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greededling · 4 months

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unlike draco apologists, i support Luke apologists. when he shows his true colors and everyone on tiktok starts spouting "I COULD FIX HIM" im like. yeah you probably could. please do.

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan #dont talk to me about draco on this post btw please #i dont want to hear it. i dont hate the character he's just boring and racist.

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profoundmakerdreamerss-blog · 20 days

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Tomarry AU where Tom HATES this book he read because his favourite character dies a miserable death. So what if his favorite character was a no-named side villain? Why does it matter that he only had like seven lines (seven is Tom's favourite number anyways)? He was still gorgeous, smart and strong and beautiful — and it doesn't matter that others think he isn't all that because they would never know him— understand him like TOM DOES.

An AU where Tom has a healthy obsession with a character named Harry Potter, a no named baron's son who was the first to go against the king (MC's father, and the mc who is incidentally known as Draco Malfoy, ahem anyways); he tries to “poison” him. But he gets caught or to be more precise he ends up sacrificing himself for the common girl Hermione Granger (the female lead, I'm sorry guys but imagine the fucking drama.) who gets blamed for his transgressions.

But that is not why Tom falls for this weak villain, no — it's because he respects how this no-named orphan became a baron on his own two feet without anyone being there for him especially in a world where old money and title is everything— and he hates how he had to give his life for the MC to notice the female lead? (Harry is better looking and smarter than her anyways — Tom, in an online forum perhaps.)

Anyways, now imagine Tom dying (he hated it so yes he ends up looking for immorality anyways.) and waking up in the world he hated. Now imagine, Tom Riddle, waking up in the body of a Duke who wasn't even given a name in the novel. (He would know because he has a photographic memory, ok? It's totally not because he read it more than 14 times) and then saying fuck it and owning it.

Just think, Tom taking over the world slowly with his worldly knowledge while trying to keep Harry alive because even though he was right about Harry being smart; the guy treats his life like Draco treats his money - you get the idea.

#so yes #Tom Riddle but isekai's and tries to seduce the canon fodder #oh and he also takes over the world while he is at it #yes order is the main villain of the story tom read #Ron's family is still poor im sorry #Hermione can end up with Ron or Draco #it's up to you #but honestly i put them as mc #because draco is the signature blonde prince while Hermione is the signature smart brunette #like its a trope LMAOO #but dw Tom makes it all better #by being the bigger Villain?#haha. because guess what maybe Lucius was the main villain all along #ill stop #its just #its so like tom to fall for the villain in the story 😭#my man's probably hate read the story to shit on people because:#his harry deserved better #tomarry #harrymort #tom riddle #Harry Potter #also yes Tom still has black duchy's royalty #but he is the one who ends up winning Bellatrix and Barty #and yes Narcissa (the queen) helps Tom save Harry 🥰#Ron is still Harry's best friend btw and because of Tom now so is hermione :')

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inevera13 · 1 year

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I was rereading my own fanfic (as you do) and I'm still really proud of it actually lol you can tell I wrote it for myself cuz I stay giggling 😭 very embarrassing!!!

#drarry #fanfic #harry potter #harry Potter fanfic #draco x harry #Severus Snape #fun fact i actually fucking hate snape but anyways...#in my head he's dracos mentor so #also he's so fucking fun to write???#can't lie #i wanna reiterate that fuck jkr btw #seriously she sucks so bad #draco malfoy

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sinsirellaxx · 2 months

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Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested on AO3: I suck at writing fluff but my heart ACHES to read one, can you perhaps make a Draco fic that’s more on fluff? The cinematic I imagine it is “Draco confessing his love for the first time” AND HE SUDDENLY BECOMES SO SHY AND TIMID ACKKK and it’s a thing that he bullies the reader and teases her.

Hello everyone! First time poster here — kinda nervous to post here idek why. 👀🫠

Anyways: I probably should prepare a post about requests and how to request etc. but will do that later. I first want to cross-post the bits I already have posted on AO3.

Hope you‘ll like it! x

BTW — not proofread. 🫶🏻

You were rushing through the corridors, the small note from Draco crumbled up in your fist as you walked to his dorm. You had been surprised that the boy had asked you for help after thinking that boy secretly hated you even though you were friends. You always thought he just endured your friendship because of the group.

