Invisible String

Summary: An endless search for a remedy comes to a halt when Harry realizes he’s been tied to it, to her, all along.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Musician gf

WC: 475

Warnings: If you're NOT a fan of romanticrry, this is not the post for you ;)

A/N: Can you tell I’m a sucker for fluff? Here’s a little ‘thank you’ for the love you’ve given over my previous post <3 This is a really short one but still, enjoy!

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You were there all along, hidden in plain sight. At award shows, at after parties, even at our mutual friend’s wedding ceremony. Sometimes I wonder, what took us so long, then? For years you were always just a friend of a friend, an artist under the same record label, and now you have your own mugs in my kitchen cabinet and a side on my bed that will always smell of you.

Whenever I get lost in my thoughts like this though, as if by instinct, a connection only you and I are tied to, a brush of your fingers through the curly strands of my hair always wipes the questions away. As I lay here, sulking in your gentle yawning and the scent of your shampoo, there wouldn't have been a more perfect time than now. Not seven years ago when you were getting out of a toxic relationship, and I from a boy group I’ve been in for years to pursue my own endeavours.

We were meant to cross paths, eventually. At the perfect place, and at the perfect time.

I was scheduled for a meeting the very night of your opening show. I ran into my good friend, your manager at the time, who was on his way to support you. At that very moment, I received a call that our meeting was postponed. He invited me to join him instead, and so I did. With no intentions of coincidentally meeting my twin flame that same evening.

Ever since then, it’s been you.

As if tied to an invisible string, distance from you started feeling like hell. Like being pulled by rip currents, away from the safety of the shore.

I started to fear that every song I'll ever write from that day onward would be about you. And how you snorted a laugh when my voice pathetically cracked the moment I introduced myself to you, your hands that fit perfectly in mine as you shook it, and that voice, the one that grew a bed of flowers over the barricades that disabled me from running directly to you, the same one that now hums me lullabies.

You are the cure to my sleepless nights, the remedy for my mundane days, and extra lonely drives. I, a hopeless romantic, an artist, the product of loving and losing, has fallen deeply in love with you in a way that only words can explain, and only lyrics can describe. 

I’ve written about finding no antidotes for curses, been convinced that loving someone else in the past was the cure, and thought another person had it all along. But it was you. Not a pill I could swallow, an action I could do, or something someone could possess. All along I was tied to the one I’ve spent lifetimes searching for.

“You are the antidote.”

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A/N: Hope you guys caught all the references I snuck in here. If you did, feel free to comment them below! I appreciate the support and feedback for my first work <3 More to come! (possibly a new fic??) As always, thank you for reading!

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Draco ~ Don’t Get Up.  Please.

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Words: 1,064

Warnings: Angst, very minor injury, set at the end of sixth year.

The sounds of fighting had your heart in your throat, running towards all the noise and hoping that it wasn’t what you thought it was.

A sweeping black cloak grabbed your attention at the end of the hallway, followed by a familiar blonde haired figure and several others that you didn’t recognise.

“Draco!”  You called, moving quicker, but Draco never responded as they disappeared around the corner.

You didn’t want this to be the truth, having little doubt that those that followed him and Professor Snape were Death Eaters.  He’d warned you that something could happen, he would never directly say what, but you knew that it terrified him.

The green light of a spell stopped you just before you got to the corner, and you drew in several deep breathes, your wand shaking in your hand.  Duelling wasn’t a strong suite, but right now, Draco was more important.

There were several duels happening in the entrance hall, and you managed to block a wayward spell before you caught sight of Draco again, heading towards the main doors.

“Draco!”  You tried to call again, but your voice was lost in the noise of the hall.

Gritting your teeth, you ran through the fighting, barely dodging several spells, one grazing your shoulder, making you wince and touch it as you ran, your fingers coming away red. It made it sink in a little more that this was real, this was actually happening, and Hogwarts, your home, was being attacked.

“Draco, stop!”  You shouted, closer now out in the grounds and this time he actually looked back.

Even from here you could tell how pale he was, how scared, and panic filled his expression as he realised who was calling after him.  “Y/N! Duck!”

You didn’t hesitate, dropping to your knees, a spell flying over your head.

“You will not hurt her!” Draco spat and launched his own spell at whoever had tried to hit you from behind.  “You will leave her alone!”

You breathed hard, even as there was a cruel laugh, and a dark haired woman practically skipped past you, casting a malicious grin back at you.  “We don’t have time for distraction Draco, of any kind.”

Draco’s cheeks pinked as he ignored her and watched you straightening up, your own expression scared, quickly looking back as several other Death Eaters passed you.

Snape was watching you too, but it only lasts a moment before he looks at Draco.  “We don’t have time for this.”

He turned on his heel and swept away, the other Death Eaters following.  Draco hesitated for a moment, before he turned to follow.

“Wait!  You can’t-”

“Expelliarmus.”

The spell hit you in the stomach, sending your wand flying and you to the ground.  It took a moment for it to sink in what had happened, that he had actually attacked you, and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes.

“Don’t get up.”  Draco said quietly, desperation in his voice. “I will hurt you.”

You let out a steadying breath, and braced yourself, pushing yourself up slowly.

“Don’t get up.”  His voice broke.  “Please.  I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then don’t do anything,” You said quietly, staring at the ground as you paused on your hands and knees, not wanting to look up at him.  “Come back with me.”

“I can’t!”  He said urgently.  “Don’t you know what’s happened?  Don’t you know what I’ve done?  I let them into the school!  I let them…let them…”

He went silent and you carefully looked up, watching him struggling with himself for a moment.

“You can,” You said quietly. “I promise that it’s not too late.”

Draco was shaking his head though.  “No…no Y/N, now, go…please, just go.  It’s safer in the castle for you.”

“It’s safer for-”

“No, it’s not!”  He snapped and let out a short breathe, turning away.  “Please…just go.”

He started walking away and you were on your feet quickly, ignoring wherever your wand had gone and following.  “Draco-”

“Petrificus Totalus.”

Your arms and legs snapped together and you fell back to the ground, a sob remaining silent in your throat.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Draco said softly.  “I cannot let you follow me, not this time.”

You heard his footsteps disappear, leaving you alone on the grass, tears rolling down your cheeks, you heart breaking a little, wanting to continue after him but unable to do so.

More footsteps approached and paused close by, leaving you wondering for a moment who was standing there until a spell was muttered and your body was freed from the curse.

Sitting up quickly, you see Harry standing there, watching you carefully.  “Where did they go?”

You didn’t trust your voice, so you simply pointed, not missing the anger in his eyes.

Harry nods and then hesitates.  “Are you going to be alright?”

Shaking your head, your arms wrap around your knees and you sat staring into the distance.

