherlock Holmes and a John Watson in this world, there also had to be a James Moriarty. Sherlock Holmes’ arch-nemesis and reportedly at least equally as intelligent. And in every single fictional story starring Sherlock Holmes that Tom had ever read, Moriarty always, always wanted to destroy Sherlock Holmes.

Yeah, this version of Moriarty was going to be in for a bit of a surprise, because this Sherlock Holmes had a former Dark Lord on his side, determined to keep him safe. Tom squared his shoulders and said a quick goodbye to Mike. There was no time to waste. Harry could be landing himself in a world of trouble right at that moment without Tom to keep him safe.

Tom had been a genius once upon a life. Granted, he’d used that genius intellect to turn himself into a magical mass-murderer while valiantly trying to rule the entire world, consequences be damned. But that experience might serve him well enough to predict what a criminal mastermind like Moriarty might plan to see Harry end up in an early grave.

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blouisparadise · 1 year

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Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of November. We hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Call Or Delete | Mature | 2466 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Nick Grimshaw.

Short one shot based on the real events of 2012 radio interview with Nick and Harry playing call or delete where nick told Harry to tell their stylist Louis had let himself go.

“Aaaaand stop. Who’ve you got?” Nick eyes Harry over the mic.

“Our stylist, Caroline.” Harry responds, a mischievous grin etching up his face.

“Amazing.” An idea starts throbbing in Nick's head. And ever the impulsive, he blurts “What you could do, does she style all of you?” Harry nods. “Why don’t you call her up and be like, pft, Louis’ really let himself go.” Nick bursts into laughter.

“No. I can’t do that. I won’t do that. No”

2) Yours Is The Only Ocean | Explicit | 3390 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Tom Hardy.

In which Louis finds out the man he pulled at a club turns out to be famous UK wrestler and boxer, Tom Hardy.

“I can’t remember, are we?” her false tone of disagreement was obvious. That stupid grin on her reddened lips was enough to drive anyone off their feet.

3) Apples In Caramel | Explicit | 4022 words

Louis doesn't like apples in caramel and he doesn't like amusement parks, and he certainly doesn't like curly boys.

4) I Don’t Care, I’m Not Scared Of Love | Explicit | 5197 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Listen. It’s not like Louis hates Harry. Far from it, actually. He likes Harry a bit too much. And not in a “oh, he’s cute, I’d like to kiss him” way. More like “I want you to handcuff me to my bed and fuck me until I can’t even remember my own name” kind of way. So, yeah, it’s kind of a problem.

5) Purr And Shout | Not Rated | 5274 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

The sound that escapes Harry's mouth couldn't possibly be a purr. He's an alpha, alphas don't purr. Or do they?

6) Truth Or Drink | Explicit | 5548 words

Harry and Louis are pornstars, and flatmates. Harry thought he would take his secret unrequited love for Louis to the grave with him, until Liam decides it would be a good idea to have them on his YouTube series of Truth or Drink.

7) You Step Where Words Are Written, Delicate Under Your Feet | Mature | 6496 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 513: A fic where Louis gives Harry a footjob over his pants while they're watching TV and Harry finds out he has a thing for Louis' feet.

8) Stripper | Not Rated | 6569 words

Harry is a bartender at the same strip club Louis works at. They're a power couple.

9) Kiss It Better | Mature | 8080 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Harry shakes his head with a light laugh and leans down to kiss him again which Louis happily accepts even if he is a little confused by the reaction. "Baby, not a night has gone by that I haven't thought about you in my bed, naked, and begging for my cock."

Blinking up at him with wide eyes, Louis opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. While they did flirt a lot over the last few weeks, Harry had never said anything like that. It shocks him as much as it turns him on.

"News to me."

"I won't lie and say I like random hookups or casual sex, but to me this isn't what that is."

Louis swallows thickly, unsure of what to say to that but once again Harry gives him an out.

"So, If you want we can stay up here and I can show you all the things I've thought about doing to you." Another kiss, quick and sweet. "Or, we can go back downstairs and we'll dance all night."

10) …With Love, (Almost) No Plot | Explicit | 10422 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Harry is the star of a very popular porn website and Louis is the new amateur, and everybody is requesting for them do a scene together. Harry is so confused as to why his fans what him to do a scene with Louis since he always looks so shy and quiet in his scenes, but decides to give his fans what they want. And get a little something he didn't realize he even wanted in return.