You were usually never late – well except for today. But honestly – it wasn't your fault: You had been gathering some books that you would need to help Draco with his arithmancy coursework, when Harry Potter had approached you asking for help in finding a book. You couldn’t say no so you took the time to help the Gryffindor before you noticed his weirdly arranged tie, that you just had to fix.

You did not exactly excel in arithmancy, but you would take any chance to spend more time with him, even if he always teased you. After 10 more minutes – damn this huge school – you were finally in front of his dorm and officially 45 minutes late. Knocking on it softly the door immediately flew open, revealing a flustered Draco standing right in front of you.

"You finally made it, huh?!" The boy raised his brow at you as his blue eyes narrowed. "I hate waiting – you know that." You rolled your eyes as you bit back a grin at his attitude. You lifted the books in your hands with a sheepish shrug, showing him that you weren’t late without a reason. "I needed to get these first – thought they might help with our studies."

Draco visibly relaxed as he stepped back, creating space for you to walk into the room, the smell of the boy’s cologne immediately surrounded you.

"Oh, and Harry needed help with his tie – I swear that boy walks around looking like he's fallen off his broom almost every single day." Draco scoffed. "You're late because of Potter?" He spat – the angry scowl was back on his face as he pointedly glared at you. You loved teasing him just as much as he did and with the way the male was frowning all the time, he was sure to get wrinkly very fast. Shrugging your shoulders you walked towards the table, his eyes burning into your back as you put the heavy books on the cold wooden surface. "He's my friend too, you know." Draco rolled his eyes, feeling the urge to gag at the word friend. It sounded like an insult to him. "Well, I'm not just your friend!" The blonde scoffed as you turned to look at him. Your brows raised and your eyes widened slightly as you stared at the male – your heart skipped a beat at the possible insinuation of his words. Quickly getting rid of that thought you tilted your head slightly, a small frown slowly marring your face. “If not my friend – what are you then?” You questioned while crossing your arms in front of your chest. You noticed how his eyes briefly moved towards your arms – or your chest, you weren’t quite sure – before a faint blush dusted his cheeks. “W-Well, I’m your best friend.” Draco stuttered obviously flustered. You scoffed in disbelief, was the boy trying to mock you? “Best friends? Draco, you always tease me for being –“

Only now did you notice the candles decorating the room and a beautiful bouquet of red roses, wrapped in black paper sitting on the bed.

“W-What’s all this for?” You questioned as you suddenly felt uncomfortable. “Were – are you expecting another girl? Is that why you’re this mad because I’m late? Am I interrupting something?” You frowned at the blonde male.

“What? No, you idiot –“Draco rudely interrupted you, desperate to stop your rant. “Wait – why are you even mad?”

You closed your mouth at his question, silently cursing yourself as you wished for something – anything to happen. The expectant look in his eyes made you want to run as far as your legs could carry you, not knowing what to say without looking like a complete fool. “I- I don’t know – I should leave.” You mumbled as you turned around to leave the now suffocating room before embarrassing yourself in front of the boy you had been crushing on for the past two years.

Draco rushed after you and pulled you back, his cold fingers wrapping around your smaller wrist. You stumbled right into his chest, his lips almost touching yours as you stared into his eyes. You felt your face heat up as his eyes flickered to your parted lips and back to your eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you – this is for you. There is no other girl, y/n.” He muttered so quietly that you almost didn’t catch it. “B-But why?”

Draco groaned as his hands found your waist as he squeezed your flesh slightly. “You really are dense sometimes you know? I’m trying to tell you that I like you. Like really like you.”

“Oh.” Was the only thing you could force out as you were overwhelmed with the onslaught of emotions you experienced at his words. Looking down at his chest you tried to hide your burning face.

“Oh?” Draco chuckled as one of his hands moved to lift your chin slightly, forcing you to look into his face again. “Is that all you want to say, doll?”

“I-I like you too, Draco.” You finally uttered as you smiled up at him. You could physically feel the male relax, even though he was trying not to show it. “Can I kiss you?” You nodded, not trusting your voice not to break.

Draco slowly leaned down as he pressed his lips against yours in a chaste kiss – as if he was afraid of scaring you. He leaned back slightly – way too quickly for your liking – to stare at you with a serious look. “You know what this means, right?”

Shaking your head, you bit your lip.

“It means, you are mine now – no more fixing ties for Potter.”

A/N: Thanks for reading! Comments, requests, feedback etc. are highly appreciated!

