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sitp-recs · 3 years

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Hello! I've been suffering from the worst case of January blues. Do you happen to have any recs for light and fun and feel-good fics? Bonus points if they're smutty too. Thanks ❤️

Hello darling! I feel you on those January blues, it’s been a slow start for me too. I hope these will help, they never fail to make me smile and always leave me warm and fuzzy afterwards :)

Sun Stroke by @peachpety (2020, E, 3.8k)

Draco, Harry, and a handful of friends take a summer holiday at the beach. With the help of a sultry sea setting, encouraging friends, and a fisherman’s jumper, Harry and Draco's mutual attraction swells and things get hot on a salty summer night.

(Un)Calculated Risk by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (2017, E, 7k)

He thought about the way Harry looked at him, smiled at him; about the way Draco’s head was nearly always full of him, all day every day, and about the way Draco sometimes deliberately went to bed still smelling of him, refusing to acknowledge what it meant – because he already fucking knew what it meant. What all of it meant. And then Draco decided, fuck it, he was going to risk it. They were going to risk it together, Harry and Draco.

Play Dates by @bixgirl1 (2017, E, 7.7k)

Harry never thought seeing Malfoy as a dad would affect him this way.

Born Slippy by @dracoladon (2020, E, 8k)

Harry finds that it's less 'one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor' and more 'one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, decide Malfoy's quite fit, actually, and decent company after your friends traitorous abandonment, floor.' With Malfoy lying next to you.

check this hand 'cause I'm marvelous by @lqtraintracks (2014, E, 8k)

Harry's had a crush on Malfoy for months now. But it will take a bar full of his friends, some Firewhisky, wagers made on his behalf, and Malfoy himself to get him to act on it.

Sex Ed for Aurors by curiouslyfic (2010, M, 8.7k)

Some things, you need to learn on the job.

The Full Monty by @magpiefngrl (2017, E, 9.8k)

Harry poses for a naked Auror calendar and Draco goes batshit crazy with lust.

Aural Gratification by birdsofshore (2014, E, 10k)

Harry's not gay – he just likes listening to exciting stories about Aurors. It's not his fault that the narrator's voice is so smooth, so expressive... and really rather hot. Career choices: Harry: Ministry of Magic desk job; Draco: m/m romance narrator

Sweet Indulgence by @the-sinking-ship (2020, E, 10k)

It doesn't matter that Marcy from Accounting is dancing on the tables, Shacklebolt is wearing antlers, and Elliot from Transportation is on his third round of Mariah Carey on karaoke because all the free champagne in the world won't salvage the Ministry Christmas party for Draco if Potter doesn't show up soon.

Title of Their Sex Tape by @cibeewastaken (2020, T, 12k)

What are the Wizarding world's most elite law enforcers doing when they aren't catching criminals? It seems Auror Malfoy is often caught throwing food into Auror Potter's mouth when he's mid-yawn. This story isn't about Draco throwing food at Harry. What it does have is: Undercover! Heists! Draco pining for Harry! Harry being oblivious, but also can't help noticing how good Draco smells! Banters and jokes! That's about it.

Kill, Fuck, Marry by @lettersbyelise (2018, E, 12.6k)

Malfoy leans toward him with a baleful look. “I do believe Pansy Parkinson, my best friend, paid you to spend the evening with me. It’s my birthday, Potter. So you’re going to get off your Gryffindor arse, and you’re going to dance with me. I want to dance. I want to win. I want that bloody trophy on my shelf before the end of the night.”

Harry and Draco unexpectedly meet again on Draco’s birthday, years after their last encounter.

An Act of Kindness for One Harry Potter by a Sympathetic Draco Malfoy by 0idontknow0 (2014, E, 15k)

As Draco leaned on the wall to wait for them to get dressed, he could not help feeling like he had done a very kind thing by disrupting them. Someone should give Potter a better rogering than that sorry sod had. The man had saved the bloody world—okay, mostly Europe—the least someone could do was give him a proper shag.

Reparatio by astolat (2016, E, 17k)

Draco snorted. “I’m not reduced to penury. I want something considerably beyond money, and I rather think you’re the only one can give it to me.”

“You want the Invisibility Cloak,” Harry said, flatly. He’d half expected as much; it was the only thing he had that Draco could want—

“Don’t be stupid, Potter,” Draco said. “I want my reputation back.”

amid this warm and steady sweetness by warmfoothills (2019, E, 21k)

Harry is not living in a period drama, no matter what his friends or his new house or Malfoy’s sudden affinity for horse-riding might suggest, and if one more person uses the word courting, he’s going to start hexing people.

Clouds That Veil the Midnight Moon by @drarrytrash (2020, E, 36k)

According to Harry’s personal narrative regarding the incident, he’d hooked up with Draco Malfoy for purely self-destructive reasons, or out of convenience, or by some unlucky accident. Looking at him, sprawled in the moonlight, Harry is devastated to recall that he’d hooked up with Draco Malfoy because he’s hot. Draco is a secret werewolf and Harry is doing his best and they've got criminals to catch, darn it.

The Four Ds of Apparition (or: Destination, Determination, Deliberation, and Dicks) by @eidheann and @firethesound (2015, E, 36k)

After transferring to the Apparition Department, Harry's life becomes one big dick joke. And all his friends are arseholes. So is Malfoy, but what else is new? AKA Harry Potter and the eighteen twenty dicks.

Bonus: sometimes art is the easiest way to make us smile and unwind! I can’t rec these beautiful comics enough, they’re among my favorite feel-good Drarry content:

Think about it, alright? by @caroll-in (2020, G)

Fed up with all the pining, Harry's friends decide to do a little "intervention". Meanwhile, Draco's friends have a similar idea.

Advent by dustmouth (2020, T)

It's Harry and Draco's first Christmas together and Draco is determined to live his full yuletide fantasy, come hell or high water.

#anon #asks #drarry reclist #January blues

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nonotnolan · 3 years

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Swappiversary

“Happy 10th Anniversary, babe!” I woke up to the sound of Justin’s voice as he threw open the bedroom curtains, allowing the sunshine to assist him in getting me out of bed.

“What are you talking about,“ I said, sitting upright. “Our anniversary isn’t for another two months.” My eyes blinked a few times, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. He’d pulled our old high school letter jackets out of storage-- I was surprised to see that his still fit, so presumably mine would as well? Still, it had been about ten years since I’d last worn it.

“Not our wedding anniversary,” he said, answering with the shy, reserved smile that I had fallen for all that time ago. “You know, the other anniversary.”

The penny dropped. “No shit, has it really been ten years since I stole Wyatt’s body?”

Justin sat down next to me on the bed, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Ten years to the day,” he said, resting his hand on my leg. “I know your old body was nothing special to look at, but I’ll always remember how funny it was to see a bunch of muscle-bound jocks piss themselves in fear whenever a thin, lanky kid decked out in Hot Topic gear yelled at them.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Man, those were the days. I’d be flayed alive if I tried to cast magic that carelessly and brazenly these days, but... well, those jerks deserved every hex I placed on them. Making them swap muscles with the kid they picked on for a day... shrinking their cocks until their groin was nothing but smooth skin... turning them into statues to make them miss practice and have to face the ire of Coach Franklin... those were the days.”

“But you never tormented anyone unless they deserved it,” Justin said. “It was so... nice, knowing that East High had a vigilante hero who looked out for all of the geeks, queers, and outcasts of the school. So much so that when I... when I started to learn things about myself, it made perfect sense to tell that person my secrets.”

“God, and I was so happy that you felt comfortable telling me your secrets,” I said, rubbing my hand across the back of his blond hair, feeling the razor buzz against my fingers. “My heart pounded every time I thought about you, though I didn’t dare dream of us as a couple. Just the thought of us having anything in common seemed ridiculous. But when I heard that Wyatt was planning to out you in front of the whole town at Homecoming... I knew that I had to do something.”

“And sure, stealing Wyatt’s body wasn’t purely selfless,” Justin said, cutting off my common protest. “But muscles and status aside, you were still willing to throw away your old life for me. And it took a lot of courage to change your announcement and come out of the closet yourself instead. Don’t sell yourself so short. I can’t imagine having the nerves to do that in front of so many people.”

I smiled. “Well, for you? It was worth it. Our first dance together, as King and King of Homecoming... I was so happy that you said yes. Especially since I told about what I had done in the locker room after the game, and you immediately helped me find Wyatt’s home to prepare for the dance instead of judging me or shaming me...”

“It was the least I could do,” Justin said, smiling back. “Granted, I’m perfectly happy never living through those weeks again. No one dared to bully the top jock around for being gay, but... convincing everyone that you were really Wyatt was a full time job.”

“Tell me about it,” I said, thinking back to the number of short-term memory wipe spells I had needed to cast on Wyatt’s family. “Not to mention having to tell my family what I had done. I thought my mother was going to lose it when she found out I couldn’t re-enter my old body. But now that we’re older, living here... together, with you... it was worth it. You complete me.”

Justin responded with a deep kiss. “I’m happy you think that I’m worth it, and I’m happy to be here with you. Anyway, come on. The weather’s nice out, and I wanted to go out in our letter jackets and recreate some photos.”

#male body swap #male body theft #after the swap

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marmosa · 4 years

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oi, is it hot in here?

Fred x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: none

A/N: my best friend came over yesterday and showed me a snippet of one of her george fics and then immediately hyped me up to write this one. girls and gays i present the aquamenti spell, enjoy ;) (this is so out of pocket, could you tell i was going thru it). also if anyone wants more george content please let me know, i’m a fred girl through and through, but i have no shame in showing some love to george <3

***

“Fred, just because we’re allowed to legally use magic now, doesn’t mean we’re legally obliged to,” [y/n] mumbled, flat out glaring at him as he pouted at her from across the library table, trying once again to convince her to duel with him.

“Just because we’re not required to, doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be tons of fun. Come on [y/n], you know just as well as I do that you’re dying to try out some new spells,” Fred pleaded, reaching across the table and pushing the book she was using to shield her face from his relentless puppy dog eyes down.

“Even so Weasley, you’re going to get yourself in a spot of trouble you’re not going to know how to get out of. Just because I play coy doesn’t mean I wouldn’t absolutely smoke your arse if we did duel,” she hummed surely, straightening her posture to emphasize her sudden breath of confidence.

“Win? I doubt that,” Fred shrugged, leaning back in his chair, a mischievous idea bubbling to the surface of his mind, “No, you’re not bold enough to win.”

“I- me? Not bold enough?” [y/n] sputtered, incredibly offended at his insinuation but still trying her best to stand her ground, “I know what you’re trying to do y’know and I know you’re also full of shit. You wouldn’t last a second against me.”

Fred glanced over at her, a smartass look on his face, “I think I could last at least two seconds, maybe five, maybe six, maybe a million, but you’re too much of a stick in the mud to find out.”

“I’m not a stick in the mud, I’m just smart enough to not let myself get dragged into your chaos- as fun as it is sometimes,” [y/n] mumbled the last bit, trying not to inflate his ego anymore than he needed, despite feeling no shame in admitting that his antics were usually paired with an inescapable rush of adrenaline.

“Yeah, whatever you say sweetheart,” Fred rolled his eyes, missing the quick crack in [y/n]’s composure at the pet name that practically rolled off his tongue with ease, “just don’t come crying to me when you get bored one afternoon and need someone to duel.”

[y/n] furrowed her brows and felt her competitive need finally snap, “Listen here you dim-wit, if you want a duel so bad you’ll get a duel, but don't you come crying to me when I hand you your arse on a silver-lined platter.”

Fred sat up excitedly, tapping his fingers against the table, “See, there’s that competitive [y/n] I was hoping for. I appreciate the threat, but you might want to save that fire for the duel, you’re gonna need it.”

“You’re a twat, you know that?” [y/n] grumbled, crossing her arms and sinking back into her chair.

“Only for you,” Fred winked, a shit-eating grin plaster on his face, “see you at the dueling grounds.”

“Yeah, yeah, get out of here,” [y/n] waved him off, biting back a smile.

***

“Aha! So you showed up in the end,” Fred cheered, dashing over and scooping [y/n] up in his arms, swinging her from side to side as she hung on for dear life.

As soon as he set her down she glared up at him like he’d just forced her to ride the worlds most dangerous roller coaster, “just because I was reluctant, doesn’t mean I’m a downer. I’m always true to my word Freddie.”

“Ahh,” He hummed low, crossing his arms and shrugging, tapping his chin inquisitively, “I suppose so. But what about that one time when you promised me that we’d go up to the tower and then you bailed-,”

“I had a potions exam to study for and my brain felt like it was melting, don’t you dare turn one on me. Last time I checked you were the one who bailed on me when we planned to go rob Filch of his-,” [y/n] started but was cut off when Fred pressed one of his hands against her mouth, shushing her with the other.

“You don’t want anyone to hear do you? That could get us in an enormous amount of trOUBLE- EW!” Fred hacked and jumped backwards, wiping his hand furiously against his jeans, “you’re a sick, sick woman.”

[y/n] grinned triumphantly, wiggling her eyebrows at his disgusted expression, “don’t lie, you loved it. Now come on, we came to duel, didn’t we?”

“You’re really testing my patience, [y/l/n],” Fred chuckled lowly, “but you’re right, get into position so I can completely ruin you.”

“I’d like to see you try,” [y/n] hummed, winking at Fred as she shuffled into her spot, drawing her wand and bobbing it in her hand.

The duel began and the two made no waste of time jumping at each other, throwing charm after hex at one another, testing out every single spell in their arsenal (well the one’s that wouldn’t painfully injure or kill either of them anyway). It was electric, the wild passion for their craft buzzing excitedly behind their eyes, present in the way they danced around each other, avoiding spells and quickly returning them.

[y/n] felt a laugh bubble out of her chest when Fred disarmed her, dashing off to retrieve her tool, ducking as he fired another spell right over the top of her head. Fred couldn’t help but follow suit in laughter as she turned around and flung a disarming spell of her own, managing to hit him and send his wand flying farther away than he probably would’ve liked.

“Come on now, [y/n], you wouldn’t harm a totally helpless boy,” Fred pleaded teasingly, inching to the side while trying to maintain eye-contact with her, mostly for his own safety than showmanship.

“I told you when we started this Weasley, I wasn’t going to go easy on you,” [y/n] called out, jerking out her arm, “Aquamenti!”

Water sprung forth from her wand, shooting directly at Fred and knocking him clean to the floor, positively soaking him from head to toe. He sat up immediately, his mouth hanging open in shock, still processing what entirely had just happened.

“I won,” [y/n] muttered, cheer surging through her in unexpected waves, “I won!”

“Shut up!” Fred groaned from his spot on the floor, pushing himself up off the floor, the cold slowly but surely seeping into his bones, “I don’t wanna hear it.”

[y/n] bit back a smug grin, crossing her arms across her chest and tipping her head back as if she had just won a crown far too heavy for her head, “Sorry, what was that about me losing?”

Fred glared back at her, his narrowed eyes nearly on the brink of being completely shut, “Shut. Up,” he repeated, enunciating his pauses.

“Aww, is someone sad with the outcome,” [y/n] cooed, spinning around to face him as soon as she had retrieved his wand, her triumphant spirit being shoved aside as a more uncomfortable emotion took hold.