11) If I Saw You Every Day Forever | Mature | 10685 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

There really should be a statute on the number of dates one can go to because how much longer does Louis have to suffer through this?

A modern AU in which Louis might have accidentally signed up for something he probably shouldn't.

12) Over My Shoulder | Explicit | 10960 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Sebastian Stan.

The media thinks omega singer Louis Tomlinson is dating alpha actor Sebastian Stan because they bump into each other all the time.

Everything changes when they accidentally bond.

13) Needles And Lyrics | Mature | 11971 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis Tomlinson blunders at the Los Angeles premiere of friends´ Liam movie, doesn´t know what designer he was wearing: It shouldn´t come as a surprise to us that former boybander Louis Tomlinson could not recall who designed his outfit at the premiere of Liam Payne´s new movie The Overview. During several interviews on the red carpet last night, he was asked who he was wearing, and Tomlinson never answered correctly. At the beginning of the night he at least answered honestly that he had no idea who he was wearing, but tried to cover this up with some nice comments and sort of compliments on the suit.

14) Whisper Your Desires, I’ll Provide Them | Explicit | 13438 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis has always been a standout, but there is one department she lacks in.

She’s a virgin.

Now, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin or lacking in sexual experience. Everyone has different views and ideas on sex, and no one should be shamed because of that. However, it is hard to ignore the peer pressure from society and others.

So, when Harry, her lifelong best friend, offers to help with her situation, there’s nothing that’s going to happen, right?

15) Please, I'm Begging | Explicit | 13746 words

Louis makes the sudden realization.

Well shit. Utter shit.

It’s normal to like someone. It's just human nature.

But…

Louis cannot like Harry no matter what.

Or, Louis is an omega who just wants to be with Harry

16) 24 Hours | Explicit | 14722 words

After all these years, Louis and Eleanor are getting married. The invitations have been sent out and only one person hasn’t rsvp’d. Harry. The only way Harry will come to the wedding is if Louis spends 24 hours with him alone. How bad does Louis want Harry to come?

17) Always And Forever | Explicit | 14394 words

"I am the prettiest flower, 'ight 'azzy?"

"Yeah pup, the prettiest flower to bloom in The Tomlinson's residence."

18) Apparently By Chance, At Precisely The Right Moment | Explicit | 19329 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Alpha Harry doesn’t believe in soulmates. Omega Louis has been looking for his soulmate all his life.

19) Fire, Embers, Ash And Tinders | Explicit | 21846 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

“Can you take pics of Louis today?”

Harry blinks at the ceiling, thinks he must still be dreaming. “Good morning to you too?”

“Actually, it’s twelve in the afternoon,” Niall responds, somehow managing to sound both concerned and cheerful.

“Shit—”

“Anyways,” Niall continues undeterred, ignoring Harry’s panic. “Can you do it or not?”

Sitting up, Harry leans against his cushioned headboard, brows furrowing as he remembers Niall’s initial question. “Can I take pictures of Louis? Louis Tomlinson…who I’ve never held a full conversation with,” Harry asks.

“Well, you know his last name,” Niall quips. “That’s a good start.”

20) I’m Still Standing (After All This Time) | Explicit | 22536 words

Dubbed the modern Elton John, Harry is the biggest thing to come to pop music. Topping the charts, there isn’t anyone who can dethrone him. Until pop punk trio Funeral For Fire emerges on the scene.

21) Thawing Permafrost | Explicit | 22556 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis is from the frozen mountains of Glacien. Harry is from the searing desert of Calidius. They come from opposite worlds, but all it takes is an arranged marriage to bring them together as one.

22) The Games We Play | Explicit | 23448 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis is a political lobbyist who chose his career over his personal life a long time ago and has never regretted it. Then he met Harry.

23) Live In My Dream State, Relocate My Fantasy | Explicit | 24154 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Harry can't stay in one place, Louis' always been in one place. They find each other in the future.

24) You Go Undercover (You Cross Your Fingers) | Explicit | 25850 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis didn’t think that motherhood would be easy, but he certainly wasn’t prepared for just how challenging it would be. He also wasn't prepared for a certain alpha called Harry appearing each time he needs help until accepting is no longer a difficult thing to do.