#draco malfoy #draco imagine #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #slytherin boys #harry potter

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sitp-recs · 2 months

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Hi Liv,

Do you have any recs where Draco is Harry’s gay awakening?

Thank you 🙏 You’re the absolute best.

Thank you, anon 💜 I got a few recs for you, these also include bi awakening. Btw Writcraft and ignatiustrout are great authors that often explore this theme in their works so I highly recommend checking their ao3. Enjoy!

Bridges by @cavendishbutterfly (E, 16k)

Harry and Draco are on a trip to Budapest to help with Kingsley's re-election, but that's the boring bit. More interesting: Harry Potter is changing his Tinder preferences to include men.

Poor Unfortunate Souls by @doubleappled (E, 19k)

Draco is a potioneer. Harry is trying to save his sex-challenged marriage. Everything is a mess, but at least there's an octopus in the lobby.

Harry Potter and The Bisexual Awakening by @writcraft (E, 23k)

Harry is perfectly content being single, heterosexual and living in Godric's Hollow with his very clingy rescue dog, Snitch. When Draco Malfoy turns up on Harry's doorstep demanding that Harry teach him how to drive, things quickly become a lot more complicated.

The Venice Job by nishizono (E, 25k)

Harry Potter was one of the youngest Aurors in history. He was the Boy Who Lived, and the Boy Who Lived Again. He loved Guinness and Quidditch, and hated pineapple. He wrote letters to Hagrid every Thursday, and on Sundays, he visited Hermione and Ron. Harry Potter was also not gay.

Buds, Blooms, and Beards by @corvuscrowned (E, 27k)

Harry and Ginny have built an easy, happy life for themselves after the war. They run a thriving plant shop together, they have a great relationship, and they're definitely not gay.

Around You Moves by ignatiustrout (M, 29k)

Harry knew Draco was gay when he invited him to move in. He’s never had a problem with this. So why does he feel so weird about Draco bringing men home all of a sudden?

War Wounds by SilentAuror (E, 30k)

Some wounds take longer to recover from than others. HP/DM, with background HP/GW. Themes of alcoholism, love triangles, and dubious fidelity.

On One's Knees by pir8fancier (E, 34k)

The war is over and to the victors go the spoils. If you are triggered by infidelity, this is not the fic for you.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (M, 49k)

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

The Beauty of Thestrals and Other Unseen Things by @writcraft (E, 63k)

Harry has terrific friends, an amazing girlfriend and his job as Head Auror enables him to work on challenging cases and Ministry reform. He just wishes he could work out why he’s been so out of sorts.

Reparo by amalin (E, 85k)

Voldemort's final defeat does not mean Harry Potter's troubles are over; far from it. In the aftermath of war, he returns to a Hogwarts that is fractured and divided, but this is no break that can be fixed with a spell. New owls, fading scars, surprising alliances—and along the way, the hardest task of all, to live with it.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose and dustmouth (T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Level Two: Series One by Ashii Black (ashiiblack), blamebrampton, Catsintheattic, dustmouth, epithalamium, incandescent (lmeden), josephinestone (orphan_account), leveltwo, nerakrose, raitala, Romaine, Vaysh, Writcraft (E, 113k)

Witches and wizards are disappearing in a seemingly random fashion. Coincidence? Abductions? But no one is claiming ransom. The Aurors are not even sure the disappearances are connected, then one of the missing turns up dead. Meanwhile, Auror Harry Potter is thrown into the infamous Sirius Black Muggle murder case from 25 years ago.

Star Quality by who_la_hoop (E, 118k)

Two years after the war, and Harry’s content with his life. OK, so it’s a little annoying that he keeps winning Witch Weekly’s Most Eligible Bachelor award, and he’s really not looking forward to the unveiling of an enormous gold statue of himself, but he loves his friends, and he loves being an Auror. And if he yearns for something more, something he can barely bring himself to think about, well, he’ll probably get over it. No one’s happy all the time, are they?