“Shut up and hand me my wand ya git,” Fred mumbled, snatching his wand back from her, “we get it, you won.”

[y/n] couldn’t help the heat that was crawling up her neck, suddenly hyperaware of the situation she was currently in. Why’d she chose that spell? Why’d she chose that spell in this random room, away from others, when he was wearing a crisp white dress shirt that was now clinging to him like a second skin- god she could see so much.

Fred glanced over at her with creased brows, confused at the sudden spot of silence, wondering what had gotten little miss triumphant to go so quiet. When he saw her shuffling through her book bag, an amused little smile wormed its way onto his face- oh he was going to have fun with this.

“Why so quiet all of a sudden, sweetheart?” Fred drawled, biting back a grin at the way she tensed her shoulders.

“No particular reason, just felt bad about rubbing in my victory s’all,” [y/n] replied, still shuffling through her bag for a, uh, pack of gum she could have sworn she had had earlier.

“You? Feel bad? About a dueling victory against me? Sounds like a lot of rubbish to me,” He shook his head, grabbing her shoulder and tugging her to her feet, “There’s something else.”

[y/n]’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, straining to avoid glancing down at his toned chest, “There is absolutely nothing else. Scout’s honor.”

Fred sported a smug grin as he leaned down to be eye level with her, his eyes raking over her face, noting her balled up fists shaking at her sides and her abnormally wide eyes, “Are you sure, you look awfully tense.”

“I’m not tense,” she waved him off, feeling near the verge of combustion trying to control herself. It didn’t particularly help that he was staring at her like that while her mind raced through the hundreds of ways this interaction could go, her heart hammering in her chest at the suggestiveness of her thoughts.

“Come on, you can tell me, I won’t say anything out of line,” he bargained, trying his best to coax her out of whatever dumb act she was playing at.

“Again, I am completely fine,” she reassured him, rocking on the balls of her feet, trying to subtly put some space between them.

“I’m not so sure that’s true,” Fred lilted, titling his head to the side slightly, “what, is something about me bothering you?”

[y/n] felt her stomach drop, so he did know, of course he knew, she wasn’t particularly inconspicuous about her dilemma, but she refused to let up now, “There is nothing about you that’s bothering me, Freddie.”

“Oh, so what I’m hearing is that you like what you see?” he teased, darting his tongue out to wet his lips.

“I-wait, now hold a minute-,” she began only to lose her voice as he backed her into one of the many pillars in that room, her palms pressing flat against the cool stone.

“See, I still don’t quite believe you,” he whispered, pressing his forearm over her head, placing the other on his hip as the water he’d been drenched in had practically sealed his pockets shut.

“And why not?” [y/n] struggled to maintain her composure, her resolve diminishing by the second.

“Because someone who’d didn’t like the view wouldn’t be staring at it so plainly,” He concluded, shamelessly eyeing her up and down.

[y/n] didn’t know if she wanted to curl up into a ball and die or yank him down by his collar and let him absolutely ravish her then and there, her mind was too clouded to pick one. Luckily, Fred seemed to be significantly more level-headed than she currently, which meant he made no waste of time taking the reigns of the situation.

“So, what if I did agree with you what then,” [y/n] muttered, looking down at her shoes, trying her best to avoid his piercing gaze.

“I’d say that you’re in luck because,” he placed his hand under her chin and tipped it back upwards, forcing her to look at him, “I’m enjoying my view just as much.”

“Well then, what’re you gonna do about it?” she quipped, shamelessly darting her eyes between his eyes and lips.

“I’d say kiss you, but only if you want it,” he replied, moving his hand up to cup her cheek.

“I do. I do want it, please Fred,” she pleaded, not even caring if she sounded desperate anymore, throwing her pride to the wind.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Fred leaned down and captured her lips in a heated kiss, his hand finding its way to the small of her back, pressing her off the pillar and into him. It quickly became something desperate, longing, all their pent up tension finally spilling out of their overfilled cup. [y/n] felt up his chest, smiling to herself as she concluded that it did feel as nice as it looked.

He made quick work of hoisting her up, linking his arms under her thighs and pressing her back against the wall, relishing in finally being able to touch her the way he so desperately wanted to for all those years. She did the same, tangling her fingers into the wet hairs at the nape of his neck, basking in the warmth coming from him despite his soaking wet clothing.

“Do you want to stop?” Fred asked softly, pressing a few soft kisses to her jaw and neck, “we don’t have to go any further.”

“As lovely as continuing sounds,” she breathed, smoothing his hair out of his face, “I don’t think we’re geared for that right now. And you need to get changed of those clothes before you catch a cold.”

“Good lord you sound like my mother,” Fred groaned, knocking his forehead on her shoulder.

“Did you really just bring up your mother right now,” [y/n] asked incredulously, wiggling her way out of his grip and back onto her own two feet, “that’s weird man.”

“I wouldn’t have if you didn’t bring up my need of a change of clothes!” Fred exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air to emphasize his point, “Besides, who’s fault is that?”

“Someone stupid probably,” [y/n] shrugged, picking up her robes and tossing them square at him, “wear those so you don’t get colder, if someone asks, you took a dip in the lake.”

“That’s even more unbelievable than just telling someone straight up what we were doing,” Fred replied, flat out, pulling on the robes that we’re obviously too short for him.

“Well too bad, loser of the duel has to follow the winner’s rules,” [y/n] shrugged, offering him a smug smile.

“Can we go back to a couple minutes ago when I’d managed to shut you up?” Fred quipped, crossing his arms as he pouted at her.

“Nope, no can do, you kissed me Weasley which means I have nothing more to be embarrassed about,” [y/n] sang, taking his hands and swinging them along with hers.

“Well I take it back!”

“Please no,” she frowned, sinking her shoulders.

Fred sighed and pulled her into a hug, his words muffled against her hair as he mumbled softly, “I could never say no to that face.”

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x [y/n]#fred weasley imagines #harry potter #[y/n]#hogwarts #mar writes

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casualmaraudering · 4 years

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I saw your old post about “James Potter would kill for Remus” and it made me remember that their friendship is R E A L L Y underrated. Do you have any hcs involving them?

of course I do dear anon, I'm always up for some quality James & Remus friendship

Remus presses all of James's motherly buttons. the boy forgets to eat, drink, doesn't sleep right, he's just a mess, and it gives James an aneurysm every time

James is the one who wakes Remus early enough so Rem can still get some breakfast (cause, if he wakes up by himself, contrary to popular belief, Remus will get up five minutes before classes) - he's replaced by Sirius later cause Sirius is also an early riser, and he ends up sleeping in Rem's bed through all of 7th year, so it's just more convenient

James often will bring snacks too - Remus, if caught up in something, won't get up for hours, and he's not even aware of being hungry. James just periodically pushes snacks towards him and Remus eats them without realising

if it wasn't for James, Remus would accidentally fall asleep in his binder at least three times a week. sometimes he's just too tired/lazy to take his clothes off and James has to nudge him until he takes it off

they actually bond over both of them having a crush on Lily in fifth year. James isn't really that jealous - it's nice to have someone to talk to about it, since Sirius is really awkward about talking to girls (in mids of his gay awakening and all)

Remus is very sleepy the few days after the full, and his secretly favourite place to nap is James's bed. James has the softest pillows somehow

Remus teaches James (& Sirius) all about various Muggle trinkets, especially during the summer

often enough, actually, they'd hang out by themselves cause Sirius isn't allowed to visit over the summer before he ran away. so a lot of the times, James would visit the Lupins and go crazy about Mrs Lupin's car or even the microwave

the pride on James's face when he successfully brewed coffee 'the muggle way', you should have seen it

James's dad is a professional potioneer, ofc. James spends a lot of time in his lab, asking him about either potions about werewolves, or gender changes. "out of curiosity" he says, but I mean. he's not exactly subtle. I wouldn't be surprised if his parents knew everything there is to know about all of his friends

when James visited once, Remus took him to the fair that was in town. and that day he was the first, and only one of James's friends, to learn that James is terrified of clowns (it's not like James knew what clowns were before that). they agreed not to speak about it any more, and Remus just bought them far too much cotton candy and they fucked around doing nothing all day

Remus doesn't miss a Quidditch practice. He's not interested in the sport at all, but he knows James likes the reassurance of his friends being there.

similarly, Remus always lets James ramble about tactics. Remus doesn't understand shit, and James knows. James just likes to talk to Remus, and Remus likes the sound of James's voice as background noise

sometimes they'll sneak out of the dorms late at night and drink hot chocolate in the kitchens - usually a day or two before the full, when Remus can't sleep

James is convinced only Remus knows how to properly make tea. it doesn't taste quite as good when anyone else makes it

Remus pierced one of James's ears once at night in 6th year (totally not cause Lily mentioned boys look cute in earrings)

Lily used to think Remus talks about James a lot to try and get her to date him but nah. Remus just talks about James a lot

they bond over their mutual hate of raisins. sometimes there's full on battles in the dorms cause Sirius and Peter like them and James and Remus aggressively hate them

Remus looses most of his own shit but somehow he's aware of where James's glasses are at all times

James, unlike Sirius, knows when Remus can handle himself. Sirius is ready to throw hands whenever anyone offends Remus. James, on the other hand, lets Rem handle it. he only steps in when he sees someone's words Really hit him deep. then you're fucked

on the other hand, Remus has many fun hexes dedicated to people who like to talk shit about James. & no one ever suspects him cause he's a prefect

Remus really likes to steal James's sweatshirts cause they always smell a bit nicer than anyone else's laundry, for some reason

Remus bought James a salt lick for his birthday once. many people have licked it since then (Remus himself included)

#no one can resit a salt lick ok #remus lupin #james Potter #sirius black #the marauders #my tag #headcanon tag #ask tag #anon tag #trans remus #James and Remus deserve all the good things

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choruscas · 4 years

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memories

based on 12x11 when dean loses his memory.

please let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list! i would love for people to be added onto one, so you can get notified whenever my short stories come out!

Dean doesn't remember crushing on the trench-coated angel, but he did.

It was all a blur to him. Each memory slowly faded away, until Sam reminded him that they had an angel as a best friend. He was so surprised by that statement and wouldn't stop talking about him. The whole angel info and angel mojo was such a brand new thing to him, that he wanted to look and research more. He asked Sam millions of questions and his younger brother would simply reply with a few words.

"Ooh, what does he look like? Is he like seven feet tall and like a guardian angel?" Dean chuckled, he pat Sam's arm with the back of his hand. "No, no, no. He's like that one angel guy... God, what's his name? He's based off of that detective-"

"Constantine?" Sam rolled his eyes for approximately the forty-seventh time.

Dean snapped his fingers, the slight memory of him watching the show coming back to him. "Yes! Great job. Constantine. I bet he looks like him, but tougher." Dean chuckled.

Sam rolled his eyes as they continued trekking through the dark woods. He got annoyed with the whole witching situation, and how Dean got hexed by some random witch. Dean claimed he had no idea what had happened, and that everything that had happened that night was a whirr of white. Dean had tried to convince him he'll be fine, but trying to name different objects was difficult, even naming all the members of Bon Jovi circa 1983 was extremely hard. He couldn't even remember the name of a lamp, calling it a 'light stick' instead.

Before they went to the woods, Sam had called Rowena for help, asking her what they would have to do. She simply replied they had to kill the witch that had roofied him. Dean was even surprised that witches even existed, let alone monsters, ghosts and demons. Dean kept asking Sam questions which annoyed him even more, with each question and each sentence, the younger one got more irritated and the older one was losing his memory.

Dean's best friend was an angel! Isn't that insane? Wow, a messenger of God. Wait, did God even exist? Dean couldn't remember, but he knew that angel's were good, and they were friends with one, so all angels were good, right?

When they got back at the hotel, Dean was exhausted. He wanted to just lay down and continue forgetting about the bad things in the world. But the forgotten memory of the angel kept bugging him, he wanted to remember who he was, but he couldn't. He didn't even know what his name was, nor who he was. All that he knew was that he was an angel, which he guessed was good.

Dean practically jumped on the bed, and as he landed, the bed shook with force. He crossed his arms over his stomach and tried to sleep as Sam was sitting on the desk, writing something down with a pen and paper. Dean looked up in the sky and counted sheep, he counted up to nine but forgot what was next, he shook his head and laid it down to try to sleep, using a different method.

Damn, was sleeping always this hard? Dean had to have remembered how to sleep. It was easy. Just close your eyes and bam, easier done than said. Or was it, easier said than done? That didn't matter. What mattered was Dean's beauty sleep that he couldn't seem to get.

Sam had finished writing and he went on his phone, texting somebody to ask for help. Dean could hear the beeping and chiming of the phone and he slightly grunted to try to get himself to sleep. None of the methods worked which made him mad, sleeping was supposed to be easy and the highlight of his whole day.

A flutter of wings made Dean snap his eyes open.

"Sam, you called?" the man asked, who was all of the sudden standing in the middle of the room, looking at his brother and gesturing his arms outward. His voice was deep and he sounded angry.

"God, Cas. Thank you for coming." Sam replied, looking up at... Cas.

Sam stood up, putting his phone down on the counter and he hugged the angel. Dean was still laying down on the bed, watching the both of them intently. The man who had just fucking zapped himself in the middle of the room surprised Dean greatly. He was wearing a long, light tan trench coat that was wrinkled in the back. And when he turned back around to look at Dean, he saw his face and the rest of his body.

Damn! He was smoking hot. His hair was dark and ravenous, sticking out in different places as if he just woke up. He had painted azure blue eyes that stared at Dean with keenness. He tilted his head, his slight tan skin shined through the daylight of the blinds that were covering the window. Dean's eyes slowly faded down to his chest, and he was wearing a blue striped tie that wasn't fixed correctly, and it was lopsided.

Dean licked his lips looking at the smokin' hot man. Phew! Good lord, he was a cutie. And Dean couldn't stop staring at him.

"Hello, Dean." the angel said contently.

Oh shit! He knew his name, too!

Dean felt like he knew the man, but he couldn't quite get his finger on it. The angel was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, and Dean stood up, walking toward him. The guy was so fucking familiar but all Dean could remember last was that he got some ice from a machine, and then other than that, nothing. He knew his own name, who Sam was, but that was really it. Then, he couldn't fathom anything else. Everything he ever knew was honestly a blur to him, yet he still told Sam he was fine.

He stood up from the bed, the soft mattress squeaking from the lost weight. Sam was standing in the background, looking very confused, and when Dean looked back at Castiel, the same dumbfounded expression.

"Well, damn." Dean said, opening his mouth a little. He shifted weight to his other foot. The man was numb-fucking gorgeous.

Dean's eyes flickered from the bright eyes down to his plump, pink lips. He still had his head tilted serenely, looking bewildered. Dean had never acted so lustfully around the angel before. There had been times before where their "profound bond" had overcome them, and they had stared with such passion that it seemed like the rest of the world didn't exist, that it had all stopped spinning. Castiel liked Dean, very much so. But he knew that he liked to bottle up emotions, and not tell anybody about them.

It wasn't healthy, but it was what Dean did. But now, since Dean had forgotten to hide, forgotten to bottle them up, he felt like he could be free to do anything. And so he did, by doing this very thing.

Dean reached his hand and pulled on Castiel's tie, tugging him closer until both of their chests touched. Cas grunted in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows together. Dean smirked, looking lustfully at the angel, their faces about three inches away from each other.