25) Moonlight Scars | Explicit | 29532 words

Note: Please be sure to check the tags, as there is a Major Character Death.

"Harry Edward Styles." A voice calls and Harry looks up from his notebook to see the professor calling out names for attendance, "Present."

"Louis William Tomlinson." A shiver jolts out of Harry at the familiarity of the name, he grits his teeth he don't know any Louis William Tomlinson so why!

"Here ma'am." A sweet melodic voice says and Harry could feel his heart beating louder in the confines of his chest. A snap sounds and he looks at the pencil that was now in two pieces.

26) Taken | Not Rated | 33050 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Harry/OMC.

Louis is 22, an award winning architect whose trying to put his past trauma of being kidnapped behind him.

Scott Wolf and Harry Styles are two detectives that were there through Louis trauma, essentially saved his life and lead the case.

They haven't seen each other in over a year, but what happens when the case breaks wide open again and Harry and Scott come spiralling back into Louis life again.

27) Crave For More Of You | Explicit | 34604 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Fake proposing to your best friend to get free food at restaurants seems like a perfect game. What could possibly go wrong?

28) Just A Pretty Boy | Explicit | 35614 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

The alpha in front of him wasn’t only tall, but used every inch of his body to look even more threatening. He looked as shocked as Joseph felt, in his eyes he could clearly see horror and anger mixed into an odd and painful mix. It was as if he just watched a ghost or a monster from a nightmare come to life.

“Louis…” he said with a low voice. It wasn’t a question, he was calling Joseph by that name.

The crease between Joseph’s brows deepened. “Who?”

Louis and Harry were married until, one day, Louis passed away in a tragic accident. Years later, he is found alive and with a thousand questions plaguing his mind. The most important ones; was his husband involved in his disappearance? And, how long did it take Harry and his best friend to fall in love after his supposed dead?

29) Stay Until Tomorrow | Explicit | 36766 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

There’s a dull ache seeping through Louis’ body as he wakes up; a mild headache from last night’s alcohol intake, a cramp in his right arm from sleeping on it weird and a familiar soreness between his arse cheeks that Louis fully blames on his lousy one night stand.

30) Borrow The Moonlight | Explicit | 37738 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis and Harry broke up three years ago. The last thing Louis expects to see when he’s sent to help a guest is Harry, 3000 miles away from where he’s supposed to be.

31) The Truth of Hearts | Mature | 41847 words

After rising through the ranks to become one of Hollywood’s most celebrated alpha writers, the world is Harry’s oyster. Louis, another rising star alpha, is Harry’s greatest undoing, in more ways than one.

32) What A Wicked Thing To Do (To Make Me Dream Of You) | Explicit | 44444 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Heirs Louis and Harry have been promised as mates to each other their whole lives. It's expected that they will be the perfect pair to bring honor to their families. Louis cannot let that happen.

33) Til’ The Darkness Softly Clears | Explicit | 45430 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Something thuds nearby, and Callie sits up in bed, eyes still fuzzy from sleep. She yawns and rubs her eyes, looking around the room for the source of the noise. When she doesn’t see anything, she huffs quietly. Sliding to the floor, her feet take her towards the door. At the doorway, something disturbs the silence again: the distant sound of footsteps. Callie holds her breath and creeps out of the room. On the landing, she stands on her toes to peer over the railing. She can see the front door, and, outside, through the windows on either side of the door, she sees a shadow pass by. It walks one way, then disappears from sight for a second before it turns and walks back in front of the door. Callie’s eyes widen, and she backs up from view when the figure pauses its pacing directly in front of a window. Slowly, it turns, and it seems to stare right through the window, directly at her.

34) Once Burnt, Twice Shy | Explicit | 52644 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis and Harry are polar opposites in every way. Where Louis is a bestselling author from the city, Harry is a small-town firefighter who's never left his home. Where Louis is spontaneous and spirited, Harry is introverted and calm, never straying from routine. When an ill-fated accident and an exceptionally intelligent tabby bring them together, they are forced to confront their pasts and forge a better beginning for themselves.

Will sparks fly, or will it all go up in flames?

35) A Love Like This Won’t Last Forever (And I Don’t Mind At All) | Mature | 53978 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

“I thought you’re a woman.”

“Excuse me?”

“Rumour has it that I’m about to have a new stepmother. Just didn’t expect it would be a man, though twink would give a much better description.”