He hesitates again.  “I…I’ll be back for you, okay?  Just…just stay there.”

You simply shrug, feeling sick and Harry takes off after them, leaving you alone, wandering what was going to happen next.  As you sat, you remembered your stinging shoulder and placed a hand over the small wound, using the pain to try and drag you away from the hundred other thoughts that were racing through your mind.

The hot tears on your cheeks were reminder enough that it wasn’t working, and you couldn’t help but question just how far you were willing to go for him, and just what it meant for the two of you in whatever was coming next.

Harry was back a little while later and he crouched next to you, the anger gone from his gaze as he holds out his hand.

You wait a moment later, letting out a small breath and then taking his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet.

“For what it’s worth,” He said quietly.  “I’m sorry.”

“Thanks.” You said, not looking at him.

Harry goes to say some more, but thinks better of it, before seeing your wand on the ground.  He grabs it and hands it back to you.  “Come on, we should get back.”

You just nod and follow, giving one final glance back to the way that Draco had gone, an ache in your chest, your only comfort that he’d stopped you to protect you.

Yule wedding

If he was honest, he had never been so stressed. Even facing Voldemort seemed way easier right now. Not that he would prefer it, of course not, but the stress he was under was something he had never experienced before. Harry was pacing back and forth, trying to breathe.

He couldn’t say why he was so nervous, because he knew that it was what he wanted. Deep down inside, he knew this was the right thing. It was the right thing to do because he had never felt better than with him by his side. He had never felt so loved and more important, he had never loved someone that much.

“Mate, stop walking, it’s going to be fine, you-“, Ron said, trying to comfort him.

“I need to leave this room” Harry replied, and without an hesitation, without worrying about his best friend, he walked out of the cosy office where he had been getting ready all afternoon.

He heard Ron yelling his name, but the latter didn’t try to catch him up, and for a minute Harry felt relieved and was grateful for his friend to leave him alone. After walking for a few minutes, he entered a narrow corridor and saw a pretty little door facing him. He had to admit that even if he didn’t want to rent a castle at first, Draco was right to insist because this place had a lot of charm. Harry opened the door and breathed a sigh of relief, finally happy to be alone. He was about to close the door when he heard a very familiar voice.

“Harry, what- No don’t look back you can’t see me, don’t-“

But it was too late. Draco was in front of him, still buttoning his shirt, and Harry suddenly forgot all his fears to focus on his future husband. He was so dazzled by the beauty of the man he loves, in that costume he could have recognized from a thousand miles away, that he hadn’t noticed that Draco was still talking.

“You’re kidding me, we rent a fucking castle, we’re in opposite rooms from each other but you’re here. I mean, I’m glad you’re here and not running away but we’re cursed, this wedding is going to be cursed, it’s the tradition and-“

As Draco spoke, Harry moved slowly towards him. He decided to quickly forget the part about running away and once in front of him, he finally took his hand.

“I don’t care about the traditions. You’re stunning” he said to Draco, who stopped ranting.

“I- you are beautiful too” he finally said to Harry, realizing for the first time since the man came in how handsome he was.

“This is your Yule ball costume”

“It is, I had it custom-made for the occasion because I know how much you love it”

“I love you”

“Harry, are you okay?” Draco asked, worried. Not that Harry loving him was suspicious but he had the feeling something wasn’t right.

“Yes, it’s just… I kind of panicked, Ron wouldn’t stop talking about his wedding with Hermione and then I just realized what we were doing and, don’t forget I love you right, but I felt a bit overwhelmed”

Draco looked Harry in the eyes for a while before hugging him tight.

“Look, I understand it can be stressful. We’ve been planning this since a year now, and it’s finally happening. But this is what we want, and I promise to make you the happiest man on earth for the rest of my life”

“I know, I just needed to see you”

Harry kissed him tenderly and the couple stayed sit in silence next to each other. They didn’t need to say more, everything was fine.

“Let’s get married, I love you” said Harry after a while, standing up.

“Now get out before I have to say all my vows to reassure you, our marriage is already ruined because you saw me before I walked down the aisle”

Harry rolled his eyes but laughed, recognizing the man he had fallen in love with.

“You and I both now that we don’t do traditional, but you still have to be dramatic. I don’t care if I’m cursed if it means that I’m cursed with you”

“And now I’m the dramatic one?”

Harry kissed him quickly before leaving the room. He heard Draco saying a little “I still love you though” and he smiled. Everything was going to be fine.

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So this is the first thing i’m writing since a long time and you can say thank you (or maybe it’s because of her ahah) to @sweetlialia because the idea came just because she tagged me on something so... thanks honey ♡ i don’t know if i’m back but i’ll have more time to write so let’s try

Don’t be afraid:

As a huddle of small second years headed towards the carriages that would take them to hogwarts there was nervous chatter, as this would be the first time for them heading to school this way. A group of 4 friends whispered excitedly to each other until the carriages came into view, one of them a Hufflepuff stopped dead in their tracks the 3 others soon stopped and went to their friend “hey are you alright? I know it’s weird that they’re pulling themselves but it’s not the weirdest thing around here” said the Ravenclaw of the group “You can’t see them?” The Hufflepuffasked fear evident in their voice. “See what there’s nothing there, are you feeling ok?” The other Hufflepuff in the group asked with a worried tone.

The startled Hufflepuff stepped closer to the creature saddled up to the carriage they were about to take, “so I’m the only one that can see them, am I going crazy?” They asked nothing in particular, “You’re not crazy, I can see them as well” came a voice from behind them making them all jump in surprise. They spun around to see an older Ravenclaw. “What are they Luna and why can’t the rest of us see them?” Asked the second year Ravenclaw as they got into the carriage “Do you mind?” Luna gestured to a space in the carriage the friends moved to give her more room to sit comfortably she said a quiet “thank you” and they were off.

They sat in a slightly awkward silence until the second year Hufflepuff spoke up “so Luna, why is it that we can see the creatures but the others can’t?” Luna gave a sad smile, “The creatures are called Thestrals and they’re only visible to those who have witnessed death” she looked sadly at the young Hufflepuff “and although they look scary they’re actually very gentle creatures, so to answer your first question again no you’re not going crazy, you’ve just experienced something tragic” The four second years smiled slightly at her before they fell into a comfortable silence.

Part 6  /

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The two boys settled on tea at Draco’s as everything else in the area had closed for the night.  When Harry arrived at his place, he was sitting atop the brick fence in front of the house with a blanket around his shoulders, writing in a parchment journal. Draco looked up and closed the journal.

“Welcome,” he said, looking over at his house.