"Son of a bitch..." Dean muttered, "where have you been all my life?"

Sam was standing aside, his jaw dropped. He looked at Dean, then at Cas, then at Dean, then back at Cas. He was so surprised at what Dean had just said. It was like a cat took his tongue and scratched it up, put it in a blender and shoved it back in his mouth, he was that speechless.

Cas looked down at their feet that were almost touching, his face blossoming with blushes. He didn't know what to say, until Dean planted a small peck on Castiel's cheek. Chills ran from Castiel's face down to his spine and he jerked his head up, looking at the Dean who had just pecked him on his left cheek.

"Oh my god!" Sam literally shrieked.

Dean had just kissed an angel. Castiel. His guardian angel for the past decade, his crush for the past decade. Cas backed up, getting out of Dean's grip as he cupped his face with his hand. Dean didn't have a reaction, just a glowing blush. Dean had no idea that he had just kissed him, and that it was not the greatest thing. Well, it certainly wasn't a bad thing for Castiel, but once Dean gets his memory back, he'll be so mad at himself he won't know what to do.

"Dean." Cas spoke out, practically shaking with nervousness. None of them knew what to do. Dean was clueless, Castiel, feeling a frisson of excitement was taking tiny steps back, and Sam was in the corner, debating on whether he should record this breathtaking moment or not.

"Dean you kissed me!" the angel spat out, still fucking flabbergasted.

"I know." Dean replied.

"You kissed me." Castiel repeated, then he smiled. He felt a feeling he hadn't felt in a while.

Castiel had feelings for Dean ever since he raised him out of perdition. He saw his pure soul, and saw how perfect he was. When he first met him, he had this schoolgirl crush on Dean. Yet, throughout the years, his crush grew into intent love. He fell in love with Dean, just watching him. He felt like he didn't belong in the Winchester group, but he still imagined a day where Dean actually liked Cas.

Yet, this whole time, Dean felt the same thing. Cas lunged himself forward, putting his arms around Dean and kissed him so passionately that Dean almost fell backwards onto the foot of the bed, almost hurting himself from the impact. Dean melted into the kiss immediately, feeling the taste of his plump lips, and they were even better than what Dean had imagined they felt like.

Sam almost widened his eyes so hard they almost fell out of his sockets. He was watching his older brother and his close angel friend practically inhaling each other's breath. He was horrified, yet he fucking knew it. He knew Dean was bisexual! He knew the angel was gay, too, though.

Hell to the fucking yeah.

"GET A ROOM!" Sam booed through his hands, laughing at his dumbass joke. Yet no one laughed with him, damn.

But they didn't listen. Dean was grabbing fistfuls of Cas' trench coat, trying to pull him in as close as he could. And they did exactly that. Sam just shook his head, got the keys to the Impala and left the motel room, letting the door shut on its own. Sam went into the Impala and started the ignition, he looked at the window where the blinds weren't shut all the way and saw that they both reached the bed together.

Oh boy. Sam was gonna come back much later, just in case.

It went on for about... who knows how long. Not long enough, apparently, because they weren't stopping. Cas' hands eventually found themselves underneath Dean's shirt, trying to unbuckle his belt. Dean shrugged off Castiel's trench coat, letting it fall to the floor. Dean honestly had no idea what was going on, but he loved it. Castiel did too, every single second. They both knew that the day would come, it would've had to have just happened in the heat of the moment, where both of their emotions were vulnerable and spiraled out of control.

After they made out for approximately two centuries, they had to stop because Dean was tired. Lazy ass. They were laying next to each other on the bed, the mattress heaving beneath them because of the over-maximized weight limit the bed could support. Dean was holding Cas' soft hand, rubbing circles on his thumb.

"Are you glad this happened, Dean?" the former asked, looking over at the blond man. He was laying down next to him, his hand extended upward, behind his neck, while his other hand was still softly gripping Cas' hand.

"Yeah I did." he replied, breathing out and smiling. "But who is Dean?"

#destiel #deancas #oneshot #ficlet

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alindakb · 4 years

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Letters to my Parents - Sunday 20 February 1994 - by Alinda

Sunday 20 February 1994

Dear mom and dad,

My Patronus lessons aren’t going as great as I would like. Draco has no problem conjuring his Patronus. The Tigress is beautiful and always drives the Dementor away. I, on the other hand, are only capable of producing an indistinct, silvery shadow that won’t do anything. It just makes the Dementor hover in place, draining me until I almost pass out. Draco gives me disappointing looks after each lesson. I think he knows that I secretly desire to hear your voices again. Professor Lupin is really proud of both of us. He told me that it’s a huge achievement for a thirteen-year-old wizard to produce an indistinct Patronus. He had complete confidence in me, that I would be okay during the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw. Well, I was, but not thanks to my Patronus, no it was Draco that saved me.

Professor Lupin told us about the Dementor’s Kiss. I don’t think he really wanted to, but I asked him what was under the hood of a Dementor. When a Dementor kisses you it sucks out your soul. It sounds horrible. You won’t be dead, just soulless. You’ll have no more sense of self or any memories. And your soul will be lost forever. Hermione once said something about the importance of souls, that our magic is connected to our souls somehow. I can’t remember it correctly anymore. Lupin said that the Ministry plans to give Sirius Black the Dementor’s Kiss when they find him. I told Lupin he deserves it. Lupin was really shocked when I said that. Draco took my hand and squeezed it tightly then, forcing me to shut my mouth. I was not supposed to know about how Black had betrayed both of you.

That same day I also got my hands again on my Firebolt. Professor Snape told us that there was nothing wrong with it at all and that I have a very good friend somewhere. I couldn’t believe it when it was in my hands again. Draco was stroking the twigs at the end, just as in awe as me. We took it down into our common room. The moment I stepped inside I was flooded by people wanting to see my Firebolt. Marcus asked if he could just touch it, to know that it’s really real. Adrian was sure we would win from Ravenclaw now with no problem since they are all on Cleansweep Sevens. It took forever, with the Firebolt being passed around and admired from every angle by the crowd before Draco and I could get to our dormitory.

Madam Hooch, who’s still overseeing our practices to make sure I don’t get killed, was also impressed with the Firebolt and gave us her professional opinion. She kept on going on about different brooms until Marcus asked if I could get my broom back so we could practice. Marcus informed us that Cho Chang was fit enough again to play as seeker in the game and that me being gay was a great advantage. I won’t be distracted by her good looks. I think Marcus thinks she’s pretty. She’s a fourth-year, so maybe a little too young for him, but the entire team agrees he has the hots for her.

After Marcus his little speech I could finally mount my Firebolt. And it was better than I’d ever dreamed. It turns with the lightest touch and seems to obey my thoughts rather than my grip. It’s so fast that the stadium turned into a green-and-grey blur. It was so easy to catch the snitch now that I had a broom this amazing. The other members of the team also seemed inspired by the presence of the Firebolt and performed their best moves faultlessly. After I got the snitch for the third time I just hovered in the air to see Draco fly and practice his moves. Because I braid his hair only at the front it still sweeps behind him when he flies and he looks so beautiful when he does. I wanted to fly up to him and jump him right then and there.

I’ve been thinking about it, touching Draco, seeing him without his clothes. Ever since Christmas. And during our Valentines date, I found out he thought about it too. We had a lovely picnic beside the lake. Draco had managed to get an order in for picnic food from Hogsmeade. It was lovely. After we finished the food we took a walk around the lake until we ended up at the Quidditch changing rooms. Draco pushed me inside and we started snugging. And before I knew it Draco was pushing my sweater over my head and stroking his hands all over my bare torso. Well, I’m sure you don’t want to read all the details. It ended with Draco’s shirt on the ground too and his hand down my trousers, wrapped around me. Fuck, that felt good, to have his hands on me. I repaid him the favour after the match against Ravenclaw and I can say it’s just as hot as having his hands on me.

On the day of the match, Marcus placed my Firebolt on the breakfast table. Most students loved how the other house stared at it jealously. Marcus was most pleased with Wood’s disbelieved reaction. They are both so determent to win the cup this year it’s has become a dangerous rivalry. I believe professor Snape had to stop the two from fighting in his class the other day. Wood thinks it’s unfair I fly a Firebolt, that it gives Slytherin an unfair advantage. Diggory, the team captain of Hufflepuff is a lot nicer. He came by to congratulate me on my new broom. He even apologised again for not realising I fell off my broom when he caught the snitch in our last game. I told him it was fine as long as he would lose all his other games. He laughed and said he couldn’t promise anything.

Nott and Crabbe had to say so stupid things before the match, asked me if the new broom came with a parachute, just in case the Dementors come near me. Draco told them to shut their mouth and pulled out his wand. Adrian and Miles also took out their wants and said it would be fun to hex them back into the dungeons. I’ve heard that Nott wanted to try out for the team this year for the seeker position and was that he’s been angry about me getting the spot without any try-outs.

The game started out good. Lee Jordan, a friend of Fred and George was commenting and had to be reminded a couple of times to stop advertising the Firebolt and focus on the game instead. I just flew around, looking for the golden snitch. Chang was a good flier and followed me around the pitch. The most fun in the game was every time I passed Draco, seeing he was in possession of the Quaffle and he would blow me a small kiss. He scored the first goal of the game and most of the goals for Slytherin after that. He’s really the star of our team and I’m so proud of him.

It was hard to find the snitch. Every time I saw it and tried to go for it, either a Bludger or Chang would block my way. Marcus yelled at me to stop being a gentleman and just knock Chang of her broom. His crush completely forgotten. I followed his advice and did a nice dive, Chang followed me and struggled to get out of the dive when I did. Then I saw the snitch and accelerated towards it. Chang was falling far behind and I knew I was going to get it. Then Chang screamed and I looked around quickly. There were a couple of Dementors looking at me and without thinking I pulled out my wand to perform the Patronus charm, only Draco beat me and his beautiful Tigress charged at the Dementors. I turned back to the snitch, didn’t even wait to watch what would happen to the Dementors. I just wanted to win this match, so I reached out and grabbed the snitch. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and in seconds Draco’s mouth was on mine. He kissed me midair to loud chairs of all the Slytherins. I knew they chaired because we had won, but still, it was amazing. The rest of the team joined us in the air and they all hugged me. Marcus kept yelling that he knew the gay duo was the best.

When we got down to the ground the Slytherin supporters came sprinting towards us, all shouting and chairing. Blaise was so happy because he had a bet going with Luna on who would win. Professor Snape was also between the students and congratulated us on the win and told Draco he showed some proper spell work with his Patronus charm. His eyes kept flickering between me and Draco and it felt like he was worried. I said the Dementors didn’t even affect me this time and that’s when Professor Snape showed us who the Dementors had been. It was Wood, the team captain of Gryffindor, together with Nott and Crabbe. Professor McGonagall was shouting at them and gave them all detention. Unfortunately, she also took 100 points from our house because of it. When Marcus saw Wood struggling to remove himself from a long, black, hooded robe he just stormed away, screaming something about that Wood was a pussy for trying to sabotage the Slytherin team.

After that day, Nott and Crabbe avoid the common room and sit alone during meals. None of the other Slytherins like it that they almost destroyed our chances to win the Quidditch Cup this year. Draco says it’s deserved after everything they did to me, but I feel sorry for them. I know how hard it is when the rest of your house hates you. I hope everyone just forgets about it soon and things go back to normal.

On our way back to the castle Hermione came to congratulate us on our win. She told me her friendship with Ron is totally history now. She never wants to talk to Ron again. He accused her cat Crookshanks of eating his rat Scabbers. She had a whole speech for Draco and I that Ron has no proof that Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers and that Ron has been prejudiced against her cat ever since Crookshanks had landed on Ron’s head in the Magical Menagerie. When I later talked to Neville, he explained that Ron hasn’t found Scabbers as of yet and that he has solid proof. It turns out his sheet had blood on it, and Crookshanks’ hairs were found at the scene. I told Hermione that maybe Ron was right and she just yelled at me. That off course all of it was her fault and that I should just leave her alone. I think her massive workload is catching up with her. She didn’t even want to join the party we had after the Quidditch match, said she had to read a book for Muggle studies before Monday. So after our last Transfiguration lesson this week, I waited till everyone left the classroom and told Professor McGonagall that I’m worried about Hermione taking on to many classes. She said she would have a talk with Hermione and make sure she’s fine. I hope Hermione won’t hate me for looking out for her, I just miss my best friend. Remember that I was supposed to meet up with her after my last letter, well she never showed up. She had fallen asleep on her books in the Gryffindor common room.

The day after the match we heard that Black and broken into Gryffindor tower. He had torn Ron’s bed hangings. Neville told us all about it, said Black had a knife and that it was all his fault. He had lost the piece of paper with the passwords for that week and that is how Black had gotten into Gryffindor tower. He’s banned from any more Hogsmeade visits this year. I felt really sorry for him when he got a howler from his grandmother.

Ever since that night, there are more security measures. Filch is boarding up every little crack in the walls he can find. It’s kind of funny to watch. Also, we had a little meeting with our Slytherin friends. We didn’t invite Hermione and Luna, not sure if they will agree to help or even keep their mouth shut. We are working on a plan to find Black and give him the punishment he deserves. Daphne and Greg had some very good ideas and Blaise wondered if he could get some tips from his mother on how to best kill Black. Really, Blaise and his mom their relationship is a mystery to me. Who would ask his own mother on tips of how to kill someone? But more to the point, we have a plan at the ready, we just need to get all our supplies during our next trip to Hogsmeade.

Draco is really confused as to why Black went for the Gryffindor tower and Ron. Keeps muttering there needs to be an explanation as to why Black isn’t going after me. That by now Black most have realised I’m not in Gryffindor but in Slytherin. He’ll figure it out soon enough and enlighten me about it all, until then I know it’s best to just let him stew on it.

I’m going off to bed now. Love you both,

Harry James Potter.

#letters to my parents #drarry #Harry Potter #Draco Malfoy #harry in slytherin #quidditch #patronus #sirius black #AlindasStories

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foolgobi65 · 6 years

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Hey Maya! I was so thrilled to see that Chitrangadaa fic that I couldn't help storming into your Askbox. Can I please request a Hogwarts AU for Chitrangadaa if you haven't done it yet? Thanks! :))

ah im so glad u liked it!! please feel free to send me as many prompts as you want! also this is completely unedited and possibly quite terrible, and i decided to go with gay ulupi and chitrangada this time which is … lowkey canon anyway but still i really hope you like it! if you dont just send another prompt and i’ll try again lmao!

1. Chitrangada’s family is old, reputed, and cursed – every generation shall bare only one child to continue the family line. When Chitrangada is born, her father spares a brief moment to be disappointed that she was not a boy before kissing her forehead. After all, his grandfather was born of the Clan Mother and there are still stories that attest to her strength of will.

“My beautiful daughter,” he whispers and kisses her soft cheek once more, “Chitrangada.”

2. Chitrangada enters Hogwarts the only daughter and heir to her family’s vast Welsh fortune. Traditionally, they are a family that has kept to themselves, far enough from the grip of London that they are easily forgotten amongst the high drama of the Sacred 28. Not for them are the vices that often plague the privileged – they cannot afford to lose an heir to liquor or grudge at the gaming boards. Even less do they suit the political intrigue of the English, the power plays and ideological warfare that has led to Kamsa’s 25-year iron grip. Chitrangada is raised safely in the family home, told to keep her head down and finish seven years without attracting any notice from those who might try to have her fight their battles. Courage too is just as likely to cull the lineage as stupidity.