“I’m not a twink.” Louis crossed his hands in front of his chest defensively.

The man looked at him from head to toe and gave him a sweet fake smile. “Yeah, you are.”

“I’m not— hold on,” Louis loosened his arms and now playing with his thumbs, “what do you mean stepmother?”

The man extended his hand and stupidly Louis reached for it. Once the bigger hand engulfed his own, the man shook it.

“Harry Styles, pleasure to meet you. What should I call you? Stepmother or the mistress?” Harry tightened his grip. “Or maybe a homewrecker?” He gave him the most cruel smile a man could offer.

36) Derail the Mind of Me | Explicit | 77323 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

The Behavioral Analysis Unit gets called in to help a small town police department find the killer leaving behind a string of victims with a particularly jarring signature. FBI profiler Harry Styles must work with his team to uncover the unsub responsible for a slew of gruesome murders and just might discover his own hidden feelings for BAU Technical Analyst Louis Tomlinson along the way.

37) Now I'm Begging for Footnotes in the Story of Your Life | Explicit | 79833 words

Harry and Louis are engaged, but a few months before the wedding Louis realises that they don't like each other, so instead of ending the engagement two of them go head-to-head in an all out prank war.

In the battle of who will end the engagement first.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here. You can find other monthly roundup fic rec lists here.

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hsfan94 · 1 year

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Dress

Y/n and Harry had an interesting friendship. They were best friends sure but people always suspected they were more. At first Harry brushed it off and laughed about it even but as time went on the jokes got old. Simply because he could no longer tell where the boundaries were anymore either and he didn’t need outsiders putting their two cents in.

The first time he felt the shift in their relationship was a little over three years ago.

Dancing around the kitchen in the middle of the night Harry realised he'd never had a friend like her before. They'd been friends for a little over two years. He couldn't remember what it was like before her and he didn't want to imagine a time without her.

They were in his New York apartment. After going out to dinner and getting chased by that stupid TMZ guy that's obsessed with him, he suggested she stay at his place since it was closer. That's how they ended up drinking three bottles of Rozé and dancing around like lunatics. Her drunkenness caused her to take a wrong step which sent them both to the floor. He landed on top of her in somewhat of a compromising pose and they both bursted out laughing.

"I've never been this drunk on wine before." She confessed. She wouldn't have told anyone something like that before but his eyes had some sort of truth serum in them.

"Oh yeah?" He could have stared at her for hours.

"That's probably because I don't usually have more than a glass at a time." She impulsively reached up to brush a stray curl out of his face. "You're a bad influence, Harry Styles."

"Where have you been all my life Y/n?"

"Waiting to be a part of it." She wasn't even sure what she meant.

He almost kissed her. If she hadn't swatted at his butt and said, "move I gotta pee," he would have crossed that line. He spent the rest of the night thinking about what it would be like if he had. What else might have happened? Maybe eventually she would even live in the very flat they were in.

He was beyond prepared for the badgering he would get when he told his friends they were doing a joint birthday celebration this year. Their birthdays are so close together and they’ve always talked about celebrating together out of convenience and this year it was happening. And sure enough the teasing had been endless.

“So, H, is it like a coming out party? Are you and the missus finally taking that step?” Jeff asked, sipping his coffee. They were having a meeting about his birthday shows when Jeff read the email invite from Y/n.

The design she went with was adorable and so perfectly her that Harry couldn’t find it in him to make changes when she asked him to edit.

“Come on, Jeff. We’ve been over this.”

“Seriously I think it’s a cute idea. I just wish you two would stop fucking around and get together.”

He received texts from Mitch, Sarah and Ben that day as well all stating something similar. Harry kind of hoped it would be that kind of party.

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Y/n was nervous. She knew what she wanted for her birthday this year and she wasn’t going to let anything get in her way. She had been trying to cross the line with Harry for so long. Unfortunately for her, they had horrible timing. One of them was always taken. That night in the kitchen when he almost kissed her she had to run away because she was seeing someone. She would have had sex with Harry right there on her floor if they had kissed and she didn’t want to be a cheater. When he got cast as Jack in ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ they had been staying together and she thought for sure that would be it. Then he came home drunk one night proclaiming love for Olivia and she was proper annoyed. She hadn’t expected it to go on for two years either. So when they broke up, she wanted to give him time to process, but she was ready to go for it as soon as she thought he’d had enough time. And what better way to do that than at their birthday party?