The fondness with which he regarded his humble home made something tighten in Harry’s chest.  Draco led him inside, offering to take his bag and then putting a kettle on the stove.  Harry observed his surroundings: warm, eclectic and covered in plants.  The boy standing in front of him had changed, there was no faking this. Harry wanted to ask all the questions in the world just then. But it was delicate.

“I think we should sit outside. It’s probably one of the last mild evenings before the autumn rain hits London,” Draco said, pulling Harry out of his thoughts.

Sitting side by side, they spoke with carefully sifted words, casting quick side-glances to measure the other’s reaction.  By their fifth mug of tea, they started to relax.  The conversation was light, as if they knew there’d be time for the other stuff.  War was over after all, the urgency was no longer.  Harry began having a slight déjà vu from their first meeting at the Chinese restaurant; he didn’t want to leave but he also could not drink a single drop more of tea and he was starting to shiver from the dampness that had creeped in with the sunset. Draco was looking at him now, seeming to be holding his breath.  In a sudden swooping motion, he threw half of his blanket over Harry’s shoulders to cover both of them. Harry made a noise of surprise, but looked at Draco with a smile. What on Earth were they doing, once again, and why did it still not feel extremely weird?

“You could.. uh, we can go in… if you’d like,” Draco said, making his suggestion sound more like a question.  

Harry smiled once more.  He didn’t want to leave and he didn’t want to freeze.  It was only a reasonable offer to accept.

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"seek us..."

he’d found them. found her.

daniel so desperately dreaded the upcoming second task. yet, it was the reason they'd met a decade ago.

once upon a summer, amongst distant memories, when his father still hadn't left home; reaching for his reflection - he'd fallen into the river. carried along white currents, dragged towards the delta. only to reappear unscathed.

he couldn't swim. just as she couldn't breathe above ground.

they'd been rumours. legends.

closing his eyes, he let the water pull him deeper. reaching for the egg.

daniel knew exactly who saved him. he remembered their voice.

your voice.

note: daniel/reflection for my darling tiffy <3 as part of my open drabble game. also known as the spirited away x harry potter goblet of fire au nobody asked for since daniel isn’t a good swimmer. word count: 100

Daily Writing - Day 7

It takes all of Zane's restrain not to attack Sirius when the adorable black dog morphes into him.

"Black."

"Snape."

The two black haired men say each other's names, their voices dripping with hate. But not as much as Zane's.

"You." he says, glaring at the former Gryffindor, his hand clutching his cane so hard he trembled.

It was unlike him to harbor so much hatred for someone, but all that went wrong in his life could be traced to the pureblood. And everything had been so wrong lately.

Only Tahir's comforting hand on his shoulder kept him in place.

hey. i saw your recent hc on james and harry rship. can you plsss do more drables or fics on them plss. maybe something on patronus or something. godd i love them so much

hi anon! i know you talked about the patronus but honestly i don't know how to write about that moment so i wrote about james and harry shaving

apparently for many parents this is an important moment - according to the book I read about a parent who lost his son, this small achievement is something quite significant - so I wanted to write about

I haven't written much lately so I'm a bit rusty but I hope you like it

Shaving

''Dad,'' Harry muttered, sitting next to him on the living room couch, looking a little embarrassed, which James knew wasn't a good sign when it came to his son. He would ask for something or ask some difficult question.

Anyway, James never knew how to prepare for these moments; last time, Harry asked for a new frame of glasses and a different haircut - for the first time, someone besides Lily used Sleekeazy's Hair Potion, and James avoided looking at Harry to avoid laughing at the disaster that was.

''Will you help me...'' James grimaced, thinking that he couldn't be so old that he was already starting to have hearing problems. He heard Lily very well last night, didn't he?

''What?'' He looked at his son, leaning a little closer to him to be able to hear whatever Harry was muttering.

"Will you help me shave?" Harry blushed, and for a moment James thought Harry wanted help shaving his balls or something, so ashamed did he seem to be asking this, but James remembered when asked his father the same thing and how stupid he felt for asking for help with something that seemed so simple.

''Of course,'' he said, smiling and patting his son's knee. ''Do you want to go now?'' James would usually shave tomorrow, in the morning shower, but he could make that effort to help his son.

James had been waiting for this moment; he heard Frank and other dads talking about it, and he was looking forward to the time when he could come and help Harry with it. It was a very good memory he had of when his father did this to him, the two of them laughing and Monty saying that he preferred to wear a big beard to disguise how old he looked without it, but that James should take advantage of his youth to shave.

He was thirty-five now, much younger than his father when this happened between them, and he still preferred the hairless face. A stubble for a few days, but he would soon get irritated and feel almost dirty, so he'd get back to his shaving routine.

Lily preferred it that way too, she said the beard bothered her skin so it was more of an incentive to always be shaving.

Harry nodded, and the two of them went upstairs to James and Lily' room, very tidy as he always left it in the morning, and into the tidy bathroom. He took all the paraphernalia—there was a new razor waiting for Harry's turn, which James had bought a few months ago when his son had started bragging about already having hair on his face—and placed them under the sink.

''I prefer using this foam, it doesn't make my face irritated or make me cut myself easily,'' he explained, showing the foam he'd been using for so long that it was even weird to think about buying another one. ''And your razor is here,'' James handed it to Harry, who was paying close attention to everything, as if it were a real Hogwarts class. James was about to jump for joy.

He'd been instructing Harry the entire time, the two of them leaning under the sink to get a better look in the mirror, shaving together and washing the razors whenever necessary; obviously James had a lot more fur to actually make it necessary to wash it, but Harry had Potters genetics, so he wouldn't have a problem with a thin beard like Sirius did.

It was one of those random and domestic moments that wouldn't make much difference in Harry's future life, wouldn't be that super memorable moment like when he played for the first time, or when he had his first kiss; it was a silly first time compared to the others, just shaving with his dad on a Wednesday afternoon during summer break, while they waited for Lily to come home from work to eat at a pizza place Harry really wanted to go to.

But James could barely stop smiling, handing Harry a towel to dry his face, watching closely to make sure he hadn't made any small cuts, and watching the way he seemed to feel so much older over such a simple task. James wanted to immortalize that moment, and perhaps, when he was older, he would put it in the collection of memories that couldn't die with him, in case Harry wanted to visit them after he died.

''Girls like beards,'' Harry muttered, rubbing the soothing oil that James dripped into his palm. ''But it's weird,''

''I prefer without too,'' James smiled at him in the mirror. ''Anytime you want, you can come here and make it, or, I don't know, take it to Hogwarts,''

''Nah,'' Harry shrugged. ''I'll do it when we're together,'' James' heart softened, the small display of affection from his now-not-hugging teenage son left him soft as butter on a fire. James nodded.

“Alright, we can always do it together.”