Things Worth Knowing by Femme and noeon (E, 164k)

After the Battle, Harry thinks he's left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco's just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor. He's hoping he can steer clear of Potter this year and grapple with his own problems. Unfortunately for him, Potter appears to be one of those problems.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #bisexual awakening

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greenerteacups · 12 days

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I’ve meaning to send this ask for ages and finally found the courage to do so :) I started reading lionheart on a whim in the beginning of November and since them after reading everything a couple of times, all I can say is that it is a masterpiece. I am so in love with your writing, especially with how you give Draco the space to be gracious and grow up. I love for example when they are in the Slytherin common room and Draco see for himself that the mermaids are sentient beings just like him. Also, I am completely enamored with the golden quartet (?), the relationships between them feel much more balanced, and I have so much love for Harry, Hermione, and Ron. I do think you does the characters justice, if not written in a better and more honest, human way. Btw, I love your Narcisa because I am such an apologist for her and her crimes. (If Narcisa has million fans, then I'm one of them. If Narcisa has one fan, then I'm THAT ONE. If Narcisa has no fans, that means I'm dead.). This also aplies for hermione. Anyway, all I am trying to do is to put into words what the world you design means to me, but alas I do not seem to have. When the time comes for my unborn children to read the Harry Potter series, I am showing them your books and telling them it is canon.

Now that I am done showering you with complements, I have a couple of questions. First, after reading the last chapter (which I adored), the fight between Draco and Sirius, one of my favorite moments, kept coming to mind. Was it intentional for Draco to give such honest wake up call for Theo basing himself from the talk he had with Sirius years ago? Secondly, I am not sure with you already answer this, if so, feel free to tell me, but if you could choose Poet, Soldier or King for each – Draco, Harry, Hermione, and Ron – which one would they be?

Thank you for taking the time to read. I usually download each chapter because I like to highlight my favorite parts, I will try to be more present on AO3! And sorry for any English mistakes, it is not my first language!

Thank you, my friend! This is a completely lovely ask, and as I often do with lovely asks, I've hoarded it for a while to re-read whenever I want a nice treat. However, I've left the question unanswered long enough.

If we're going to do the Soldier/Poet/King test, I want to complicate it a little. You can either do it by personality (the way we do when we say "I'm soldier!" or "I'm poet!") or you can do it by narrative role, i.e. what you actually do in the context of the story. Those can be different. For instance, you can be a poet-coded soldier (your chosen weapon is your word, but you're pushed by your circumstances to fight), or a soldier-coded king (you carry a mighty sword, but you're forced off the battlefield to rule, i.e. you want to fight but you can't). That opens up the range of ways to fill the role. So it's like:

Obviously, the central axis here is going to be the most satisfied/content with their lot in life, but there's a broad range of happinesses.

If you ask me, Harry is a poet-coded king, because he's incredibly reluctant to take leadership, and he doesn't want anyone to fight for him. He runs away in Deathly Hallows because he can't stand to be at the center of a war (which is going to happen anyway) and has only accepted Ron and Hermione's sacrifice begrudgingly. It's also worth saying that Harry's best moments come when he's trying to talk someone down: he's telling Remus to go back to Tonks, he's telling Slughorn to preserve Lily's memory by being noble for her sake, he's telling Riddle to "try for remorse." Harry is at his best when he's giving consolation and understanding, not when he's fighting; his signature spell is Expelliarmus. Kid's not a soldier. And he hates the idea of being a king. (This is, not coincidentally, one of the unhappiest combinations.)

I read Ron as a true soldier, not because he enjoys fighting, but because that's almost always his knee-jerk reaction to conflict, and it's also where a lot of his strengths lie. Ron is brash and bold and he will swing if you step to him, and that's why people love him (or hate him, if they do). Even in his best moments, when he's being a strategist and tactician, he's employing his skills in the service of battle. And the narrative is happy to put him in positions where that's the skill he has to contribute. He thinks of the basilisk fangs and the house-elves in the kitchens; he's good at tactics, but he doesn't do broad-strokes strategy.

Hermione is king-coded soldier, because I think in a different series of novels, she is absolutely the protagonist, and she kind of thinks she should be. She's proactive, driven, clever, and calculating, and she orders people around like she's the boss of them — usually with good reason, but she still does. She sees herself as the HBIC, and she often gets a bit irritated when other people don't jive with that idea. It's funny how often Harry gets along by just doing what Hermione tells him. That being said, her narrative role is being sworn in Harry's service, and as the books go on, she increasingly embraces that. She defends him and offers to risk her life for him, sacrifices volumes (her parents!!) and compromises her safety (gets tortured!) for his sake, all without complaining or seeming to begrudge Harry at all. He's her king; she's his knight. Which is another way of saying soldier.