“I don’t know about this one,” she said, looking herself up and down. The black silk gown adorning her body not quite living up to expectation.

She had decided to buy a new dress for the party for the sole purpose of it aiding in her confession.

“I think you look stunning.” Julia stood behind her looking at it from all angles.

“I don’t know Jules. I want his jaw to hit the floor.” She turned around to grab the other one she picked out.

“You say that like his jaw wouldn’t hit the floor if you showed up in sweats.” Julia rolled her eyes as she exited the changing room.

“Shut up. You know what I mean. I’m just scared” Y/n said.

“Why?”

“Because what if he’s just a big flirt. Part of me feels like if he really wanted me he would have done something about it already.” Y/n knew her and Harry were meant to be but she couldn’t figure out why it hadn’t happened yet. So she couldn’t help but worry she was wrong sometimes.

“And I think you severely overestimate men. They don’t always know what they want. Or what they need.”

Y/n opened the curtain and showed Julia the dress.

“This is the one,�� they spoke in sync and then they laughed.

“Okay babes get changed and we can get lunch and game plan some more.” Julia ushered her back into the changing room.

She looked over herself in the mirror and sighed happily. It really was the one.

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Harry hadn’t actually seen Y/n in a long time. They emailed and texted or called everyday, but she hadn’t been around as much lately due to conflicting schedules. At least she claimed it was her schedule. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew she did not like Olivia and to be honest he hoped it was cause she was jealous. He’d never actually admit it though. Since it had been months since a proper Y/n and Harry moment he could not contain his excitement at seeing her tonight. In fact, he was staring at the entrance to the venue with utmost concentration waiting (not so patiently) for her arrival. Y/n loved being fashionably late. So, Harry was nodding along pretending to be listening to whatever Niall was telling him waiting for his best friend to finally show up.

When Y/n walked through the door, everything stopped. Time stood still. At least Harry thought so anyway, until Niall noticed he no longer had his friend's attention.

"Ah I see. Go talk to her mate."

Without another word Harry all but stormed up to her.

"Hi," he said smiling down at her.

"Hi, Harry. How are you?" She gave him a hug and upon pulling back she stayed attached to him, looking up at him from within his embrace.

"A lot better now."

After another minute of just staring at her, he noticed Julia who had come in beside her.

"Miss Michaels, how are you this evening?"

"Great," Julia replied, "Everything looks fantastic you all did a good job."

Julia and Y/n exchanged a look that Harry couldn't decipher and then she spoke again.

"I'm going to go catch up with Niall. I'll see you lovebirds later."

She skipped away before Harry could say anything about her comment.

“Lovebirds?” He questioned Y/n who was just staring at him, dare he say starry eyed.

“What’s wrong? Is that not accurate?” Y/n was playing with fire. She wanted to really test him.

“What do you mean, lovie?” Harry’s heart started beating faster.

She didn’t want to lay it all out just yet so she leaned up to whisper in his ear, “I don’t want you like a best friend.” Then she cheekily squeezed his left ass cheek and scampered away.

Harry was left speechless watching her walk away. And damn did that dress look good from the back.

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Y/n wasn’t avoiding Harry per se but she was definitely putting space between them. She was currently talking to Jeff about future projects he could help her with and her and Harry kept meeting eyes. She couldn’t tell how well received her ass grab and best friend remark were and it was driving her crazy. So crazy she decided to just ask his friend.

“I hate to interrupt your thought J, but I have to ask you something.”

“No worries what’s up?” Jeff was always so understanding.

“I’ve been sending all these signals, I mean for years, and I feel like I get nothing in return and it’s driving me crazy.” She started to ramble.

“Y/n. Breathe. Get to the point.” Jeff chuckled at her frustration because he knew what the question was.

“Ok. Umm. How do I put this? Does Harry ever talk about me? Like in a romantic way?”

“You mean is he in love with you?” Jeff asked.

She nodded. He looked over at Harry only to find him shamelessly staring at Y/n. His eyes were traveling all over her body, completely ignoring Mitch and Sarah who were stood beside him, and Jeff had to end it.

“Yes he’s been madly in love with you for years, but between you and me,” he looked between Y/n and Harry, “he’s a big pussy.”