A Day in the Life of…Us? - Part 22/30: Gala

"Your hand is sweaty."

Teddy sighed heavily, dislodging his fingers from James' in order to wipe his palm down the front of his trousers. The action left a mildly noticeable wet line down the grey fabric, but that was the least of his problems. The highest on his list lay just beyond that door. "Harry's gonna deck me."

"No he won't," James reassured. "Not in front of a room full of so many important people…."

His reassurance was not comforting. Not even the slightest. "Let's just get it over with," he spat towards his shoes. "If we wait any longer, I think I'll vomit. And fuck if I need a drink."

James' hand on his shoulder brought some semblance of comfort but definitely did nothing for his nerves. And as they walked into the Ministry atrium – full of reporters and absolutely every influential person in the wizarding world alike – those nerves only intensified. He could hear nothing but his heartbeat in his ears and could feel nothing but James' fingers crushing his own.

This had been James' idea. He said his father's annual gala to benefit his work with war orphans around the world was without a doubt the best place to announce their relationship to the world. Their family and the papers would all find out at the same time – it killed both unfortunate horses at once. Teddy thought it was a terrible idea and just knew he would come out a villain on at least one side. Likely both.

They only had to walk a mere five steps in before this theory was put to the test. Of course it was Harry who caught sight of them first. He always stationed himself close to the door to be able to greet everyone as they walked in. He always had to be the most personable and passionate person in the room. And rightly so. So his grin was bright as he excused himself and walked briskly to his boys.

But it began to fade the closer he came. Just enough for them to notice. His eyes were fixed on their clasped hands, his steps far too quick. "Boys," he greeted quietly, brow raised. Unable to meet their eyes. "I assume you're wanting me to ask about this…." He nodded towards their hands, but couldn't put a name to what made him uncomfortable.

"I don't want to hide this anymore," James stated, so sure. But Teddy could see the small things that gave away his own worry – the slight quiver of his jaw and the way his index finger tapped against the back of Teddy's hand.

Harry fidgeted and looked around. Likely trying to gauge who might have seen the display of affection before reaching forward and pushing their hands apart. "This isn't the right time. It's not the right place. We…we'll talk about it later. But for now I need the two of you to go home."

This was somehow worse than a fist to the face. Harry was ashamed. Teddy opened his mouth to defend them, but found himself too shocked for words. It felt like a failure in a moment that mattered most.

Thankfully James had enough bravery for the both of them. "It wasn't a question," he stated – plain and unarguable. "The turnout is fantastic this year. You should be proud of yourself, Dad. Now, I think we'll go dance. If you have a problem with that, you can have security remove us and make a hell of a scene."

Of course Harry Potter wasn't going to make a scene at his own charity event. So there was nothing he could do but watch his son and godson walk away, hand-in-hand and unabashed. Or…maybe a bit abashed and uncomfortable and aware of all the prying eyes following them to the dance space. Watching them settle into one another's arms, swaying to the string quartet's easy waltz. Silent but judging with every soft whisper or snuck glance.

"Are you alright?" Teddy asked softly, attempting to ignore all this. Attempting to pretend it was just the two of them – alone and secret. Comfortable like it had been when they were alone.

"I expected it." James wouldn't meet Teddy's eyes. He looked like he might cry. "To an extent, anyway. I guess I didn't expect him to be…." His voice choked and Teddy held him closer, fingers cradling the back of his neck. "I think he's ashamed of me…."

"It's all on me." And Teddy absolutely believed that. If it had been some other man on James' arm today – someone closer to his age or someone who wasn't a known cheating arsehole – this wouldn't be an issue. Harry wasn't a bigot. He was protective, though, and that right there was the stem of the problem. Teddy wasn't good enough for his son. That stung. "I'll fix it. I will. I promise."

"Just dance with me," James sighed, his face burrowing into Teddy's collarbone. "He'll accept it or he won't. And at this moment…I just want to dance with you and not worry about it. You look too good in those dress robes to be worrying about what my dad thinks." A small smile pushed through his dejected look and he leaned up to put his lips to Teddy's earlobe, whispering, "I'd rather focus on every single centimeter waiting for me beneath those perfectly tailored trousers." Full-on grinning now, James pulled back, but not before pausing to press a contrastingly gentle kiss to Teddy's parted lips.

"You're the worst," Teddy chuckled, running thoughts of less sexy things through his mind in order to keep up a presentable appearance.

"Hey, if we're gonna end up in the papers, it might as well be for something big," James laughed back, slipping back into himself for the moment. It was going to be Teddy's goal that night to keep him distracted and happy. Keeping James happy was all that mattered now, even if that meant they ended up alone.

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Harry & Nina - Reading Guide

Hello,

Lot of people ask me how to read Harry & Nina’s story in order or with the canon drables making sense, so here is a timeline for you. The drabbles fit in roughly … So take them with a grain of salt please! You don’t have to have read them for the sequel to make sense, although what happens in the drabbles are important for where Harry & Nina’s relationship is at.

Happy reading x

Start with Someday, Someday which ends on Harry’s birthday in February.

Then read the Orlando Drabble which takes place 6 months after August.

Next is The Worst Time Part I & Part II which is 18 months on in January.

Straight after is Turn It All Around (Never Let You Down) Part I & Part II.

One year later begins Twenty Good Reasons.

Strawberries tasting lipbalm - a Drarry Drable

After he started dating Harry Potter, Draco managed to, little by little, show himself as he liked to be seen. He first started to change his clothes to more muggle-styles, skinny jeans and loose jumpers that he would tuck in his jeans, with some simple shoes. He also started to use small jewelry, like tiny earrings in the shape of snitches, necklaces with small dragons as a pendant, and other rings alongside his everylasting relationship-band. His hair was also longer, reaching his chin and parted on the side, to show one of his ears and give him a model-like look.

Another thing he started to use was make up. He loved putting colour in his eyelids, alongating his eyelashes and putting on lipbalms. He didn’t really like lipstick, he found them tiring, but he loved the small little bit of colour the lipbalms gave to him. Also, they tasted and smelled so good.

Harry on the other hand, hated the lipbalms. He was okay with the rest of the makeup, but the lipbalm... He said it hid Draco’s natural taste, and he never initiated kisses when Draco was wearing lipbalm.

Which was too bad, because Dracoo would kiss him anyways until Harry had eaten all his lipbalm. Actually, it had because his new goal in life to just bully Harry into kiss him while he was wearing his lipbalm.

“Harry, admit it, you love my lipbalm,” Draco teased one day after he spent the last half an hour kissing Harry, straddling his lap in Harry’s living room’s sofa. “You can’t stop kissing me everytime I wear makeup.”