“Gryffindor,” the Sorting Hat screams the moment it touches the 32nd in a line of Hufflepuffs.

3.“You know,” Chitrangada hears from somewhere in front of her,“there’s an easy fix to your problem.”

Chitrangada looks up, furiously brushing away her tears and attempting to pretend that she wasn’t just crying in an abandoned classroom.

“What do you know about my problems,” she asks the girl, a Ravenclaw by the looks of her robes, perhaps a year older than Chitrangada herself. The girl lowers herself to the ground, resting her back against the wall next to Chitrangada.

“You want to fight, yes?” Chitrangada bites her lip.

“It’s not so easy, you see my family–”

“I know about your family.” Chitrangada furrows her brow. “Then you know why my father won’t accept it.” She snorts. “And he would be right! I would be endangering everything my family stands for, for nothing!” Tears leak from the corner of her eyes and she buries her face in her knees once more.

“But you’ll do it anyway, won’t you.” It isn’t a question. “Why?’

“Because things are so horrible, and I knew nothing,” Chitrangada says to the blessed dark behind her closed eyes. “I can’t go back to my home and spend the rest of my life reading obituaries and know that I did nothing to keep people safe!” She swallows.“I won’t run,” she says finally,“especially knowing how many people don’t have the option.”

The girl shifts closer and sighs, bringing her own knees up to her chest until they both sit side by side, shoulders a seam.“That’s as good a reason as any,” she says,“and so I’m going to help you.”

Chitrangada raises her head, and it is a moment that she will remember for all the rest of her days. The moonlight streams through a window, and it makes the other girl’s hair shimmer, brushes against the delicate planes of her face, nestles in the curve of her slight, faint smile.

But most of all, it lends a gleam to her eyes, iron that has turned into the steel of certainty. Chitrangada’s heart skips one beat, then another, and suddenly she feels like there is nothing she cannot do.

You only die if you lose,” the girl says,“so don’t. I’ll help.”

Chitrangada blinks. “Don’t lose?”

“Easy, right?”

Chitrangada smiles.

4. The girl, Ulupi, turns out to be a born researcher who for some reason has decided to focus her considerable energies into turning Chitrangada into a fighting machine. Ulupi finds books, pamphlets, old scrolls squirreled away in the recesses of the library, ranging from defensive spells to healing salves, battle theory and runes that turn one’s steps silent.

The only thing Ulupi is not is a duelist, which means that Chitrangada by her fourth year is a master of theory, but only middling in practice. At night, she starts to slip out of the Common Room to practice stinging hexes at targets.

If practice is merely an excuse to drown herself in work, to have something to do when not with Ulupi than think of Ulupi, of how pretty and smart and lovely she is, and how she cannot give Chitrangada children,then no one but Chitrangada and her poor conjured dummies needs to know. Ulupi would conjure bubbles and remark that they are better training for reflexes, but Ulupi also prefers to be asleep between the hours of 12 and 8, so Chitrangada and her dummies are alone.Or, that is what she thinks, until she walks into her usual classroom and finds herself dodging a stunner.

“Protego,” she shouts instinctively when she feels the whiz of the next, without even the sound of an incantation for warning. It is the new moon, and the room is still pitch black.

“Lumos.” In the light, Chitrangada sees her attacker and gasps: Arjuna, two years her senior and said to be the most gifted duelist in generations stands with his wand out. He blinks.

“What are you doing here?” Chitrangada’s eyes widen.

“What are you doing here?”

His eyes move from her to the dummies spread around the room. “I was practicing.”

“In the dark?” And yet, Chitrangada looks and there are marks on the dummies that she knows weren’t there the night before. It is true: Arjuna has learned to duel in the dark.

An expression crosses Arjuna’s face, but he is too trained for Chitrangada to decipher its meaning.

Another stunner, and Chitrangada puts up a shield. He aims another, nonverbal the whole while, and Chitrangada is annoyed enough that she sends a stunner back. Arjuna’s shield is a work of art, his stance a mirror of the dueling text Ulupi had found last winter, and they begin to fight in earnest, trading spells until finally Chitrangada is panting, her wand in Arjuna’s left hand.

She will never be an auror, she thinks, and blinks away her hot, furious tears. She will die in the streets of London, ending the family line by 18. She will break her father’s heart.

“You’re good,” she hears from beyond the veil of her intense self-pity, “if a little unpracticed. Why don’t I know who you are?”

Chitrangada frowns. She is rich for sure, but Arjuna is a Kuru of London, one of the Sacred 28. Headmaster Bhishma himself is his Grandsire, and it is common knowledge that Arjuna has been trained as a duelist since three years of age. He attends classes to satisfy his elders but notoriously refuses to spend free time with his peers. Why would he know who she is?

“I’m younger than you,” Chitrangada finally offers when she realizes the question wasn’t rhetorical.“We don’t share any classes.”

“But we have people of all years in Dueling Club and I thought I knew everyone there.” Chitrangada’s eyes widen – the Hogwarts Dueling Club is a society for the elite, and while it is open to anyone in name, entry is usually based on invitation. Chitrangada trains in secret, in order to prevent word from getting to her father.

“I was not invited,” she says, and then when she sees Arjuna attempt to object, she adds–“My father would not approve.” Better he think her father old-fashioned than be forced to explain the family curse.

Arjuna’s eyes harden. “How have you trained so far?”

Chitrangada shrugs.“Books.” To speak of Ulupi is to think of her, her sweet smile, the way she smells of flowers, the brush of her fingers when she passes a pamphlet across their shared desk. Chitrangada ruthlessly crushes the thought of her best friend.

He exhales.“Books.” Chitrangada nods.“Then you are remarkable – to have lasted so long against me without proper training. Are you sure you won’t join the Club? We can be very discreet, and you are probably better than a fair few.”

Chitrangada smiles, heart light at Arjuna’s praise. Perhaps she might make it to 19 after all.“No,” she says,“as much as I might like to, I’m afraid it’s quite impossible.”

“Fine,” Arjuna shrugs, and Chitrangada tries not to feel hurt at how easily he brushes her aside. But then he moves back into the dueling stance and Chitrangada’s heart skips another beat. He smiles, tossing Chitrangada back her wand.“I’ll just have to train you myself.”

Chitrangada’s jaw drops. She is in love.

5.“You are not in love with me,” Arjuna says a year later when Chitrangada confesses her deep, abiding passion for her illicit dueling master.“I don’t know why you just won’t tell Ulupi.”

”Ulupi?” Chitrangada splutters.“If you don’t like me you can say so, there’s no need to make implications!”

Chitrangada managed to keep her midnight sessions with Arjuna a secret for an entire week before Ulupi came barging into their classroom, furious at being kept out of the loop. By the next week, she had drawn up a new schedule that allowed Arjuna and Chitrangada at least four hours of sleep and given Arjuna a tome about training to duel without the use of each of the five senses.

“I don’t need to make implications,” Arjuna says,“she’s already told me.”

“Told you what?” Chitrangada blushes crimson, reminding herself to breathe. Does Ulupi know? Chitrangada has tried so hard to keep her feelings to herself.

“That you think you need to be with someone who can give you an heir, and since Ulupi cannot you are convinced it is best to live in misery, hopefully marrying some man who will give you a child before you die in the Auror service.”

Chitrangada’s knees shake, and she feels herself sinking to the ground, her lungs tightening until she can’t breathe. She hears Arjuna calling out, and when she next opens her eyes it is to the horrifying sight of Ulupi’s face, one single tear running down her cheek.

“How could you be so stupid!” Chitrangada is not sure if this is directed to her or Arjuna kneeling behind Ulupi, wringing his hands.“I’m talking to the both of you!”

“Ulupi,” Chitrangada begins, but stops at Ulupi’s outstretched hand.

“Did you really think that after everything, I wouldn’t have a solution?”

“Does the Hogwarts library have books about…” Arjuna’s voice lowers.“procreation?”

Ulupi rolls her eyes.“It has books about sex too.” Arjuna flinches.“But no, I found this at a Muggle bookstore last summer. You’re going to be a sperm donor!”

“A what?” Arjuna and Chitrangada say this as one. Ulupi laughs.

“Well,” she says,“the muggles have figured out how to isolate what of Arjuna is needed to create a child, and so he will….donate –”

“Donate my –”

“Yes,” Ulupi says, finally flushing herself.“In a little bag. Then we will… insert that into Chitrangada, and she will have a child!”

A moment of silence. “A child,” Chitrangada whispers. Is it possible?

“My child?” Later, they will all laugh at the sheer amount of scandal in Arjuna’s voice.

Ulupi glares. “Well it doesn’t have to be your child if you don’t want it to be! The child will have two parents once Chitrangada and I marry, and even if she dies I will be a researcher and stable enough to satisfy the family.”

“Marry,” Chitrangada breathes, gazing at Ulupi as if it is again the first time. In a way, it is. She is, if possible, even more beautiful than that first night, all blazing eyes and steel certainty that even the stars will move to align with her vision for their future.

“Yes,” Ulupi says, turning to grab Chitrangada’s hands and bringing them up to her lips. “Easy, right?”

#mahabharata #chitrangada #ulupi #arjuna #hogwarts au #prompts #maya writes #arjuna is a sperm donor because thats ... basically what he is in canon too lmao #mayavanavihariniharini

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Side Character CHAPTER FOUR | the originals/legacies

Klaus went to France looking for Elijah. Of course, I wanted him to bring him back, but a part of me wanted him to stay in France. I had gone to visit once a few years ago, seeing him playing piano and living a peaceful life. It made me happy to watch him be happy. I didn't want us to drag him back into the Mikaelson family drama, I wanted him to finally be able to live his own life.

But, I also missed him. I missed his suits and serious demeanor, I miss the smiles and jokes. I miss Elijah. I had a lot of his journals in my room at this point. I stopped putting them back where I found them, and now they're with me at the Salvatore School under my bed.

I talked to Marcel, and he said that when Klaus came back, the light in his eyes were gone, and Elijah was nowhere to be found. I was disappointed and relieved at the same time. I didn't believe Klaus when he told Marcel that he didn't find Elijah. I knew he just didn't find the version of him he was hoping to see.

I remembered the conversation Elijah and I had two years ago when I arrived in France.

He was at the piano in this bar, and I sat near him. He told me he didn't think a girl my age should be drinking when he saw the drink in my hand. I told him I wasn't sixteen, just looked it. Without words, he understood I was a vampire.

He asked me what brought me to France, and I told him I was trying to be close to someone I once knew. That he loved the French countryside and used to talk about it with me when he was still around.

"Is he your father?" he asked me.

"No," I shook my head quickly, looking down. "He was someone I looked up to all my life, but he was never my father."

I repeated that to myself time after time. Elijah was never my father. Freya was at the school with Hope looking through spells. I felt utterly useless, and guilty for not telling anyone I knew about Hayley.

I sat on my bed, my back pressed against my headboard. A painting of myself and Hope was hanging over my bed. She made it for me herself for Christmas last year. In red paint, her name is signed on the lefthand corner. I wrote in my journal.

If I had only told Uncle Niklaus or Aunt Freya, or even Marcel, maybe then Hayley would be safe. Instead, I protected Hope and her rash decisions, which she no doubt about it got from the rest of her crazy family. I just wish I could do something to bring Hayley home, but I couldn't.

There was a knock on my door, and I opened it to see Freya and Hope.

"Come with us for a walk?" Freya asked. "I'm not just gonna have driven all the way here and not spend time with the both of you. Plus, maybe you can tell me about that cute boy you had hidden in your room last week."

I blushed and Hope looked at me with a knowing look. I still told her I didn't feel anything towards Roman because every time I look at the two of them, I see some chemistry that I don't think he and I have at all.

As we walked around the field, the boys were playing their version of soccer, that wasn't exactly soccer since they could use magic. Roman was running around shirtless with the rest of the boys, and scored a point by headbutting the soccer ball into the goal after a witch stopped it in the air.

"So, which one is he?" Freya asked, leaning towards me.

"The hot one that sweats diamond dust," Hope answered for me.

Freya rose an eyebrow.

"Which one of you likes the dude?" she asked.

"Neither of us!" we both said quickly.

He turned to look at us, and waved.

"Um... keep walking," I said, not waving back and taking my eyes off of him.

"Wait, you're not going to wave back?" Freya asked.

"No, pretty sure his ego can handle it," Hope said, and all three of us laughed.

"The witches back home seem to think you and I are going to go ballistic if we don't get my mom back," Hope told me. "That I'll melt New Orleans, and you'll suck the blood out of everyone."

"Probably," I said, trying to lighten the mood, but no one laughed.

I looked down at my phone to see the time. I had to get to the library to check out a history book on the assignment I had due.

"Hey, Aunt Freya, I actually have to go work on my homework," I said. "Library's gonna be packed if I wait another half hour, and I really wanna get in there without having to deal with other people."

She blinked a few times, nodding. "Oh. Okay. I'll see you later then?"

I nodded, and raised my eyebrows at Hope to say a wordless goodbye. She did the same back, and I jogged over to the school's library.

It was hard sometimes to do history assignments. Especially when in the books, documents, and sources, the Mikaelson family was always the villain. I knew it was a fact, it was historically proven time after time. The family didn't even deny it to Hope and I. I always noticed her face change when we'd cover a unit that had to do with any of the Mikaelsons, and the even bigger change when the topic is Niklaus.

I was working on a report about Elijah in the 1650s, comparing it to him in the 1950s to show the character change within 300 years. Any similarities and difficulties. I probably could have used his journals as a primary source, but some of those stories weren't in textbooks. Some of them were things Elijah liked to have private, or something only his family could go through.

It felt wrong to add it to a paper to turn in for a grade. So, I didn't even attempt to.

After gathering the information I still needed, I put the books back. I hadn't even realized the fact that I had been there studying while other people were in the library, or that it had gotten dark. I looked out the window that Henry had jumped from, my side pressed against the wall as I stared out the glass.

"Is it just me," I heard, and I jumped a little, startled. I turned my head to see Roman next to me, leaning on the wall near the window as well. "Or is this room starting to get a reputation?"

I looked at him weird, confused as to what he meant. People were always in that room.

"Henry jumped, and now you look like you might," he explained.

I sighed, and turned so that my back was against the wall. His back was against the wall, too, the window the only thing in between us. I sighed again, at a lost for words, and I shook my head.

"I've just been thinking, I guess. I've been having a day... or week. Maybe past hundred years."

He laughed at the comment, and asked, "Hayley's mom?"

"She's still missing," I said, becoming even more annoyed with myself that I was partially to blame. I couldn't helped save her. "And the New Orleans witches seem to think Hope and I will rampage the city if we don't find her. That she'll melt the city, and I'll go around sucking everyone's blood dry."

"Would you do that?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said, unsure. I had flashbacks to my past, knowing the answer to his question. I wouldn't tell him, though. "I'm just tired of the people there being scared of me. They all know I'm basically a Mikaelson, and since no one who knows Hope is here, they also don't know of my affiliation, so... no one's scared of me here. I think."

"That's understandable," he said.