Y/n cackled. She had never heard Jeff say that word and it was fucking hilarious, especially in the context of describing her silly best friend, her love.

“Thank you. So much. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go make an announcement.”

Y/n scurried over to the stage they had set up for toasts and karaoke.

“Excuse me everyone.”

The crowd went silent and all eyes were on her.

“First I want to thank you all for coming. It means so much to Harry and I. We love each and every one of you.”

She looked at Harry and saw how confused he looked.

“I just umm. I have an announcement to make and I don’t know how to form my own words for it. The irony is not lost on me as a songwriter.”

The crowd laughed.

“But I’ve tried to write songs about this in the past few days and I’ve just had major writer’s block so, if it’s okay with you, I’m going to borrow words from my friend Taylor.”

She looked at Taylor who gave her a thumbs up.

“Alright then. This song is called Dress.”

The music started playing and everyone except Harry seemed to understand immediately.

“Our secret moments, in a crowded room. They got no idea about me and you.” She made eye contact with Harry as she sang.

“Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo. All of this silence and patience. Pining and anticipation, my hands are shaking from holding back from you.”

She lifted up a shaky hand and everyone laughed including Harry who had seemed to catch on a little.

“Say my name and everything just stops. I don’t want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off.”

On that line she got bold. She pointed to her dress and then to him and his eyes shot wide open. Then she gestured him closer with her finger and he complied, slowly approaching the stage himself.

“Inescapable, I’m not even gonna try and if I get burned at least we were electrified.”

He was on the stage now.

“Everyone thinks that they know us but they know nothing about.” She held the mic out to him and he sang, understanding it was meant to be a mutual announcement.

“All of this silence and patience pining and anticipation my hands are shaking from holding back from you.” He lifted his hands up hovering them above her face but not touching to animate the line. Everyone laughed again.

They sang the rest of the song loosely but Y/n finished alone with the line “Only bought this dress so you could take it off.”

The music ended and the crowd cheered. Then, somebody (Y/n swears it was Jeff immediately followed by Taylor) started chanting “Kiss, Kiss, Kiss”. And they did.

Harry’s hands finally found placement on her cheeks and their lips met delicately. It was a perfect first kiss. When they broke away but he was still so close she whispered “I love you,” and he kissed her again.

“I love you too.”

A/n: I thought about writing more (maybe what they do after the party), but I also wanted to post this before it had been too long after his birthday. So I hope you like it. Comment if you want more from this universe.

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 1 year

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What if we added a magic-less Tom Riddle to the Edward/Walter/Light Saw game? Who wins now?

The time Edward Cullen, Walter White, and Light Yagami played SAW.

Well, this is a little more complicated.

Last time, we concluded that Light Yagami wins no questions asked. He's too easily able to manipulate Edward and Walter White into defending their pride and doing something hilariously stupid and violent.

Alright, Tom Riddle's now in the mix...

We're going by my interpretation of Tom Riddle, by the way.

Light Still Wins

Now, depends what headspace Tom's in and how old he is, but he's probably not as easily goaded into the SAW game as the other two and is more likely to see what Light's up to (as he does this shit himself all the time).

However, Light is beloved by the gods, the gods hate Tom.

Light as a protagonist tends to get lucky more often than not in his own series. Oh, he gets into binds and has to make his way out of them, but there's also moments where he gets by on timing and pure luck (he has nothing on Walter or Edward in this regard, but they're more impulsive).

His run in with Naomi Misora, for example, was a product of good timing. Had she made it to her destination and L found out that Kira could kill via other methods, then Light would have had a lot less breathing room in the coming weeks. He probably still would have managed something, but that's an AU for another day.

Rem also being in love with Misa and Misa being in love with Light is another one in that, while Light probably could have handled it, it made things convenient for him down the road.

Tom never gets a spot of luck.

Harry Potter always, somehow, manages to escape him, his Death Eaters kill themselves in battle due to overeager incompetence, Harry lucks his way into killing all the horcruxes somehow, and the very universe is actively working against him.

Which means in a game of wits, something will go right for Light and wrong for Tom.

Tom loses because the universe hates him.

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I know you’re not a big fan of CC, but I adore your takes and meta, so, how do you imagine Delphi and how would you improve her character?