“I definitely don’t love your lipbalm, Draco. But I do love you, and I fucking love all the noises you make when I kiss you, so... I guess I can live with the fake taste of strawberries if I get to kiss you like this everyday.” Harry smiled, his hands holding Draco’s arse and grinding against him.

“Hmmm... I’ll keep that in mind when I buy the chocolate flavoured one, Harry.”

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For @l0vegl0wsinthedark who told me to write this drabble xD

25 Days of Draco and Harry 2020 Information Post

Because it just wouldn't be December if I weren't running this, I'm thrilled to announce that I'll be hosting 25 Days of Draco and Harry again this year. For those who may not be familiar with this challenge, I have included the detailed rules at the end of this post. You might want to read them first, so that you can understand what the rest of this post is talking about. And for the loyal fans of 25 Days of Harry and Draco: In 2020, we will be doing both Early-bird and Traditional prompts as usual. Again, we're running on LJ, DW and tumblr – the rules will be the same as last year. I have two announcements and I hope you'll be as excited as I am! First, given life right now, I've decided to make the early bird prompts available earlier than ever before. This year, early bird prompts will be available no later than: Sunday, October 25th!! That gives writers a full 5 weeks and some change to work on their posts. Second, there is going to be a Discord server specifically for 25 Days of Draco and Harry participants. The details are being worked out – but this will be a place where early bird participants can discuss (in a room just for them) the prompts and how they might use them. Traditional participants will join the general section of the server in December. More on this later.

The 2020 rules at a glance, for those familiar with the concept: 25 Days of Draco and Harry 2020 - Traditional NO changes from prior years. A photo prompt is posted starting on midnight EST Dec 1, and you write a drabble/ficlet/fic/novel based on that prompt and post before the next day's prompt goes up. Each of your posts can be part of a larger fic or they can stand alone. 25 Days of Draco and Harry 2020 - Early Bird You receive access to all 25 photo prompts no later than midnight (EST) Sunday, October 25th. This is earlier than ever before. Hopefully this will give you time to prepare and write for 25 Days before the insanity of December starts. You will post 1 fic per day for each prompt. This can be a stand-alone story or each day can be a part of a bigger story. The advantages are this: 1) you can use the picture prompts in any order you chose 2) you can start writing early and have many of your posts ready to go before December 1st. 3) you get the prompts all at once so you can pre-plan your story or your use of each day's prompt. The basic rules of 25 Days of Draco and Harry – Traditional Edition: The challenge is to write a drabble, ficlet, story (whatever) for the pictures posted each day from Dec 1 to Dec 25. Your fic for each prompt must be a minimum of 100 words – but there is no maximum. They can be twenty-five one-shots or each one can be a part of a bigger story. Pictures will be posted at midnight EST and you have until the next midnight to write your fic/drable/ficlet/etc. Yes, you may combine this with other communities or tumblr prompts. NOTE: your fic does not have to be a story of the picture – you can use a part of the picture or whatever that picture says to you. Prompts should be used in their posted order or you can post anytime for any prompt if you fall behind. You can also combine a few days or prompts into one fic/ficlet/drabble/etc. But the true challenge is to post every day for 25 days within the 24 hour time frame. You do not need to sign-up for the Traditional edition. While you're not required to, I do encourage you to add your story to our our AO3 collection. Simply add "25 Days of Draco and Harry 2020" to your submissions, under collections, when you post them to your own AO3 account. The basic rules of 25 Days of Draco and Harry – Early-bird Edition: Once you sign up for this choice (more information coming soon), you will be given access to 25 picture prompts no later than Sunday, October 25th. You can use the prompts in any order you choose – but each prompt can only be used once. The challenge is still to post one section of your story or one drabble/fic/ficlet each day from Dec 1 to Dec 25 using one of the provided prompts. Meaning your post has to go up between 12 midnight (EST) and 11:59 PM (EST) the next night. As with the traditional challenge, your drabble/fic/ficlet/etc must be a minimum of 100 words and must reference one picture. While you're not required to, I do encourage you to add your story to our our AO3 collection. Simply add "25 Days of Draco and Harry 2020" to your submissions, under collections, when you post them to your own AO3 account. The sign-up period for "Early Bird" will be from October 15 to October 22, 2020 (details to follow). NOTE: Be advised that the early bird prompts and the traditional prompts do vary. Some may be used on both but mostly they are 2 separate sets of prompts. If you have any questions, please email the 25 days mod account at [email protected] or DM me if you're on the Drarry Discord server. sassy_cissa  

Hiiiii can I please request a drarry fic where draco is a ballet dancer and it’s 8th year and draco and harry are close friends but draco keeps sneaking off somewhere and so one day harry follows and sees that draco does ballet (and he’s really effing good) + some fluff at the end. ok thank you you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to though💞💞

I’m finally answering this after months, I’m so sorry sweetie.. But I hope it will please you because I loved writing it ! Enjoy ♡

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“Mate, you need to stop”

Harry looked away from Draco and Pansy to look at Ron who was sitting next to him. All the eight years were reunited in their common room, as every evening, and the two slytherins were talking together as they were doing for now a few weeks.

“Sorry, what ?”

“You’re doing it again. You’re spying on him. He’s gonna get suspicious you know” Ron replied, wondering why his best friend kept trying to know what Draco was up to.

“No, he isn’t. We’re friends now, this isn’t weird, I’m just trying to know him better”

“So you think it isn’t weird that you’re watching him every move ?”

Harry sighed and decided not to pay attention to Ron anymore. He knew he was right, but he didn’t want to admit it. He knew he was acting weird since a few days. But something was odd, he was sure of it. When they were spending time together, Draco kept leaving earlier and earlier, pretending to have a lot of work to do. Harry wanted to believe him, but something led him to believe that all of this was a lie.

“Harry, you’re alright ?” Someone said, bringing him back to reality. Draco was standing next to him, with a worried look on his face. Harry tried to smile and finally answered.

“Yes, everything’s fine, don’t worry”

“You think I’m worried about you Potter ? You know that won’t ever happen” Draco replied with a smirk and Harry laughed with him. He knew that was just Draco being Draco, and that the slytherin didn’t really think what he was saying. Because Harry had learned to know him, and he knew Draco was always worried about his friends. And as strange as it could be, he was his friend now.

They talked for a while and as Draco was about to go to sleep, Harry tried something.

“Is Pansy okay ?” He asked.

“Hmm, yes, she’s doing fine, why are you asking me this ?”

“I don’t know, you’re spending a lot of time with her lately, and I was wondering if something happened”

Draco shut down and at this moment, Harry knew he had hit a nerve. Unfortunately, he didn’t get the answer he was expected.