Draco is a poet-coded soldier, or possibly a poet-coded king, depending on what direction you take his arc from the source material. In the books, he's kind of a flop, God bless him, he doesn't really manage much in the final days of the war. Besides refusing to identify Harry (after identifying both of Harry's well-known travel companions... booboo you tried), he's basically fit for neither use nor ornament from Book 6 onward. But taken more broadly, he is someone who absolutely does not want to be here — he doesn't want to fight, he doesn't want to be in danger, he doesn't want to risk people — getting conscripted forcibly into a conflict that was running for years before he was born. And he's conscripted, like Harry, because of his heritage; it's a position he was born into. Depending on how you read his relationship to power, and having it, he can either be a soldier or a king, or someone teetering on the cusp between them.

#i've deliberately leaned into their canon characterizations here to avoid spoilers #but I don't think they're fundamentally different in LH #I think of LH as just... sitting down at the DJ booth and changing the mixing #also by the way you never ever have to apologize for your English to me. I make typos all the time #and I don't know what your first language is but I'm willing to bet you speak a lot more of mine than I do of yours #so you're the one putting the effort into allowing us to communicate with each other #the correct response to that act of generosity is gratitude #greenteacup asks #lionheart spoilers

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fallingforfictionalcharacterss · 1 year

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

Because that´s what you do when you love someone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That was brilliant Hermione!”, you grinned.

Your friend smiled humbly.

“It was just Malfoy.”, she responded.

“Still bloody amazing.”, Ron assented you.

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

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

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

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

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

A knock on the door made you flinch.

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

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

“Are you okay?”

Obviously she noticed.

“I´m okay. Just give me a second.”

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

Even though you knew it wouldn’t last.

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

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

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

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

“Sorry I…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your heart skipped a beat.

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

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

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

Malfoy was still returning your gaze, not blinking once.

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

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

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

“Fuck you.”, you whispered.

Then you turned around and walked away, swaying slightly.

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

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

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

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

“(Y/n)?”

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

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

“Are you alright?”

Stupid question. Did you look like you were alright?

“I… shit, if I´ve gone too far…”

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

“I mean… fuck, I´m sorry.”

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

“Can I… Can I do anything for you?”

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

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

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

You just gave Malfoy a short shake of your head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I´m fine.”, you responded.

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

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

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

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

But you shook your head.

“I just want to get back to my dorm.”

“I´ll accompany you.”

But you only shook your head again.

“No need for that.”

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

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

“(Y/n), wait!”

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

“What is it this time?”

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

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

You let out a joyless laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

The Slytherin narrowed his eyes.

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

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

Malfoy nodded and extended his hand once more.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hold on.”

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

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

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

“Your arm.”

“What´s wrong with my arm?”

“Pull up the sleeve.”

“What? Why should I?”

“Pull it up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t distract.”

Silence.

“Did… Did you do this?”, he asked.

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

“Why would you even care?”

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

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

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

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

Silence.

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

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

“(Y/n).”

You groaned and pulled the blanket over your head.

“(Y/n).”

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

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

“Head still hurts.”, you mumbled.

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

Now you were looking at your friend questioningly.

“What is it?”

Hermione looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

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

“Just tell me Mione.”, you sighed.

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

You frowned.

“Who?”

“Malfoy.”

Your eyes widened. You felt wide awake again immediately.

“Malfoy?”

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

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

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

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

She frowned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you want?”, you spoke up.

Malfoy looked at you in disbelief.

“Are you for real?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, I am.”

The Slytherin raised an eyebrow.

“Are you?”

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

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

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

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

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

You shook your head.

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t.”

“And will you?”

You returned his gaze carefully.

Malfoy hesitated for a moment.

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

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

“What?”

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

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

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

“That’s not what I meant.”

“But what I understood.”, you hissed.

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

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

“But I promise I´ll try.”

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

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

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

Malfoy nodded.

“Okay, well then.”

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled sadly.

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

He nodded again.

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

This time a real smile crept on your face.

“Thanks.”

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

“Well, then, see you around I guess.”

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You flinched, but then you recognized him.

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

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

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

“I could ask you the same.”

“I just wanted to go to my dorm to…”

“To?”

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

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

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

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

“What book?”

“It´s for homework. Potions.”

“Which book exactly?”

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

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

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

“Don’t lie to me (Y/n).”

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

“What then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

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

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

You gave him a short nod.

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

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

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

His eyes widened.

“What?”

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

But Draco shook his head.