"This is the part where you tell me you aren't," I said, taking a step closer to him.

"Oh, me? I'm terrified," he replied, his classic smirk on his face. "But I'm a risk-taker, as you'd know from our little booze party a month ago."

The way he was looking at me, I felt different. Like I was important, somehow. Not just to the side, not just there.

There was a cough, and I looked to the door to see Freya approaching with a smirk.

"That's my cue," Roman told me, pushing off of the wall and walking out. I didn't want him to leave.

I looked at Freya, who waited for him to leave before saying, "A private audience with the boy who sweats diamonds. Nice."

"He's nice," I nodded, walking towards her. "I think he has a thing for Hope, though."

"Why would you think that?" she asked, and we stood in the dark room together talking.

I found myself letting someone in more than I usually did. Sure, I was close to all of the Mikaelsons, but they didn't know my past or any feelings I had.

No one knew that before I knew Josh was gay, that I had a crush on him and would write about it in my journals hoping he'd fall for me. No one told me, and one day I found out because whilst trying to flirt with him, he mentioned this guy he found cute.

No one knew of the small and very secret crush I had on the witch Kaleb Westphall up until he got possessed by Kol, ultimately dying via hex. It didn't bother me too much since I didn't know Kaleb, I just used to see him around New Orleans all those years ago. How could I not be attracted to his colored eyes, curly hair, and accent?

Feelings like that, I kept to myself and my journals, not to be uttered to another soul.

"Everyone prefers Hope," I replied, shrugging. "Plus, he tends to ask about her a lot when he's with me."

"But he came to talk to you, not her."

"It doesn't matter," I said, shaking my head.

"You know, in all the years I've known you, I don't think you've ever talked about an ex."

I nodded. "Yeah, I've been around a long time, certainly have had them. But that's forever ago. I think I might've spent the past two hundred years at least single."

"Doesn't it get lonely?"

"Sure," I said, nodding but also shrugging. "But I got other things to keep me busy."

"For two hundred years?" she asked, and I nodded. "What have you been up to?"

"Things," I said, smirking knowing the vagueness would bother her a little.

"You know, sometimes I know I know you. Sometimes I wish you'd let this family in, let us know your past and not just your present."

"My past is not important, Freya. What matters is now."

"And right now you have a thing for Roman, so I say, go for it!"

"I rather not."

"Stubborn, just like a Mikaelson."

Just like a Mikaelson.

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chapter five

#sidecharacter;to #theoriginals #the originals #the vampire diaries #the originals fanfiction #the vampire diaries imagines #hope mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #hayley marshall #marcel gerard #freya mikaelson #roman sienna #hopesoriginal #salvatore school

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definitelycanonharrypotter · 6 years

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How The Marauders Met

James and Sirius vaguely knew each other before they met on the train. They were both part of well known pureblood families, and had probably interacted once or twice before. Fleamont and Euphemia Potter had always tried to keep him away from the Blacks because of their notorious interaction with dark magic. However when they arrived at King’s Cross Station and saw Walburga Black screaming and threatening the small boy, they asked James to make sure he wasn’t alone at Hogwarts. James sat awkwardly with the boy whose family had been forbidden to him for the past twelve years of his life, neither of them really saying much but a few forced hellos. They might not have ever become friends if it hadn’t been for Peter.

Peter came sprinting into their cart twenty minutes into their journey to Hogwarts, breathlessly asking if they had any room in their cart. He was red faced, shaking, and on the verge of tears when Sirius gently placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder and quietly asked him if he was okay and gave him some chocolate he had inside his bag. James was shocked that the child of the “evil Black family” had shown such tenderness and compassion this boy he had known for mere seconds. Peter responded telling him that some fourth years from his original cart said had made fun of his weight and said that he wouldn’t fit inside their cart. They had threatened him, and he had fled their cart.

James felt the hot burn of anger bubble up in his throat. No one deserved to be treated like that. James ignored the fact that he knew no magic, already grasping his wand and leaping out of their cart. As he stormed the hallway he was pleasantly surprised to feel Sirius brush up against his left side, also on his way to protect their new friend. He felt more confident now that he knew he was not alone.

“I’ve got a bag of dungbombs I snagged from my cousin, I say we throw ‘em and close the door on those assholes so their tapped in with all that fucking stink. I’d hex ‘em but I’m not sure that I know any real hexes. Those fuckin’ asshats.” Sirius whispered to James as they neared the cart.

James was once again shocked. This boy could not possibly be a Black. However, James was incredibly thankful that Sirius had a some sort of a plan, as James’s best idea was to just stab them with his wand. They reached the cart and Sirius handed James a heaped handful of dungbombs. He counted down silently, one,two, three, and then threw the dungbombs. Sirius followed James’s lead and tossed them. The two boys then slammed the door close and threw their bodies onto the handall, resisting the panicked pulls from the other side of the door. James and Sirius dissolved into a hysterical fit of laughter.

“Showed those snails” James called. He wasn’t as experienced at insulting people as Sirius had been.

They had yet to cease their laughter as they jogged back to their cart. They joked and jumped as they returned back, trying to touch the ceiling of the train. They fell back into their seats, unable to contain their excitement.

“Peter, my favorite chap, you no longer have to worry. We have revenged you, and you have nothing to fear if you stick with us” Sirius called jokingly.

The worry melted out of Peter and was replaced by an enormous grin. Peter hadn’t had a ton of friends growing up, and only an hour into his new schooling, he had two best friends. They three were shouting and laughing as they Sirius and James told their harrowing tales of how they had destroyed fourth years. These events had only been *slightly* exaggerated.

They were only on their fourth or fifth retelling of the story when Sirius grew silent. His eyes danced out of the cart and through the hallway to the cart across the hallway. There sat the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes on. Sirius had known he was gay from the time he was about eight, but had suppressed that part of him because he knew how poorly his family would react to the “news”. Across the hallway sat an amazingly gorgeous boy. His light blonde, almost golden hair with darker streaks of red and brown flecked throughout. His eyes were the exact color of honey. His pale skin glowed like the sun and jagged white scars carved his skin. His gentle face was covered by an enormous book as he stretched out in his cart, alone. If Sirius could use one word to describe him it would be radiant.Sirius was so entranced by this mystery boy he hardly noticed James shaking him and calling his name.

“SIRIUS”

He snapped his eyes away from this boy and back into his cart, blushing slightly. Had James and Peter noticed his staring? Merlin he hoped not.

“Sorry mates. Do you see that boy? Maybe we should invite him in, I don’t want him to be alone” Sirius was desperate to be with that boy.

“Yeah sure, Sirius. We can invite him in, I don’t want him to be lonely either.” Peter said.

They head across the hallway and opened the boy’s door. Now that they were closer, Sirius could hardly breathe. He was utterly perfect. He could feel himself losing focus again. Those goddamn eyes. Oh Merlin those eyes.

“Um…yeah,sure I’d love too it’s a bit lonely over here ya know. I’m Remus” Sirius was snapped back to reality and the four of them joyfully walked back to their cart. His heart was racing with nervousness. Peter slid into the seat next to James and Sirius joyfully plopped down next to the new boy, Remus.

“Would you like some chocolate? I’ve got loads in my bag.” Sirius questioned Remus

“I’d love some. I was too nervous for breakfast and I am honestly starving.” he laughed nervously

Sirius broke off a large chunk and handed it to Remus. James suggested a game of exploding snap, and they began to play. James and Sirius retold their story again, grateful for a new audience. They joked an conversed for what seemed liked mere minutes.

Peter was shocked when the train had slowed down. He glanced out the window, wondering what could have happened to cause the train to stop. Had it broken down? Did it need more fuel or something? Did magic trains need fuel? What exactly did normal trains run on? Gasoline? His eyes scanned upwards to the enormous castle. A black lake appeared to be directly under them. It was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. He could hardly breathe. This was the greatest day of his life.

James commanded, “Here we are mates. Hogwarts. Let’s go rule this school” Remus was too absorbed with staring at the boy next to him with gentle black hair that curled at the ends, he was shocked back to reality by a strong hand on his shoulder.

“Let’s go Remus. You too Sirius. If you take much longer we’ll miss the sorting and then Dumbledore will have to send us back home, and that’s just sad. The four boys launched themselves out of the train, racing along the path, up to the beautifully lit castle. They acted as if they had been friends for life, not a couple of hours. As they entered the Great Hall one word came to Sirus’s mind.

Home.

#marauders era #marauders #harry potter #james potter #remus lupin #remus x sirius #sirius black #sirius x remus #wolfstar #wolfstar headcanon #marauders headcanon #peter pettigrew

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missjanedoeeyes-blog · 6 years

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ok NO. You can't just GO AROUND listing out all your favourite chub characters and NOT EXPECT us to have FOLLOW UPS. I HAVE TO KNOW. Favourite HP character chubcanons??? (PS have you ever seen outlander? I've watched four episodes and let me tell you there is much potential for kinkery in 18th century Scotland. I know I've said this before in an ask but KILTS dude. They're my kryponite)

Oh, buddy. Pal. Friend. You are probably gonna regret this ask, because my HP headcanons are fucking deep and real, and I’m about to spill them all over my dash. So. Buckle the fuck up.

Harry: okay, so we know that Harry didn’t get enough as a kid. Not enough food, not enough love, not enough goddamn fucking sunlight. So, like, first of all, let’s just go ahead and confirm that there is no fucking way Harry Potter doesn’t grow up to have Issues. And, given the whole underfed orphan thing? I think it’s perfectly reasonable that those Issues might in some way manifest themselves in a food-related way. (And also a kinky way. Because if you’re not sublimating your deep-seated emotional issues in your sex life then…idk. Sounds fake.)

ANYWAY. Harry can’t really begin to wrap his head around it, even. He just knows that the only time his orgasms feel like anything more than a perfunctory bodily response to stimuli is when he jerks off after stuffing himself till he can hardly fucking move. And Christ, he knows it’s so fucked up, and he hates that this is just one more way he’s different, one more way that he’s not like everyone else. But most of all he hates the way he feels when he doesn’t do it, when he goes to sleep without a full belly, without the kind of orgasm that leaves him wrung out and breathless. When he goes to sleep and can barely tell his own adult bedroom from the cupboard under the stairs.

So he eats.

And of course everyone Concern Faces him about it, worried about his weight gain, is he okay, is he depressed, does he want to join a Muggle gym, blah blah. In fact, the only person who ISN’T worried is Draco Malfoy, whom Harry runs into in the Ministry pretty regularly, and who lives to give Harry shit. (He’s also been in love with Harry for years, but he’s keeping that under his pointy wizard hat, thanks ever so.) So the first time Draco mentions Harry’s weight, it’s almost a relief when there’s no sweet and loving worry on his face, just the same old shit-eating Malfoy smirk. “Merlin, Potter, Auror robes getting a little a tight, there. Aren’t you lot supposed to be fit? Dueling shape and all that? Lay off the treacle tart, maybe.”

And Harry, who has been unnaturally interested in Draco Malfoy since before he even knew he was gay, doesn’t know what to say, but all he can THINK is that it’s nice that Malfoy doesn’t treat him like he’s made of glass — and that it’s nice that he apparently knows that Harry’s favorite dessert is treacle tart.

And if, maybe, Draco starts making more frequent appearances in Harry’s increasingly weird stuffing-slash-jerk-off sessions? Well, that’s no one’s business but Harry’s.

So maybe finally one day it all comes to a head, when Harry and Draco are both in the basement of the Ministry, looking through backdated files or some shit, and Draco makes yet another crack about Harry’s weight, something awful like The Boy Who Lived to Eat, probably, and Harry finally just blurts out, “it feels good, so why the fuck not?” Because there’s something about Malfoy that makes it okay to just blurt out the truth—there’s nothing Harry can say that will make Malfoy think worse of him, and in a way that feels weirdly safe.

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Harry swears Draco looks like a Thestral scenting blood, the way his stupid pointy nose comes up and he stares right at Harry. “It feels good?” He drops his eyes down to Harry’s gut, then back up to his face, which is unbelievably pink by now, and all of a sudden he just knows, right? The way Harry’s practically squirming, the way he’s blushing so deeply over what should be just routine piss-taking….and just like that, Draco knows it’s about sex. It has to be.

And then, all Draco can think about is that there’s some kinky thing going on with Potter and his big round belly, and suddenly it’s…shit. It’s inexplicably hot. Not because Draco had a thing for big bellies before this, but because it’s so painfully obvious that something about this is hot to Harry. And all he wants is to be able to give Harry whatever he wants. Force him to admit whatever desire there is, whatever filthy secret makes his soft cheeks flame up red and ashamed. God, Draco wants to drag every dirty confession out of Potter’s gorgeous mouth and just roll around in all of it.

So he makes it his mission. He runs into Harry in the cafeteria and comments on his tray. He jostles past him in the hall and brushes a hand over his lovehandle (and jerks off over the contact for days). He times his trip to the tea cart to coincide with Harry’s just so that he can stare obviously at Harry’s plate of biscuits until Harry’s face is flaming and then casually say hello.

Now if he could just figure out how to A) get Potter alone, B) get him to confess exactly what’s getting him off about getting so goddamned fat, and C) let him know that Draco doesn’t give a single bloody fuck that Potter’s Quidditch body is gone, and that in fact Draco thinks he looks fine, and that maybe he’d like to shove Potter up against a wall and grind against his stupid fat gut until he comes like a fucking schoolboy.

And that, my friend, is my chubby Harry headcanon.

My chubby Draco headcanon, on the other hand, is that he’s a spoilt little Pureblood shit, and he’s used to having everything he wants, including copious amounts of sweets. And after the war, now that there’s not a noseless megalomaniac living in his ancestral home, and his father isn’t either out being evil or trapped inside Malfoy Manor with said noseless megalomaniac, being all wandless and pathetic? When Draco finally gets a chance to relax? He indulges a little.

And it probably wouldn’t have even mattered, except he’s not playing Quidditch anymore, either, and it IS a little rough, that first year or so after the war, when the Malfoy name alone is enough to get him hexed on sight if he walks into Diagon Alley. IF he were to eat his feelings, there’d be a lot of feelings. You know, if he had feelings. Which he likes to pretend he does not. But really, who could blame him if he spent a lot of that first year post-war studying for his NEWTS in the privacy of his bedroom suite, eating his way through rich meals and box after box of exquisite chocolates owled in from Bruges, drinking a few extra glasses of that priceless Goblin-made dessert wine he likes….

The first time Harry sees him again after the war, more than a year has passed, and Draco’s pointy little ferret face has filled out so sweetly, with his rounded cheeks and his blurry jawline, that Harry stops dead in his tracks. His robes look so tight that the buttons might actually burst, and Harry cannot stop staring.

Draco looks murderous, like he’s waiting for Harry to say something awful, and Harry has the most irresistible urge to pinch his cheeks. He doesn’t, of course, but he does send an owl to Malfoy Manor the next day. It’s batshit lunacy, Harry knows, but he wants to see Malfoy—the newer, rounder Malfoy—again. And maybe shove some chocolates in his stupid spoiled face. If he’s into that sort of thing.