“She’s my best friend, I have the right to spend as much time as I want with her, don’t I ?“ Draco said, with a tone colder than he expected. “Sorry, I- I’m just tired and I didn’t want to be rude, sorry, good night Harry” Draco said then, and he left quickly and embarrassed.

Harry wanted to run after him to apologize too but he hadn’t had the time, Draco had already disappeared. He knew he shouldn’t have asked. Reluctantly, he stood up and said good night to Ron and Hermione and went to bed, in deciding to leave Draco alone.

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A few days after, Harry was walking in the castle, looking for a place to work. The common room was full of people talking and laughing, and the library was full of people working, there were no places left. He walked for a few minutes and then entered a room, but he stopped instantly, baffled by what he was seeing.

Pansy was sitting on the floor, next to a radio station which was playing some classical music. In front of her, Draco was moving. Well, he wasn’t just moving, he was dancing. Harry knew he should leave the room, but he couldn’t help himself, he wanted to watch. He couldn’t move. Because right now, Draco was the most beautiful person he has ever seen. The blond man was dancing with so much passion that he seemed he was floating up into the air.

Harry didn’t know how long he stayed like this. He had the feeling he was there for hours, and maybe he could have stayed here forever. But Pansy saw him and the music stopped. Draco looked at her first, wondering why she didn’t let him finish his choreography, then he turned over. He was standing there, out of breath, looking at Harry and the latter wanted to say a lot of things, but he couldn’t. He wanted to say how beautiful Draco was when he was dancing, he wanted to say how much he would like for him not to pay attention to him and dance again, but he was speechless. It was Pansy who broke the silence.

“Well, I think I’m gonna let the two of you”, she said and left the room. After a few minutes, Draco finally talked.

“Potter, what are you doing here ?”

“I don’t know. Well, I know but I mean- I was looking for a room and I thought this one was empty and I didn’t want to spy on you or anything and-”

“Harry, stop. It’s okay, you would have discover it anyway”

And then he said it. “You’re beautiful”

“What ?” was the only thing Draco could replied.

“You’re beautiful. When you’re dancing, and when you’re not too but especially when you’re dancing”

“What are you saying ? You don’t think it’s ridiculous ?”

“Not at all. I- Look, my aunt was a fan of ballet. She was looking at ballets on TV for hours and you know, it was the only thing I was able to watch because she didn’t care if I was here or not, all she wanted to do was to watch the dancers. So I was hided a bit behind her and I watched all the ballets. I found this amazing, it fascinated me. My favorite ballet was Romeo and Juliet. I know, it’s not really original. And… Sorry, I’m talking too much”

“No, keep going”

“Seeing you dancing here, it reminded me so much things. It made me want to spend hours watching you. I never thought I’d say this one day, but dancing feats you so well. And I’m saying it again, you’re beautiful”

As he was saying all of this, Harry didn’t realize Draco had grown close to him. He looked up and then Draco kissed him. And this time, Harry felt like he was the one dancing. When they broke appart, he was smiling.

“Thank you, because except Pansy, no one ever encouraged me to continue this way. And right now, I never want to stop what I’m doing. Thank you for being here”

“Do me a favor, and dance again for me”

Draco smiled and kissed him lightly before turning the music on again. And in front of Harry, he felt confident again. He felt like he could succeed anything, and he danced like he had never danced before.

Thanks for the tag @insufferableknowit-all

Name: Roy

Nicknames: Roy

Zodiac: Pisces 

Height: 6′2″

Languages: English (how very American of me)

Nationality: USA

Favorite season: spring

Favorite flower: peonies 

Favorite scent: Lavender, fresh air, 

Dogs or cats: Dogs, but other people’s dogs, I don’t have the capacity to have my own

Number of blankets: currently sleeping with 3 because the weather keeps fluctuating and I’m too stubborn to pull my winter blanket back out 

Dream trip: ideally a solo hiking trip, or going glamping

Blog established: This one just had it’s one year! I had one back in the day (circa 2012) but we don’t talk about those years. 

Random fact: The only time I’m actually good at writing is when I’m on a deadline. Quartintene has cancelled everything and now I have no inspo at all. 

Gender: cis female

Current time: 10:25am

Favorite fictional character: Harry, Ron and Hermione, Magro (Magicians), Jen Barkley (PnR)

Coffee, hot tea, or hot chocolate?: tea

Average hours of sleep: 6-7? My work schedule keeps changing and I just moved so my sleep is very variable. 

Favorite artists: Sylvan Esso, Ray LaMontagne, Peter Gabriel

Stuck in your head: Beauty School Drop Out 

Last movie I saw: For me? I watched the Avengers Saga. But also lots of kids movies in my life. I dozed through Moana yesterday. Grease currently playing. 

Last thing I googled: “pig man the magicians”

Other blogs: I have a reference blog for those long posts about writing I wanna come back to.

Do I get asks?: mostly related to drables. (I have several I haven’t got to whoops)

Reason for URL: A long story. 

Followers/following: 165/105 

Lucky number: there’s nothing lucky about me

Currently wearing: boots, jeans, long sleeve shirt

Dream job: evaluating policy/programs/data 

Favorite foods: currently cinnamon. muffins? coffee cake? cookies? I’m not picky

Instruments: played the flute in high school

Favorite song: Die Young by Sylvan Esso 

tagging @wallopthewicked, @dameintoyland, @displayheartcode, @abradystrix +anyone else who wants it!

Writer Tag.

Fui etiquetada por @sugar-lollipop ♡

¡Gracias! Hace tiempo que no realizaba uno, así que me alegro el día y anduve muy entretenida respondiendo.  

Nombre del autor/a: ravenW-97, he pasado por varios cambios bruscos, pero aparentemente siempre regreso a ser un cuervo.   

Fandoms para los que escribes: Mis historias en su mayoría son de Diabolik Lovers, pero tengo varias que son de otros fandoms, entre estos se encuentran Bleach, Saint Seiya, Fullmetal Alchemist, Yu Yu Hakusho, My Hero Academia, etc. 

¿Dónde públicas? Wattpad, Fanfiction/net, AO3 y pues, este Tumblr. 

One-shot más popular: Bien, aquí batallé para saber dado que tengo muchos oneshots y aun así no estoy muy segura lmao. Digo que Hambre [wattpad | fanfiction | sinopsis: Solo fue un descuido, ninguno jamás imagino que esto desencadenaría deseos irrefrenables en Yui.], con 45 comentarios y 123 votos + 21 favoritos—respectivamente de las plataformas mencionadas—. Siendo honesta no esperaba un buen recibimiento dado el contenido/género de la historia, así que sigo sorprendida y muy feliz por la reacción a este oneshot.