Or headcanons, to put it more simply hshshs

Errr not an easy question, actually. I'm going to imagine two different scenarios for this because this character is such a blank slate that she could be taken anywhere.

Scenario n°1 - Bella&Vold die (follows canon)

Delphi was a Dark Magic experiment that Vold&Bella did for whatever reason. Either that or she was an accident (the more I think about it, though, I'm starting to believe that maybe Vold wanted to involve her in some kind of magic experiment, maybe even to get a new body/get a better grasp on immortality and he needed his own child's flesh - think Abraham and his sacrifice to God, just twisted)

They just don't have the time to do it. The Battle of Hogwarts happens suddenly when Vold realizes that Harry & Co. have the Cup, so there is just no time. We all know what happens.

In the aftermath, Lucius/Narcissa/Rodolphus/whoever tells Harry (not the Ministry, Harry specifically) about Delphi, in exchange for a better plea deal. It's up to Harry to decide what to do.

Harry (who is the same character as he was in the books, not that weird OC that has his name in CC) has a little crisis: he doesn't know what to do with this information. His first impulse is "oh no, oh God, Bellatrix and Voldemort's lovechild, let it die". I think he would tell Ron and Hermione, and Dumbledore's portrait. He also tells Andromeda (together with Narcissa - *insert their complicated reunion HERE*)

After much reflection and discussion (and Dumbledore's help, and the fact that Harry is an empath with a huge heart in canon), he would come to the conclusion that they cannot fail this child: they cannot have another Tom Riddle, shunned and abandoned by the world. They cannot let another monster be born out of neglect.

Andromeda still hates Bellatrix and she has Teddy (she needs time to love her daughter's murderer's child), Narcissa&the Malfoys have their trials going on (also hated Bellatrix and Vold by the end), Hermione has to go back to Hogwarts, so Harry & Ron raise her ???

It's mostly Kreacher, in truth. They all stay at 12 Grimmauld Place.

It takes years for all the adults in her life to check their fucking biases, but in the end, they all have a hand in raising her: Malfoys, Tonkses, and the Golden Trio. Draco likes her especially.

They keep her identity hidden for her own safety (and even just to give her a fair chance at life). They say she was Rodolphus' secret niece or something. She still has access to a part of the Lestrange fortune.

Speaking of Rodolphus, he is horrified that the girl doesn't know who her parents are (they decide they'll only tell Delphi when she's a little older), and he asks for visitation rights for years. Finally, they grant them to him for good conduct, with the promise that he'll be supervised and won't try anything funny (like prophecies or time-turners, which just do not exist in this version).

Delphi isn't stupid, though. She's incredibly magically talented, looks like Bellatrix & Tom Riddle (Rod might have cried the first time he saw her), she's a Slytherin, she can speak Parseltongue (her biggest secret, no one outside of her closest family knows) - she starts having suspicions at the age of 9. She finally asks Harry, one day, when she is 13. He tells her that he would have liked to wait, but that he never wanted to hide it from her - yes, your parents were Tom Riddle and Bellatrix Lestrange.

Of course, she knows who these people were. What they did, even just to some of the people who are closest to her (Andromeda, Hermione). She denounces their actions, and yet she feels an ache for the family she'll never know.

She'll also never be able to claim her own surname out in the open - she'd be lynched in the streets.

She starts asking about them. She always has to preface it with"I know who they were, but". Harry understands. Oh, no one understands better than him. And while Ron&Hermione don't know much, Harry tells Delphi all he's gathered on the Dark Lord in those years, especially when he was still young, bright, Tom Riddle.

Andromeda is still very hesitant to talk about Bellatrix, but Narcissa likes to show her old photograph albums, and talk about her childhood, and Rodolphus never shuts up about Bella. They tell her how talented she was, how bright, how powerful, how passionate.

They tell her how she had been conceived as a Dark Magic experiment, her father never really paid her much mind, but how her mother couldn't help but get attached - even though she fought it, even though He told her not to. She couldn't help but love that part of Him that was in her. Rodolphus had adored that child too, from the beginning.

She has always been loved, from the start. She does not become Tom Riddle 2.0

Her parents were horrible people, but they were people. She was going to be just like them: powerful, ambitious, determined, studious, the best.