And Hermione: oh, sweet lovely brilliant Hermione, who gives zero fucks about what witches are supposed to do or act like or care about, and who is mercilessly scaling the rungs of power in the Ministry, which doesn’t really leave her a lot of time for things as mundane as cooking something healthy for herself when she gets back to her flat every night. So she gets takeout. And candy bars. And easy, cheap Muggle food that she snacks on like it’s an act of rebellion inside the hallowed halls of the Ministry of Magic, where blood status still seems to matter, even just to the extent that most of the higher ups are pureblood, or nearly so. Hell, even Shacklebolt himself is “Sacred Twenty-Eight” (a term that enraged Hermione to the very bottom of her social-justice-seeking-soul).

And that’s how she sort of obliviously puts on a solid sixty pounds, until she’s dangerously curvy and has a tummy like a warm pillow. It’s the only soft thing about her.

(Does she end up falling head over heels in love with Pansy Parkinson, who can’t really decide if she’s more smitten with Hermione’s ridiculously thick thighs or her meteoric rise to power? And does Pansy support Hermione’s career with a particularly Slytherin sort of relish, whispering political schemes a into Hermione’s ear and joyfully watching as her brilliant Muggleborn wife storm the highest echelons of the Ministry? Yes. She. Does.)

#this was so excessive #I’m so sorry #once I started I had to get it all out #but ANYWAY #my friends keep pimping outlander to me #I should watch it #especially if there’s kinkability #and thank you so much for this ask #because it gave me an excuse to barf up all of this delightful nonsense #I do so love revisiting old treasures fandoms #chubby harry potter #chubby Draco Malfoy #chubby Hermione Granger

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king-drarry-perfection · 7 years

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Masterpost of fics or at least a list of drarry classics? Thanks! :D

Wowwie Anon, you certainly put me to work with this! I hope this is what you were looking for?

I have updated my blog to include a masterlist of all these fics, and a place where I can much easier update and add as I go.

I have tried to section off everything as best I could. Where I didn’t have enough for a section, or didn’t really have a section (??) I added them to the bottom. If there are any other tropes, AUs, UAs or anything you would like added, let me know.

If some of the links don’t work, also please let me know (I put this all together at about 2am after too much coffee).

I really wanted to put in all I have read… but by the time I got to page 13 of my history on A03 I knew that was just not going to happen. There are SOOOOO many great fics out there, and I want to say a big THANK YOU to every single person who takes the time to create these wonderful pieces of art.

So I have put in what I can, and will add everything else to my masterlist.

Happy reading!

Drarry+Animals

All Life is Yours to Miss by Sara’s Girl

Words: 114k. Rating: Mature

Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

Turn by Sara’s Girl

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One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat by Khalulu

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Harry, Draco, an owl, a cat, green peas, moon-cheese, an elf in a toga, a few Golden Snidgets, and some messing about in boats. Takes place 11 years after the war.

Slithering by Astolat

Words: 27k. Rating: Explicit

Draco found the nest down in the Manor’s cellars, while he was clearing them out.

8th year Drarry (Hold on to your hats, this is going to be long)

Azoth by zeitgeistic (faire_weather)

Words: 88k Rating: Explicit

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

Strangeness and Charm by FeelsForBreakfast

Words: 45k Ratings: Explicit

One November night during his eighth year at Hogwarts, Draco ends up in the forbidden forest. That’s how it starts.

or: If two boys fall in love in a magical forest, does it still make a sound?

Right Hand Red by lumosed_quill

Words: 129k Rating: Explicit

Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory.

Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy.

Malfoy felt inevitable.

Prompt:Insomina by bahnhofsblumen

Words: 1k. Rating: Not rated

Based on a tumblr prompt/post where Harry and Draco both have trouble sleeping and they walk around the school at night and slowly become friends…or more?

The Morning After The Night Before by Oakstone730

Words: 3k. Rating: Explicit

Waking up after the Hufflepuff New Year’s Eve Party is an eye-opening experience for Draco. Prompt: Walk of Shame. Eighth Year. Warnings: Slash, Explicit, Language.

In Evidence of Magical Theory by bixgirl1

Words: 43K. Rating: Explicit

In which Harry and Draco can’t fight, and so they fall in love instead.

When a hex meant for Draco accidentally catches Harry as well, the pair are forced to learn to understand each other in ways they previously might have thought impossible.

The Art of Cooking the Muggle Way by Sophie_French

Words: 24k. Rating: Explicit

Cooking. The Muggle Way. Without any Magic. Definitely Draco’s idea of hell. Unless, of course, it leads to much more interesting activities with one Harry Potter. But wait. Draco’s into girls, right?

Tug-O-Want by dysonrules

Words: 16k. Rating: Mature

Harry is back at Hogwarts minding his own business when he finds himself magically drawn to Draco Malfoy. Over and over again.

Starts With a Spin by Maxine

Words: 119K Ratings: Mature

It started with the spin of a bottle, and now Harry and Draco have gotten themselves so far into their own game there’s almost no way out again. Except to keep playing.

Light Up the Sky by FleetofShippyShips

Words: 4k Rating: Teen and up

As a house unity event, Hogwarts celebrates Guy Fawkes. Harry finds Draco while the fireworks go off over the lake.

Alive by FleetofShippyShips

Words: 3k Rating: Mature

After the war, Harry is just angry, until finally, he’s not.

He Had Time by jeni_andtheafterthought

Words: 689 Rating: General

Harry stays up late alone in the eighth year common room until one night, Malfoy joins him.

Everybody Wants Some by bottomdraco_mod, PollyWeasley

Words: 6k Rating: Explicit

Harry comes back to finish his Eighth year at Hogwarts and it seems like the summer after the war has worked miracles on him. He’s totally hot, muscular, and sexy - basically every gay boy’s (and girl’s) dream. Apparently Draco’s body agrees, and all he can think every time he sees Potter is how badly he wants some of him.

Making Malfoy Blush by FleetofShippyShips

Words: 18k Rating: Mature

Malfoy walks in on Harry in the showers after Quidditch and is surprisingly flustered. Spying the chance to embarrass him, Harry teases him at every opportunity to bring that blush back.

It’s all harmless winks and lip biting, and maybe a few heated looks; until it’s a kiss, and then another, and then Harry realises he never wants to stop.

If only Malfoy was as clear about what he wants.

9 times Harry kissed Draco and the 1 time Draco kissed Harry by LockWhoSuper

Words: 4k Rating: Teen and up

‘Harry grinned, Draco fell into his trap perfectly. Surging forwards, Harry wrapped his fingers around Draco’s tie and pulled him forwards until their lips met over their cauldron. The pressure lasted for three seconds, Harry’s eyes shut and Draco’s wide in surprise. When Harry let Draco go, he slid back into his seat slowly, eyes still wide, tie crooked and a blush painting his cheeks.’

Good to Me (And I’d Be So Good to You) by AWickedMemory (ReadyPlayerZero)

Words: 8k Rating: General

Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry’s groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that’s okay: Harry’s got a plan.

The Standard You Walk Past by bafflinghaze

Words: 46k Rating: Mature

On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened.

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain by Faith Wood (faithwood)

Words: 21k Rating: Explicit

It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.

Good company by Greenflares

Words: 8k Rating: Teen and up

With Hermione and Ron always together, Harry’s return to Hogwarts to complete his education isn’t exactly fun. Somehow, it’s his unlikely friendship with Malfoy that keeps him sane.

Hey, Potter by SunseticMonster

Words: 5k Rating: Mature

Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.

The Lip-Lock Jinx by Cassis Luna

Words: 21k Rating: PG-13

The Lip-Lock Jinx, a jinx that renders the victim mute that can only be undone in two ways: if the caster reverses the spell on the victim, or if the victim serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It’s just Harry’s luck that he gets jinxed by Ginny Weasley and that he’s in love with Draco Malfoy.

Vanilla and Sweet Spices by FleetofShippyShips

Words: 19k Rating: Explicit

After the others leave an eighth year party, Harry still has the rum he snagged off Dean. But the only person left to drink it with is Draco Malfoy.

in between the silences by orphan_account

Words: 13k Rating: Teen and up

Harry and Draco are sent to a safe house immediately after the battle of Hogwarts, where they’re supposed to be spend three weeks together, much to their anger. Television serves as both therapy and a bonding opportunity, coffee and tea get drunk in large quantities, and they try to reconcile themselves with life after the war.

1,000 Points From Gryffindor by blithelybonny

Words: 25k Rating: Mature

The story of how Harry Potter single-handedly lost Gryffindor the House Cup while attempting to have a “normal” year at Hogwarts. Featuring Harry’s suspicious nature turned up to eleven again, a new DADA teacher who is so not here for Harry’s fame, multiple detentions, Slytherins being sneaky, Hufflepuffs being sneakier, and the mystery of Draco Malfoy’s hoodie because seriously Hermione who gave that to him and is he wearing it just to torment me? This is ridiculous!

Veritaserum by pottersslytherin

Words: 1k Rating: Not rated

Someone slips Draco Veritaserum. That wouldn’t be all too bad - if only he didn’t have Potions with Potter that day.

Temptation on the Warfront by alizarincrims0n

Words: 180k Rating: Explicit

Draco Malfoy is forced into hiding with the Golden Trio and dragged into their search for horcruxes. What ensues is a journey of redemption, unexpected friendships and an unwanted, turbulent romance with Harry Potter. Warnings for swearing, sexual content, and dark themes.

Lumos by birdsofshore

Words: 41k Rating: Explicit

Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.

Salt on the Western Wind by Saras_Girl

Words: 60k Rating: Mature

When the war isn’t quite as over as it first appears, a guilt-ridden Harry is sent to a mysterious safe-house. Among sandwiches, insomnia, and Mills & Boon, he discovers something quite unexpected.

In the Interest of Interhouse Cooperation by firethesound

Words: 11k Rating: Explicit

Organizing a Duelling Club was supposed to be a fun extracurricular activity for Harry’s 8th year. But add in Draco Malfoy and a malfunctioning Room of Requirement, and things can’t help but get complicated.

Professor!Drarry (In where either one, or both of them are Professors at Hogwarts)

Professor Potter and his Magical Menagerie by dracogotgame

Words: 7k. Rating: Teen and up

Harry Potter descends on Hogwarts with a horde of magical beasts. Professor Malfoy is not amused.

Only For The Lucky by SunseticMonster

Words: 19k Rating: Mature

Things seem to be going well for Draco Malfoy after the war. He’s working as a professor at Hogwarts and makes the papers all the time for his charitable contribution to Muggle causes.

But when Malfoy is rushed into St Mungos hospital for a psychotic break, Healer Harry Potter realizes that Malfoy’s success is not all what it seems and sometimes luck can have more than one meaning.

More Than That by joosetta

Words: 2k Rating: Explicit

This is a story about two 52 year old men who refuse to age gracefully.

Lessons in Humility by playout

Words: 37k Rating: Explicit

After the dissolution of his marriage and a good bit of soul-searching, Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new Defense teacher. Go figure, it happens to be the same year Draco takes over the role of Potions Master. Neither man is happy about this turn of events. Will they be able to set aside their differences and learn a thing or two about trust and humility on the way? (Spoiler Alert: Yes. Very much so.)

Newts by astolat

Words: 3k Rating: Explicit

“I’m twenty-eight!” Harry said. “I’ve been an Auror for ten years! You want me to go back to Hogwarts now?”

Boom Clap (The Sound of My Heart) by femmequixotic, noeon (noe)

Words: 39k Rating: Explicit

Post-war Hogwarts has been energized by its new teaching fellows program. Where once bitter enmity divided the wizarding community, Malfoy and Potter chummily patrol hallways together whilst Granger and Zabini seek lost parts of the castle at McGonagall’s behest and Chang supervises Quidditch when not lecturing in Charms. It’s a veritable wizarding utopia and life is predictable for the first time in years. Which is, of course, when everything blows apart as the result of a drunken dare and Malfoy’s life is ruined beyond his capacity to repair it. Ever. In a million years.

Love Actually by DracoWillHearAboutThis

Words: 17k Rating: Explicit

“Harry,” she said quietly. “How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts now?”

Harry frowned, caught off-guard by the question.

“Six years, three months, and I guess about two weeks?,” he answered hesitantly.

“And how much of this time have you spent pining over our Charms professor?,” she continued, eyes flashing dangerously.

When even Minerva McGonagall wants to have a conversation about Harry’s love life, Harry realizes that it might be time to actually do something about this little crush of his. Since apparently, everyone knows, anyways.

“Everyone?!,” Harry repeated, his voice uncomfortably high-pitched in his panic.

“Everyone!”

Post Hogwarts

Silky Smooth by FleetofShippyShips

Words: 2k Rating: Teen and up

Some accidental magic has amusing and enjoyable consequences for Draco and Harry.

Another Mask Behind You by lettered

Words: 57k Rating: Explicit

Draco is a high-end prostitute who hides his identity. Harry unknowingly hires him. And then there is porn, questions about identity, domestic bliss, more porn, and truth as seen through a web of lies. (And then more porn. Seriously, if you don’t want sex scene after sex scene you probably shouldn’t read this. And please read the warnings.)

your heart’ll race, hard to sleep by watsoff

Words: 3k Rating: Explicit

Draco’s bed is cursed. Don’t ask him about it.

Draco Sodding Malfoy by Shewhxmustnxtbenamed

Words: 250k Rating: Mature

Harry finds Draco outside a pub and takes him back to his place, only to find out that Draco is in an abusive relationship. Harry invites Draco to stay until he can get back on his feet. They go to

Draco’s ex-boyfriends house, and come back with more than they bargained for.

Bound To You by agentmoppet

Words: 28k Rating: Explicit

Hag magic is capricious and unruly, and Harry and Draco are bound to stay by each other’s side until they can solve the riddle. In between long car trips, misty rain, and midnight star charts, they begin to understand each other.

Drarry Drabbles and Ficlets by FleetofShippyShips

Just all my drabbles and ficlets all in one place. Most of them were originally posted on my tumblr. Connected drabbles are also in their own series.

The ficlets belonging to the Making Malfoy Blush Series can be read independently of the Making Malfoy Blush story. Just treat as Established Relationship.

Charmed Confections by Alisanne

Words: 35k Rating: Explicit

There’s a new bakery in town, and Harry is obsessed with the luscious lemon fairy cakes. And with discovering the identity of the mystery chef.

Life Is The Flower (For Which Love Is the Honey) by bafflinghaze

Words: 15k Rating: Teen and up

The Malfoy Manor lands are lush and verdant. Bees hover over carpets of flowers, and ducks paddle in the pond. It is a place far removed from bustling London and pesky reporters; it is a place where Harry finds what—and who—he didn’t know he was missing.

Under Pressure by VivacissimoVoce

Words: 21k Rating: Mature

Harry Potter has quit magic and left the wizarding world. Draco, a top-notch Tracker, has been hired to find him and save his life.

The Way Down by lettered

Words: 65k Rating: Teen and up

Harry is overwhelmed by his own power and fame and angst, so he’s become a hermit. Draco Malfoy is tired of the melodrama.

Insane Ideas Make The Finest Aphrodisiacs by JBankai89

Words: 4k Rating: Explicit

Harry has a hard enough time getting a date on his own, and his adoptive parents’ methods for ‘helping’ him are little more than a thinly veiled excuse to embarrass him to no end.