Historia multi-chapter más popular: La regla [fanfiction | wattpad | sinopsis: ¿Qué podría ser peor que vivir con vampiros sádicos? Tener que soportar los tres días de la menstruación rodeada de seres con el olfato súper desarrollado. Komori Yui puede decirle de nuevo "adiós" a su tan amada privacidad]. En fanfiction con 64 comentarios | 48 favoritos y en Wattpad con 628 votos | +9mil lecturas | +400 comentarios. Parece que estoy presumiendo, y sí, pero dado que nunca presumo y no tengo muchas historias que destacan así de alto, pues disculpen mi yo egocéntrico/presumido que se vislumbra en este tag. 

De todos modos más que presumir, solamente me deja pensando ¿POR QUÉ? ¡Hey! No es que la historia sea MALA, pero tampoco es «WOW, esto es ARTE». Supongo que ayudo que fuera comedia, de igual manera me alegra que le haya ido bien al fanfic, dado que son más de +27mil palabras con mis torpes intentos de escribir humor/ser graciosa. Por cierto, aún no está terminada y me da miedo pensar que llegaré a un máximo de 35mil palabras escritas sobre la menstruación de Yui y su convivencia con hombres de dudoso comportamiento porque: “¿qué estoy haciendo de mi vida?”.   

Historia que estabas más nerviosa de publicar. Todas en general, publicar siempre me pone nerviosa solo que con los años y todo lo que he posteado, digamos que esos nervios ya no son ese tipo de nervios asquerosos/horribles que te dan cuando intentas algo por primera vez. Sin embargo, cuando según escribo horror es cuando estoy más nerviosa, dado que mi horror no lo considero tan excelente y tampoco creo que el fandom esté muy interesado en leer horror/violencia/no romance/escenas repugnantes, así que sí, aquí mencionó Rutina [fanfiction | sinopsis: Komori Yui tiene una rutina donde incluye su amor hacia la magia y los vampiros.], que fue básicamente un intento por ser más descriptiva en mi horror y el primer long-fic que acabe, más razón para estar nerviosa. 

¿Cómo eliges tus títulos? Al azar en los peores casos, porque NO soy buena dándole títulos a mis historias, entonces llega un punto en el que entro en desesperación y le pongo lo primero que me agrade; en ocasiones más favorables dependiendo del contenido y tono del fanfic, elijo qué palabras utilizar [sea en tono de broma, sarcasmo, spoiler, etc.], como también escojo si es un título corto o extenso, me agradan los títulos cortos, pero los extensos a veces más porque tienen cierto encanto, más en historias de comedia u horror [aunque tampoco exagero en lo largo, imaginen un título de cinco renglones, no sé que otra persona lo leería aparte de mí lmao].  

¿Esbozas? Supongo que sí. Tenía la mala costumbre de escribir en el camino, pero eso NO te ayudara mientras más avances en la historia, así que recomiendo que si se pongan a pensar qué quieren escribir, menos estrés amigxs, ¡además siempre es grandioso tener controlado todo tu caos! 

Mi proceso no es perfecto, pero probablemente a medida que escriba y lea más, sea más útil/funcional para mí. Primero intento planificar todo lo mejor que puedo, partiendo del «Quiero leer esto», así que anotó la idea, dependiendo del tipo de idea escojo ya el género y el tono que voy a utilizar, también revisando y teniendo claro lo que quiero comunicar o lo que quiero suceda dentro de la historia, voy poniendo situaciones/diálogos, pienso «¿este personaje diría/haría esto?» Si es así, genial, si no lo es «¿qué tiene que suceder para que lo haga?», y poco a poco voy armando todo. 

Aun así, muchas veces a medida que uno va escribiendo termina editando mucho y las cosas van por un rumbo más extenso/trabajado o completamente distinto del objetivo original, más cuando los personajes se ponen tercos y tienes que pensar cuidadosamente para que todo tenga coherencia. 

Historias completas. 48 según fanfiction, pero como soy obsesiva… Específicamente son 2 Long-fic, 27 oneshots y 41 drables/viñetas [contando las historias individuales incluidas en recopilaciones de fics]. 

Historias en progreso. 5. 

[Diabolik Lovers] El edificio 777, historia con muchos OCs y escrita con una amiga. 

[Diabolik Lovers] La regla, solo falta un capítulo, pero esta cosa lleva escrita desde el 2014, así que oh vaya que necesito suerte y paciencia. 

[Diabolik Lovers] Reverso, MaleYui/FemAyato, serie de drabbles/viñetas. 

[Diabolik Lovers] Cóctel, recopilación de drabbles/viñetas/oneshots con diferentes parejas y temáticas dadas al azar en un reto de la @comunidaddl

[BNHA] El largo camino, Deku/OC. 

En cuanto a historias NO publicadas, estoy viendo series de nuevo para acomodar mis futuros oneshots/long-fic basados en ships cracks y crossovers de fandoms como My Hero Academia, Fullmetal Alchemist, Harry Potter, MCU, Stranger Things, Bleach, The Vampire Diaries, The Umbrella Academy & Saint Seiya. 

Próximamente. 

1. Editaré fanfics para que en Wattpad ya no estén en borrador, así que si por algún motivo quieres leer mis historias pues, ve a fanfiction/net.

2. Arreglaré cosas de mis historias de DL eliminadas para volver a publicarlas, aunque si lo llego a concretar no postearía hasta tenerlas finalizadas.  

3. Me verán cumpliendo con los retos de la @comunidaddl que sigo sin entregar [¡que buen ejemplo pongo como administradora!].  

4. Las siguientes historias cortas. 

De boca en boca. Sinopsis: Beatrix no solo tiene que lidiar con un arreglo de matrimonio, sino que también está decidida a resolver los asesinatos que están ocurriendo dentro de su reino. 

Lo que cayó del cielo [sí, aquí hay una referencia :)]. Sinopsis: Seiji Komori siempre ha sabido que Yui es especial, desde el momento en que la encontró en lo profundo del bosque. 

Historia que estás ansiosa de publicar. Vuelta de tuerca | MaleYui/Ayato. Sinopsis: Ayato está aburrido, por lo tanto, va a importunar al mortal que mantiene cautivo su familia. 

Había eliminado el fanfic, pero realmente quiero terminarlo porque no creo que nadie más escriba los temas/detalles/contexto que pondré y mucho menos juntos, no porque sean súper originales, sino porque no quedan del todo con los vampiros [no con los de DL específicamente, sino en general vampiros, lo que quiero usar va más con los hombres lobo], pero de algún modo haré que ese semi AU funcione, sí, semi AU [aunque más por ciertos detalles]. En resumen el fanfic será una combinación entre el canon de DL, Omegaverse, Genderbend [aparece MaleYui, sin embargo por el contexto que le daré a Yui también aparece como mujer en el pasado/recuerdos, mientras que en el presente es hombre], brujas, parejas más o menos crack, equilibrio de la Tierra + origen de especies. 