I feel like she would become a teacher, like her father had half-wanted to do, many many years before. Maybe not at Hogwarts, maybe even in higher education, but she would become extremely respected in her field and is remembered as a researcher and a great witch.

Rita Skeeter or whoever tries to come out with a theory about "Voldemort's secret child" when she's 30 or around that age. She's already so respected (not to mention, Harry Potter's goddaughter) that she is able to just laugh it off. "Even if I was, suck my dick" is basically what she says (in more elegant terms, of course).

She does have her parent's temper, though. And, just like Harry, her mother's eyes.

I also like to think that she took care of Rod in his old age, after he gets finally released from Azkaban (<3). In his deathbed delirium, he sees Bellatrix and dies in a Snape-way, happily.

Scenario n°2 - Voldemort wins AU

First of all, I guess it really depends on whether Bella dies. And I'm sorry to say that Delphi's survival chances increase if Bella does die (because there's something just so heartbreaking about Vold not being able to kill Bellatrix's daughter now that she's gone, now that she's the only part of her left).

Also, now he does need a new second in command. He can find another way to reach immortality but Bella's magical skill cannot go to waste.

Who raises her?

Errr

Do the Malfoys still betray Voldemort? If they do, which leads to Bellatrix's death, they are soooo fucked. There is no way they survive.

So Rodolphus, maybe? I'm going with him.

Voldemort isn't father of the year, guys. He's hateful and bigoted and utterly unaffectionate. Also, he misses Bella, although he'd never admit to it. He never talks about her. Ever. In his twisted, dark, mind he hates her for leaving him, for letting herself get killed, for dying. She betrayed and failed him.

Rodolphus, in all his grief, cannot shut up about her. As soon as Delphi musters the courage to ask him, Pandora's box opens and she learns everything and anything about her.

I don't know how her personality evolves in this scenario. I can't imagine her being particularly stable. She vows to become like her mother, better than her mother even. She failed her father, in the end, but Delphi won't (I imagine she also thinks of Voldemort's word as Gospel).

Vold trains her, of course, as he did Bella.

He cannot help but notice her and Delphi's similarities, but also their differences. Delphi is more subtle, quieter. Like Bella, she's naturally skilled at offensive magic. Unlike Bella, she's cold. Sharper. Hides her emotions more. She's reserved, and flighty. And yet, she craves his approval just like her mother did.

She grows up quite lonely, with no friends, possibly a tad socially awkward.

I think she'd have a hard time dealing with people outside her comfort zone, but also nobody would ever treat her like they would a normal person, they'd always be too afraid. It probably gets lonely.

She would call herself either Gaunt or Black, I feel. Voldemort wouldn't like her having the Lestrange name, Rodolphus' name, but all three are pureblood houses with no heirs, so at least one of them has to be picked up again (also, unless the Malfoys have some distant cousins tucked away somewhere, they're also gone)

I never really know what to make of Voldemort wins!AUs because these characters, to me, are somewhat doomed by the narrative. There is no happiness for them, even when they win. Voldemort is so full of rage that, once England is at his feet, Harry Potter is dead, he realises just how empty immortality is. A black pit even deeper than death and yet he knows that he cannot die, because he cannot feel guilt for his crimes, and therefore if he were to pass on to the next life, there would simply be no next life. His soul is destroyed, it's eternal nothingness. So he's fucked himself, basically.

Rod dies, eventually, and she mourns him deeply. She cannot bring herself to realise that he was more of a father to her than her own father but she feels his absence, and only understands how much she took him for granted when he's no longer there.

She and her father have this weird attraction/repulsion relationship where he wants to have her close but then cannot stand it when she is. She is at the same time too much of Bellatrix and too little of Bellatrix.

Much more depressed than in the other version of events. Her father is an immortal God who can't love her or be close to her in any way that matters, she's mostly alone (when she's an adult, it's by choice, because she just can't stand other people). She's immensely powerful, much more than her other self, but it just means nothing.

Loves her mother much less, in this scenario. She is too obsessed with Vold to really care about her (much like in the original play).

I cannot really imagine a happier future if Bellatrix had lived, because I feel like Voldemort would have even less need for Delphi. I could write a very long post about why it makes absolutely no sense for either of these characters to choose to have children, so this is the best I have.

I think that Bella would have loved her daughter but never more than the Dark Lord - and that in itself is tragic.

I'm sorry if these suck, I've tried my best.

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