However, one fateful night out as Harry tries to escape Sirius and Remus’s ridiculous attempts to get him laid, he runs into an old schoolmate in the lavatory…

The Park Bench by plumeria47

Words: 2k Rating: General

Over the years, the gardener has seen a lot - but when two particular men catch his eye, he can’t help but find himself intrigued.

A Cock In Hand (Is Worth Two In The Bush) by decanthrope

Words: 4k Rating: Teen and up

Draco is in his mid twenties when the stress gets to him and he goes down faster than a sinking ship. It’s completely unexpected, but then again, midlife crises do have the tendency to be unpredictable. For the Malfoys, Potter always has been an ultimate cock.

Auror!Drarry (In which one, or both are Aurors/ works or MLE)

Running on Air by eleventy7

Words: 74k Rating: Teen and up

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

Stop All the Clocks (This Is the Last Time I’m Leaving Without You) by firethesound

Words: 44k Rating: Explicit

Living with Draco was difficult; living without him is unbearable. But if there’s one thing Harry learned from the war, it’s that even when one life ends, the rest of the world goes right on living.

Magic Man by dracogotgame

Words: 8k Rating: Mature

Draco has been exiled to live in the Muggle World, where he’s actually doing alright as an amateur stage magician. Harry has been tasked to determine if he’s using real magic to enhance his performances.

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered

Words: 54k Rating: Explicit

Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It’s all right here, folks.

check this hand 'cause I’m marvelous by lumosed_quill

Words: 7k Rating: Explicit

Harry’s had a crush on Malfoy for months now. But it will take a bar full of his friends, some Firewhisky, wagers made on his behalf, and Malfoy himself to get him to act on it.

Peeking behind the Curtain by calrissian18

Words: 23k Rating: Mature

Draco sees things he really, really wishes he didn’t. If only to get out of all the homework that comes with it.

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi

Words: 57k Rating: Explicit

Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

Lift Your Open Hand by firethesound

Words: 18k Rating: Mature

With Draco Malfoy as his assigned partner for the next six weeks of Auror training, Harry had been prepared for things to go poorly. But getting themselves accidentally bonded to each other in the first twenty minutes of their very first assignment seemed going above and beyond, even for them.

Bitter Honey, Green Night by Faith Wood (faithwood)

Words: 14k Rating: Explicit

An inn, an Auror, a criminal, a mystery.

Seeing Draco Malfoy by Khalulu

Words: 12k Rating: Explicit

It’s a few years after the war, Harry is an Auror, Ginny’s broken up with him, and Draco runs a “Magical Repairs and Reparations” service. And then there’s Ignatius – devastatingly good-looking, temperamental, and addicted to gingernut biscuits. When Harry loses his glasses in a fight and learns that they’ve landed in Draco’s hands, he’s suspicious. But soon after that, life starts looking up.

Bad Faith in Name, But Gracious in Nature by megyal

Words: 13k Rating: Mature

Wizarding children have developed a life-threatening condition caused by an old curse. The cure is to be found in the Malfoy Library; surprisingly, Malfoy is willing to help, but only if Harry helps improve his standing in the Wizarding community. (Contains a fair amount of Ted 'Teddy’ Lupin.)

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound

Words: 149k Rating: Explicit

Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

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(a/n: ayyy blaise is in this chapter and i made him gay cuz i feel like this fic is way too hetero tbh!!! also its fairly long but there’s smut as well so ya’ll better appreciate (i get really bored when writing smut lmao) sorry it took forever but it was longggg and i had exams)

Warnings: swearing, sex sex sEX

Word Count: 4.6k

Part Four

“I mean I knew he’d never actually wanna fuck, he is a Hufflepuff after all, but Merlin – you’ve got no idea what that can do to a guy’s self-esteem.” Blaise drones on in your ear, he hasn’t shut up about this fucking Hufflepuff guy since you got back to the common room almost an hour ago. An hour listening to him complain about how ‘difficult it is to be an attractive gay male in a school made up primarily of straight average-looking guys’. Except, he’s fucked more guys than you could care to name so either Blaise is over exaggerating the amount of straight guys or he’s just extremely good at seduction. Probably a mixture of both. All you can do is hum slightly as though you’re actually sympathising with his pathetic display of self-pity. You couldn’t care less. Not when there were more important things going on – like why the hell you hadn’t seen Draco out of lessons since the conversation with Harry and it’s not like you’re always looking for him but curiosity really took over after what Harry told you.

“’Hm’? Really Y/N? Have you even been listening to a word I’ve been saying? I was turned down by a Hufflepuff, a fucking Hufflepuff. The shame. You’d think it’d be the other way ‘round but-“ Blaise groans in frustration at your obvious lack of interest to his apparently dire problem. Maybe he’s worried that the guy would tell everyone and embarrass him, you know for a fact that won’t happen; Hufflepuffs don’t have it in them to humiliate someone else. But you decide not to tell Blaise that; the Slytherin in you wanting to make him suffer a little more for boring you with this.

“Why don’t you just fuck Theo? He’s always up for a shag.” You fake a light tone, a small smile to make it seem like you’re completely disinterested. And usually you’re not, usually you like hearing about this stuff but today you’re distracted. Blaise just feigns an over-dramatic yawn in response, rolling his eyes. He’s too damn picky. “Well don’t come crying to me when you’re pissed off over your sexual frustrations.” You huff teasingly and he just folds his arms across his chest, making a point of looking as though he’s in a sulk.

That is until you both hear the door to the common room slam shut, the sound echoing around the dungeon causing the room to fall silent briefly. An extremely angry Draco Malfoy had just entered the room. You can tell he’s pissed because his jaw is clenched so tight you can see it from the sofa in the middle of the room, his eyes are downcast but as he walks closer to go to his dorm you can see from his eyes that he’s furious. The room is already full of talking again, Draco’s rather dramatic entrance forgotten about in a matter of seconds by the majority of the people in the room but not by you. And apparently not by Blaise.

“Hey, Y/N.” Blaise taps you on the arm as your gaze followed Draco up the stairs and as you turned to Blaise, you see a mischievous glint in his eye. “Since you and Draco aren’t together, you wouldn’t mind if he was my next shag, would you? He looks super hot when he’s angry like that, don’t you think? Shame he’s strai-” Before another word could leave the boy’s mouth, you lift a cushion up off the sofa beside you and throw it directly at his head. His laughter at your reaction is audible even muffled by the cushion. Honestly, you’d have laughed along to his silly little joke if it wasn’t for that gnawing feeling in the back of your mind that everything really isn’t okay.

“One more word and I’ll hex you, Zabini.” You warn, a challenging yet playful look in your eyes and Blaise lifts both his hands in the air in mock-surrender. You love Blaise, really you think he’s one of the only trustworthy friends you have left in this school. “I think I’m gonna talk to Draco.” You tell him, ignoring the way his eyebrows raise in disbelief because not even he bothers Draco when he’s in one of his bad moods. “Good luck on your quest in fooling some poor innocent guy to sleep with you.”

“Good luck dealing with Mr PMS up there.” Blaise retorts, nodding up to the dorm and you roll your eyes. You can handle Draco fucking Malfoy when he’s having what you like to refer to as one of his ‘moments’, you’ve had years of practice. Draco’s never been the most chilled out person after all.

You stand outside the door to Draco’s dorm for a couple of seconds once you reach it, your heart thudding in your chest so hard you think it might break through your ribcage. Yes, from past experience you know you can handle Draco Malfoy when he’s having a ‘moment’ but now you’re here, you’re not entirely sure you can handle Draco Malfoy at any point after these past few weeks with no conversation at all. Your conversation with Harry flashes into your memory as soon as you start to doubt yourself; his warnings about the conversation he overheard between Draco and Snape combined with a memory of the look on Draco’s face when he entered the common room just a few minutes earlier is enough to pull you back to your senses.

A light knock at the door is all you do at first, hoping to god he hears it but there’s no response and with Draco there is always a response and so you knock again, a couple more times and just that slightest bit harder. “Go away, Blaise!” Draco yells from the other side of the door and you can tell from the distance in his voice that he’s at the other side of the room. Fuck, this probably isn’t the best idea really, coming up here to talk to him. If he’s not even willing to talk to Blaise, he’s definitely not going to want to talk to you. But despite that, you ignore his words and gently push the door open deciding he’s not going to let you in if you ask.

“Draco?” The word comes out as a question at first, your voice quieter than you anticipated it would be but it’s been so long since you were alone in a room with him and you shouldn’t be nervous because he was your best friend but you are. You never had any reason to be intimidated by Draco when you spent practically every minute together, now you sort of had an idea why people felt that way about him. “Draco, it’s Y/N.” He’s staring out of the window when you enter, his hands in his pockets and he’s trying to relax but the second he hears your voice his shoulders tense before he turns to face you. You notice instantly that his eyes are red as though he’s been crying, something you’d only ever seen once before but it’s so clear against his pale complexion that anyone would be able to tell.

“I told you to go away.” Draco’s words are monotone; he won’t even look you in the eye. You contemplate pointing out that actually he told Blaise to go away but you decide strongly against that. “What do you want, Y/N?” Tiredness, boredom leaks from his voice. As though he’s fed up of talking to you even though these are the first words spoken between the two of you in weeks. It hurts a little bit; you won’t deny that.

“You looked upset so I came to see if you were okay.” You’re cautious with your language at the moment, aware that often when Draco is in one of these volatile moods, the smallest wrong word uttered can cause him to lose him temper. You’re really not up for that being directed at you.

“I’m fine.” Bullshit. He’s talking bullshit and you both know it but he’s too stubborn to say anything and you’re too stubborn to let it drop. “It’s not your place to care about how I feel anymore. You don’t have any kind of right to come in here and start insisting I spill everything to you so you if you think that’s gonna happen, you might as well just save us both sometime and leave right now.” All you do is shake your head at his words and you can tell he’s trying his best to bite back an offensive comment of some kind – that makes you feel slightly better, at least he’s a little considerate for your feelings.

“Is that why you ended it then? Just a way to hide yourself away so you don’t have to face the fact that people want answers from you?” Maybe your words came out a little too harsh at that point but you can’t help it. Draco is so fucking infuriating. He didn’t seem all too angry with you since you arrived, just as though he really would rather be anywhere else but in a room with you except at your words, you notice of a flash of rage in his eyes; he holds it back though, completely aware of who he’s talking to. “Look, I can’t help that I care about you. I can’t just switch it off, not after all this time and I hate that you can just do that and it doesn’t bother you but I’m not like you.”

“I didn’t do any of this to spite you, you’re making it sound like I did it to hurt you.” Again, his eyes don’t meet yours as he speaks and you feel the hollow feeling in your chest that you’ve felt every time you’ve failed to catch his gaze – how in the world have things changed so much? All you can do in response to his words is scoff, you don’t fully believe that he did break up with you just to hurt you but there had to be some motivation behind it. “I’m doing it to help you, don’t you understand? I-I’m not the kind of person you want to be around, I’m not who you thought I was and I don’t want to go through all of this again with you so can you just get out.”

It’s the second time he’s told you to leave and it’s the second time you’ve ignored him. You notice the way his jaw clenches, he’s far from calm right now but you know he’s doing his best to hold it back. “Well thank you, Draco. Thank you for being considerate enough to cut me out of your life, how will I ever repay you?” Sarcasm drips from every syllable that leaves your mouth, Draco shakes his head in response.

“How about you leave me the fuck alone for once in your life? I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t want to talk to anyone. I have enough shit to deal with without you whining at me because you’re upset. There’s bigger problems in the world, Y/N.” Draco keeps his voice steady and as his eyes finally meet yours, you’re struck by how cold they are. Cold and uncaring, something you’d never experienced from him before.

“Bigger problems like gate crashing Slughorn’s party? Or the fact you’ve got Snape making unbreakable vows to protect you, help you. Except you’re not having that because you’re some kind of ‘chosen one’, right? Merlin, Draco you’re almost as bad as Potter.” Yes, you may be on good terms with Harry right now but that was comment you couldn’t hold back, you knew that would get under Draco’s skin. You can feel the shock resonating from him at your words, his eyes widening just the slightest but he regains his composure as though what you just said didn’t surprise him. Draco hates admitting when someone else has the upper hand.

“You can’t talk to me anymore so you’ve taken to stalking me instead?” His eyebrows raise questioningly as he studies you suspiciously, his eyes trailing down your body and back up to your face in a way that makes you feel more uncomfortable then you’ve ever felt around him. “I must say, Y/N, I never thought of you as being that desperate.” So. Fucking. Patronising.

“I wasn’t stalking you,” There’s no way Draco will believe you when your cheeks have already heated up from the embarrassment. Embarrassment over something that isn’t even true but it seems that your body is dead set on betraying you. “Harry overheard you and Snape in the corridor the other day, he told me and-“

“And then Potter and his little Gryffindor followers sent you to run along and find out as much dirt about evil Malfoy as possible.” Draco cuts you off and you feel shame run through your body at his words even though they’re not true in the slightest. Since when did he begin to think so little of you? And god, it made you so fucking pissed when he patronised you like that, it wasn’t something you were willing to stand for.

“Will you stop being such a prick for just one second and have a proper conversation?” You’re shouting at him now, louder than you’ve ever shouted at him before and you notice the way his eyes darken, now he’s going to mad at you. More than before. You chose to ignore it and keep talking. “Harry didn’t ask me to do anything, I barely even believed him until now. I wanted to hear it from you, and now I know he was right and whatever you’ve gotten yourself involved in scares me so will you just tell-“

You can’t finish your sentence though because suddenly, your back is against the door with a thud that you’re sure would have winded you if you were shoved against the wood any harder. Except you don’t have time to protest because Draco’s lips are on yours, fast and desperate and you’re wondering when the hell he even got close enough to do this but all you do is moan into his mouth as you start to kiss back. This is what you’ve been waiting for. Ever since you got back to school, you’ve been waiting for Draco to want you like this, to want you in an I-have-to-have-you-right-now kind of way and typical that It only happens in the middle of an argument, when you’re not longer together but you don’t complain as his tongue pushes its way into your mouth. And he’s still mad at you, you can tell from the way his hands are pinning your arms by your sides so tightly against the door you can feel the wood pressing into them. You can tell from the way he’s dominating the kiss, his tongue fully in charge and Merlin, you want to run your fingers through his hair more than anything right now but he won’t let go. Not that you mind; part of you remembers that sex with Draco when he’s in this kind of mood is always the best.

Draco’s mouth tastes of fire whiskey and chocolate, he’s been to Hogsmeade today. Most likely alone given the fact that you’d seen everyone else around the school today – where else would he get fire whiskey? The thought vanishes from your mind as his lips leave yours and you find yourself holding back a whimper of dissatisfaction because the way his mouth felt on yours after so long was just intoxicating… you’re practically dizzy from it. But your disappointment doesn’t last long because those lips you’re so familiar with are on your neck now and oh god, you can feel his teeth nibbling on that one area that he knows drives you mad. Your head tilts backwards and hits the door with a thud but you don’t even notice, too focused on the way he’s sucking on your neck and there’s gonna be a mark or several but you don’t care. Draco lets go of your wrists finally and your first instinct is to tangle your fingers in his hair until Draco’s hands are under your thighs. “Jump.” He murmurs against your skin and you do as he says, your legs wrapping around his waist as he starts carrying you towards his bed.