Un poco de lo que se alcanzó a publicar antes de morir [cof cof ser eliminado cof cof]:

— ¿Ella te ha vuelto a molestar? —El cabello rubio está sucio y hay un pequeño rastro de sangre que se extiende por todo el pecho y más abajo del humano. Está cerca, Ayato no sabe en qué momento acorto la distancia entre los dos, traga nervioso y la manzana se resbala de sus dedos. No puede cometer el mismo error otra vez, incluso cuando el mortal ha deslizado más allá de los barrotes una de sus manos (con rastros de tierra, pero aún más bellas y grandes que las de Ayato), en una especie de invitación silenciosa para entrelazarse. 

“No, no voy a caer”. 

—No es de tu incumbencia —En su lugar responde hosco, toma precaución y comienza a caminar hacia la salida, no sin antes oír a Yui decir: 

—Nunca lo es ¿verdad?

Eso sería todo, volví a extenderme pero divagar también es divertido. Toca etiquetar a personas pero no conozco quiénes tienen un tumblr, solo sé sobre una autora específicamente que si bien ya no escribe tan enfocada en DL, aún tiene unas historias en progreso y ella fue como mi salvación, ya que suele escribir de cosas y parejas que me llaman la atención en DL, etiqueto a @dsoubezarius​ ♡

Umbridge’s detention:

(Slytherin!Na Jaemin x Reader) (Gender neutral) (Hogwarts AU!)

SO since I’m desperate for attention, since a lot of people seemed to enjoy my short “imagine” of this I decided to do a longer version, what do you even call these?? Drables ??? Well whatever it is enjoy!

Warnings: Angst (?) and Umbridge’s quill.

Okay, to put a long story short: I put a whole bag of jellybeans up my ass you got detention by the new and very annoying teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts, Umbridge.

Basically, you had stood up for your beliefs and got yourself detention, you didn't even know that was against the rules like what???

When Harry Potter had criticized the new way of learning DADA (which was everything but helpful) you were one of the few to agree with him audibly.

When he also explained that Lord Voldemort was back and Umbridge simply had brushed him off like he was a 4-year-old child who was crying bc there wasn't any ice cream left, you became furious.

You stood up for him and that's how you ended up in detention.

When you delivered the news to your boyfriend, Na Jaemin, he was shocked to hear it since you never really got in serious trouble mostly bc getting away with almost anything lol

He asked you what happened and after you explained everything to him he was almost as mad as you.

You convinced him that it was nothing to worry about since it was only detention and you would get back soon.

He low key blushed when you kissed him on the cheek before leaving even though he was used to it he's just a soft boi.

When you reached the empty DADA classroom you saw Harry walk out of her office.

You walked up to him and were about to greet him when you saw his right hand clutching his left one hard.

”Harry, are you alright?”

”Y/n, you can't go in there! She’ll-”

Harry never got to finish the sentence as Umbridge opened the door, but you knew that whatever he was warning you about you would find out about it in a very near future.

”Right this way, Miss/Mr. (or just L/n if you don't prefer to categorize yourself, I love you no matter what tho) L/n.” She added a mocking giggle at the end.

You gave Harry a reassuring smile and walked up the stairs into the way-too-pink office.

Right as you sat down she said that you were going to just write some lines ’easy enough, ’ you thought and reached for your bag to pick up a quill and ink.

She stopped you right away, her smile was sweet but there was something sinister about it, like she was going to enjoy it.

”You’ll be using a special quill that is required for this particular detention,” She said and handed you a black quill.

The black quill gave you a weird vibe but brushed it off, assuming it was from your dislike of her.

You asked her about the ink and she replied that you wouldn't need any.

”You shall be writing ’I shall not support untruths’ repeatedly until the message get into your brain properly” She said.

When you began to write you felt an uncomfortable feeling in your free hand, you ignored it until it began to burn.

You watched in horror as the words you were writing slowly was carved into your free hand with blood.

You looked at your completely calm teacher before collecting your things and rushing out of the office.

When you arrived at your quiet common room you sat on one of the armchairs and picked up your wand.

”Ferula, ” Small bandages wrapped around your hand.

You went to sleep after that knowing that Jaemin was going to be absolutely pissed.

The next day, everyone asked you about your hand. You simply told everyone that it was an accident and you had accidentally tripped and hurt your hand, some believed you some didn't but no one pushed the conversation further.

Jaemin was watching you the whole day, he knew you were lying and he was determined to find out what had actually happened.

After your last class, you were walking to the library to get some extra studying done.

Suddenly an arm grabbed you out of nowhere and pulled you inside one of the empty classrooms.

And you had been right, he was pissed.

”Why are you lying about what happened to your hand?” He asked, a little harshly.

”Because I didn't want to make a scene, ” You answered.

He turned around and looked at you softly, it was one of those looks that only Jaemin had when he looked at you.

”You’ll tell me the truth, right?” He asked with puppy eyes.

”If you promise not to make a scene, ” You smiled.

And then you told him everything.

You undid the bandages on your hand to confirm that it was the truth.

For a few brief seconds, Jaemin was quiet and looked down at your hand in horror.

The blood hadn't dried since yesterday and the wound still looked fresh, ”I shall not support untruths.”

Jaemin looked up at you with a stone cold look and for a millisecond you thought that he was mad at you.

”I’m going to murder that fucking-”

”Jaemin!”

You were forced to stop him from walking out and heading towards Umbridge’s office.

”You can't go to her! She’ll think that she's gotten to me.” You said.

Your unharmed hand was pressed flatly against his chest and you looked at each other, fighting for who was right.

Jaemin eventually admitted defeat but was still looking angry.

”Look what that-that monster did to you!” Jaemin was almost lost for words.

He gently grabbed the wounded hand and caressed it softly.

Jaemin brought the hand up to his soft lips and gave you knuckles a few kisses while still keeping eye contact with you oof.

”I love you, ” He mumbled against the smooth skin of your hand.

He pulled you in for a hug, it was one of those hugs that made you feel safe. His strong arms wrapped around your torso, keeping you close to his warm chest as he breathed slowly and kissed the side of your head while muttering ”I love you, ”

His kissed travelled down towards your face and he kissed along the side before finally ending up at your lips.

The kiss was soft, he was afraid to hurt you. You swayed back and forth with gentle movements as your lips worked against each other.

When you pulled away he leaned his forehead against yours and muttered a final ”I love you, ”

”You’re going to let me beat her ass eventually, right?”