Draco drops you down on to his bed and you crawl backwards so you can rest your head on the pillows, watching as he gets on the bed, one hand either side of your head as he moves his face closer to yours, you close your eyes waiting for him to kiss you again. His lips touch yours and it’s soft and brief, barely even a kiss and more like a brushing of his mouth against yours. And then he pulls away and you can no longer feel the tickle of his warm breath against your face. Involuntarily, you move your head to follow his, just wanting to kiss him, to taste him again but your lips never meet and when you open your eyes, Draco is staring down at you. There’s a smirk on his face, amusement in his eyes laced with a sense of overpowering lust.

“I missed you.” Draco speaks finally and his voice is rough, probably from the excitement of kissing you but your pulse has quickened, your head spinning. “I missed kissing you…” His mouth is on your jaw, light kisses that make your heart flutter. “I missed touching you…” They move a little closer, now he’s kissing the corner of your mouth and oh god, if he just moved his head a little to the left you could taste him again. “I missed fucking you…” Your breath hitches in your throat at his words and his lips press onto yours again more forcefully this time, a whimper escapes you at the power behind his kiss before he pulls away. Fucking tease.

“Draco.” The word leaves your mouth without you even noticing, it sounds more like a plea than anything else, telling him to hurry up because you’ve been waiting long enough and he’s just prolonging everything – most likely on purpose. “Draco, please.” You realise you’re practically verifying his previous comment about desperation right now but you can’t make a single part of you care. You don’t even know where this came from, just minutes ago you were practically screaming at each other and now… well, now Draco’s undone his belt on his trousers and Merlin, you’ve been waiting so long for this. It feels like forever.

Quite clearly, your words have gotten to Draco as he’s not being painfully slow anymore, obviously the teasing was getting to him just as much as it was you. His trousers are off now, discarded to some part of the floor and now he’s just in his underwear and a shirt as he moves towards you, lifting your skirt up to around your waist before grabbing the hem of your underwear. Maybe he’s just as desperate as you for this, not even taking the time to undress you properly. Or maybe, he’s aware that neither of you have locked the door to the dorm and it’d be best to do this quickly. Now your underwear is on the floor also and you feel your whole body tingling with anticipation, watching as he’s now naked from the waist down and he’s kneeling between your legs.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He purrs, lust laced in every word that leaves his mouth as he stares down at you. “You want me to fuck you?” All you do is nod your head to which Draco tilts his own in response, as though he doesn’t understand. You know he want to hear you say it, he always wants to hear you say, hear you beg for it. And so you comply, your words coming out shakily as you tell him how fucking badly you want him, need to feel him inside you. The words seems to satisfy him enough as he shuffles a little closer to you.

Draco moves one hand to your hip as he moves himself closer to your entrance, guiding himself in position with the other hand and you’re fully aware of how aroused you are right now. A moan escapes your mouth as he enters you, his movement slow but both his hands are gripping your hips so tightly as he pushes into you that you think there will probably be a mark or two when this is done. You can hear Draco’s breathing halt as he pushes into you, a small groan of pleasure leaves his lips once he’s all the way in and when you look up at him, you see the way his eyes are closed, his jaw slightly ajar. Beautiful. Draco only gives you a few seconds to adjust before he starts to move his hips and gods, it feels so fucking good. He takes your sounds of pleasure as a cue to speed up his movements, using his grip on your hips as a way to pull you down to meet his thrusts and that only serves to let him go deeper inside you.

With each thrust into you, he gets faster and harder to the point where your body jolts up the bed each time, the bedframe smashing against the wall. If the common room is quiet enough, there’s a significantly large chance people down there could hear you but neither of you can find it in you to care right now. Especially not when Draco hits that one spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back into your head briefly and he knows he’s found it from the way you grip the bed sheets more tightly than before, the high pitched moan that echoes around the room. “Fuck, Draco. Oh- fuck.” You’re barely able to keep the words in your mouth, not even aware that you’re speaking really. You can feel a heat building up in the core of your body, your stomach tightening and it gets harder to breath in between moans and curses and Draco’s name leaving your mouth.

The sound of your name from his mouth as Draco’s thrusts become more erratic echoes around the room and you know you’re not going to last much longer, neither is he judging by how every breath that leaves his mouth is followed by the most erotic sounds. Fuck, you’d give anything for this to last forever but it can’t and it definitely isn’t going to. In fact, it only takes a few more thrusts before you come undone beneath Draco, your whole body enveloped in pleasure. For a second, all you can feel is the how good you feel, not even aware of what’s actually going around you until you come to your senses as Draco pulls out and collapses on the bed beside you, one arm loosely hanging over your waist as he regains his energy.

You let your eyes trail over the blonde figure beside him, his hair slightly wavier than usual because of sweat, eyes closed only just as his breathing slows down to a normal level. It hurts a little, that you can’t have this all the time anymore. Unless this means he’s willing to try again but you doubt that. Although, you do have a small hope that maybe you can start to talk again now, now you’ve had sex there’s no way he can go back to just acting like you don’t exist. You sigh a little, gently lifting his arm off of you as you swing your legs over the edge of the bed to search for your underwear, standing up as you slide them on. Maybe when you’ve both recovered you can have a talk; not necessarily about Draco’s problems or anything to do with either of you, just a chat about practically nothing seems good enough for you.

“You need to leave now.” A jolt of fear or anger or sadness – you’re not sure which – shoots down your spine as you hear Draco’s voice from behind you, still slow from exhaustion but his words are firm. “This was mistake, Y/N, you have to go. Now.” This isn’t like Draco, this isn’t him. He doesn’t do things like this. Yeah, maybe he’d fuck someone and tell them to leave straight after but not you. He wouldn’t do that to you. Except he has and you will yourself not to tear up but god, how can he break your heart this much with just a few words?

“Are you serious?” Dammit, why does your voice have to sound so small and pathetic? You spin round to look at him and he’s stood at the other side of his bed, fastening his belt and tucking his shirt in. You half expect him to look at you with that amused expression he always does when he’s playing a trick on you but instead he glances at your briefly and shrugs. “I’m not your fucking whore, Draco. I’m not here for you to just have fun with and then forget about until you feel like it.” Your voice is raised now, anger is definitely what you feel as you look at him.

“Then why did you go along with it?” He shouts at you, his eyes flashing with the same anger that must be resembled in yours and you feel your heart sink at the fact that he doesn’t even deny what you said. “No, look, it wasn’t like that and you know it.” Sometimes you hate the way Draco can go from yelling to perfectly calm within the space of a few seconds like he did just now but you know from the steady tone of his voice that he’s still angry. “It- that wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t know what came over me but it wasn’t meant to happen.”

“But it did happen. Whether you wanted it to or not, it happened.” Given the fact Draco’s lowered his tone, you make an effort to do the same but your words a still sharp. “You have no right to treat me like shit just because we’re not dating anymore, you’ve got no fucking right.” As you observe his face, you notice that he looks a little hurt by your words. This is something that you can’t quite understand because right now, he’s the one in the wrong, he’s the one who fucked everything up again just when you thought things could be okay.

“I’m doing this to protect you!” You laugh in disbelief at his words; typical of a Malfoy to always want to come across as noble even when they’re so clearly out of order. “Don’t you understand? We can’t be together because it’s not safe! You’re not safe with me.” He’s serious, you notice by the frantic tone of voice he has, his wide eyes that show you he’s definitely not saying this to scare you aware. That’s when you realise you’ve never seen Draco look scared before, not completely and totally terrified. That is, not until you saw the emotion briefly flash over his features, quick enough that anybody else who didn’t know the difference between the real Draco and the tough façade he wears every day wouldn’t have noticed it but you do.

“Maybe I’d understand if you actually told me what’s going on. Talking in riddles isn’t helping either of us.” Draco’s eyes are practically pleading with you at this point to just stop asking questions because he wants to tell you, you know that now but he can’t. A small shake of his head as he averts his eyes to the floor confirms your assumptions and you can’t hide the disappointment you feel. “Didn’t think so.” Those are the last words you say before you exit the dormitory and Draco doesn’t even attempt to stop you. He was completely right before – this was a mistake.

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Room of Requirement

A/N. Timeline stuff is out of whack and I don't care cause it's cute

Draco P.O.V.

Stupid mudblood. Granger was always beating me in classes. I spend all my free time studying. I don't even practice quidditch anymore because I cannot allow myself to be outsmarted by a filthy little mudblood. 'Golden Trio' my ass. A half-blood, a mudblood and a blood traitor, are not golden. Disgusting filth. I should... Um.. Arrrg

I failed to practice what I would say in the common room with the other Slytherins. It's so hard pretending to hate people when you want to be one of them. I know I am supposed to be a stupid bigot like my father and his before him, but I can't-do it. I watch Potter and his friends having fun and caring about each other all day, and all I have is Crabbe and Goyle who are complete backstabbers and wanna be heartbreakers.

I ought to... I ought to hex them into oblivion! Yes, that's it. Disgusting filth. I ought to hex them into oblivion. Remove Potter from the school and send Granger to a bore put where she belongs. And knowing Weasel, he will follow her.

Yes, that ought to get some laughs from the guys, and Pansy. I envy Potter and his friends. I want to be that close to someone but all I get is a clingy pig nose and a bunch of snickering guys. Potter should have accepted my offer years ago, that way I wouldn't have to worry about these stupid Slytherins judging my every move. I have to be nasty, I mean they deserve it don't they? Everyone deserves to be knocked around every now and then. No one is completely innocent. That "golden trio" can kiss my ass.

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Potter was sitting at the Gryffindor table, as always, and talking to the Weasel and Granger, as always. As well as Dean and Seamus. His smile lights up the room, as Seamus describes some muggle sport to Weasle who seems utterly confused, the others all laughing at him. Granger is alright looking, I would say she was "hot" but she wasn't ugly, anymore. I fixed that when I jinxed her teeth. Weasle is wearing a stupid face and looking as if muggles were actually interesting. Dean was staring at Seamus with so much love.

"Draaaaaco" Pansy sang in my ear next to me. I was so focused on Potter's gang that I didn't notice her next to me, her pig snout right in my ear.

"What." I sneered

"You're watching them again." She said, fluttering her eyelashes.

"So what if I am?" I growled.

"Oh and your crying!" I reached up and touched my cheek. A single tear had escaped, and I don't know why. It was probably Dean and Seamus. So in love with each other, yet never admitting it. Sad really, if I was in love I would shout it to the world.

"Screw off Pansy. Better yet go screw Blaise, he's always staring at your ass."

"I think it's actually your ass he's staring at." I sat up straight. Suddenly self-conscious. I look over and see Blaise turn his head from looking at me.

"No way."

"Yeess way"

"You are such a fool."

"And you are a tool." She lent into my ear and I could feel her hot wet breath sticking in my ear "and that's why I want you."

"Thanks for the offer, but I think I will pass." She leant in closer and she started to touch my hand

"I can change your mind."

"But not my sexuality." I stand up, pushing her off me, her face stock still, shaped like an o.

I finally said it out loud. And I regret it. But I am glad that its out now.

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I sit alone in potions class today. Blaise and Pansy, flirting horribly and both obviously trying to make me jealous, while Crabbe and Goyle had ditched class together for some reason, probably to fuck. Hermione and Ron were also obviously flirting in some secretive way that I am pretty sure they didn't even know.

"Granger." Professor Snape's voice drawled. "As you and Mr. Malfoy seem to be the top of my class. I would like you both to work together on this next potion, to show the class, what happens when you study." Hermione groaned and dragged her endless pile of books and cauldrons over to my desk, and Ron shuffled in next to Harry.

"Malfoy. Before you speak, please don't call me names and be a bigot. I don't control my bloodline."

"Granger. I thought you knew better." I smirked and she arched an eyebrow. "Have you not noticed, how I'm only like that when I'm surrounded by cloaks of green." Hermione was as shocked as Pansy was this morning. "Oh come off it Granger! You are acting like Pansy when I told her I was gay." I went to my notes and I could see Granger staring at the back of my head, with no idea what to say.

"Sorry... I didn't realize." She mumbled

"I'm the one who was nasty. Not you. I should be sorry."

"Are you."

"Not 100%. Only about the mudblood stuff, oh and Ron swallowing slugs, but that was his own fault." She was definitely hiding a smile and trying not to laugh.

Ingredients instantly filled our cauldron and we finished before everyone else got past the 4th step.

"So. What did you smell in the amortentia?" Her face went red.

"What, what do you mean?"

"Last Lesson. I remember you saying, 'fresh cut grass, new parchment, spearmint toothpaste...' And you were going to say something else. So spill."

"Why, why should I?"

"I just told you I am gay which no one but you and Pansy knows. And I'm curious. It wouldn't happen to be... Ginger... Would it?" She blushed bright red

"Actually it was his hair."

"Knew it," I whispered. She was the colour of a muggle stop sign.

"Stop it okay."

"Sorry. No. I am actually not."

"Malfoy."

"Granger you're beautiful today." She blushed and I smiled.

_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\

"Mr. Weasly, you are to work with Mr. Malfoy today. Speaking on how Ms. Granger is in the hospital wing, you need someone to help you through so I don't have to slow down the rest of the class."

Harry groaned and Ron scowled at Professor Mcgonagle stated. Ron was also blushing but continued scowling at me as he dropped his single piece of Parchment and broken quill in the spot next to me.

"Weasel."

"Quiet Malfoy."

"What? Afraid I will spill your secret?"

"What secret, ferret." I shivered internally at the memory.

"About a certain bucked toothed brunette and why she's in the hospital wing."

"What would you know Malfoy!" He turned even redder then Granger did

"I know that she said a certain thing to you, which I helped her with by the way, and you may have been so shocked your wand... Went off." I smirked. Weasly was looking at me as if I just said something he feared

"Is... Is it true? That she ah, she" I put my hand up

"Obviously." Weasly smiled.

"Thanks... Draco." That was a surprise.

"By the way, sorry for you know, being a horrible person and stuff." I shrugged

"Doesn't mean it didn't happen."

"I know."

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The room of requirement was open, And the golden trio were standing inside the doors, Hermione and Ron were blushing and holding hands. Potter was not the happiest of wizards.

"DRACO!" Hermione called. And I slumped in and closed the doors.

"Did you seriously have to summon me here?"

"Obviously," Ron said and winked.

"Hey, Potter."

"I heard what you did for my friends, and thank you I guess. Just know that this doesn't mean that what you did is forgiven."

"Who said anything about forgiveness? I just want a restart." I shrugged. "I was always jealous of you guys and the Slytherins are very judgemental so, I guess I just took out my frustrations on you three. And the rest of the school." I smiled.

"So... Draco."

"Yes, Harry?"

"You're gay?"

"Hermione I told you it was secret..."

"Shhhh Draco." She giggled.

"I ah, I have to tell you, that um. Hermione do I have to?" Harry pleaded

"Yes." She said sternly and looked at Ron who was very passive.

"Dracoivehadacrushonyousincefirstyeardespitehowhorribleyouwere."

"Well Potty, how interesting." I smeared and went closer to him. My heart pounding. "You liked little Ol me? The death eaters son? The bigot?"

"I... I don't know why it's just...." I shut him up by grabbing him and pulling him against me. His breath caught.

"Well, maybe I like you to."

Hermione was squealing and Ron groaned. Harry was red and blushing, I was just happy and looking at him with the evilest glare I could muster.

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