“You know I can´t.”

“You can. You have to.”

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

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

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

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

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

You froze.

“What?”

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

“Draco, you can´t…”

“I can. And I will.”

“You won´t.”

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

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

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

“But you… I… I trusted you.”

Draco nodded.

“I know.”

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

“That´s extortion.”, you spit out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could feel Draco shaking his head,

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled at the boy wryly.

“Thank you.”

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

“Nothing to thank me for love.”

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

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

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

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

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

You grinned.

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

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

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

“So you admit it.”

“Admit what?”

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

You rolled your eyes.

“You might be.”

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

“You´re adorable.”

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

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

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

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

“You do for sure.”, you laughed.

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

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

Draco looked at you questioningly.

“For what?”

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

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

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

You mirrored his smile.

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

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ronweasleysslut · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Its here bitches. It’s been a year since i started posing on this hell site and i’m super excited for y’all to read these fics <3

(Days 1, 2, & 3 will be posted on October 4th. some things came up, hope y’all aren’t too mad at me but i will have them to you soon :)

btw here’s last years masterlist to tide you over

October 1

- Ron Weasley~ Size kink, Switch!ron & Switch!reader

October 2

- Spencer Reid~ Sensory deprivation

October 3

- Draco Malfoy~ Temperature play

October 5

- Charlie Swan~ Daddy kink

October 7

- James Potter~ Mommy kink

October 8

- Steve Harrington~ Make-up sex

October 9

- Theodore Nott~ Public sex

October 10

- Edward Cullen~ Marking kink

October 12

- Remus Lupin~ CNC

October 14

- Peter Parker~ Cockwarming/sub

October 15

- Mattheo Riddle~ Breath play

October 16

- Fezco~ Angry!sex

October 17

- Cedric Diggory~ Overstimulation

October 19

- Aaron Hotchner~ Healing/comfort sex

October 21

-Sirius Black~ Oral fixation, exhabitionism

October 22

- Jacob Black~ Dumbification

October 23

- Harry Potter~ Cunnilingus

October 24

- Steve Rodgers~ Breeding Kink

October 26

- Tom Riddle~ Knife Kink

October 28

- Carlisle Cullen~ Doctor x patient/cheating kink

October 29

- Blaise Zabini~ Sadist!Blaise, Dacryphilia, Edging

October 30

- Loki Laufeyson~ Bondage

October 31

- The Weasley Twins~ Hate sex

(Tagging moots 💕🫶🏻)

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t-thathandsomedevil · 7 months

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~Her~ || Mattheo R. x fem! Reader

Author note! <33 I hope you like it, I worked on it at flipping school so Its fluff only. I always accept corrective criticism, spelling correction, grammar correction, and requests. Im sorry this is so bad and cringy btw. -A/N❤

1,492 words 7,983 characters

You listened silently to the conversation the other girls at the lunch table were having, feeling awkward at the prospect you didn’t know any of them. “Oh my god I love him so much” a girl with short brown hair and friendly makeup gushed, pointing to a boy at the table across from the one you were sitting at. You turned your head slightly, enough to be able to see who she was pointing at but not enough to be noticed. The boy she was pointing at had curly black hair, brown eyes and light skin and was grinning and talking to a friend. Mattheo Riddle. — “Let's play truth or dare!” Lorenzo said excitedly “I need a new story to post on buzzfeed.” Theodore rolled his eyes and smirked at Enzo “I should’ve guessed. But okay because I am boooorrrrrddddd af” “Okay” Mattheo said, eying the pretty girl in a hoodie with H/L H/C hair sitting quietly and alone, like she always does. “I wanna play and I wanna go first.” Draco said flatly, slicking back his platinum blonde hair. “I want to play as well, like I have to catch up on all my friend’s drama” Blaise said casually while eating his hamburger. “Truth or Dare is my fav game so yes!” Pansy gushed “Okaayy Theodore Nott. truth of dare” Draco asked “Truth.” “Is it true you…. Are dating Enzo?” “Yea.” “Okay…. Enzo truth or dare?” Theo asked, smirking at his boyfriend. “Dare” “I dare you to kiss me right now” Lorenzo rolled his eyes but smiled and leaned in and gave Theodore a soft but long kiss. “You guys are such a cute couple” Pansy noted, smiling wide “ANYWaayy, my turn because Enzo is kissing Theo.” Blaise said.

“no, I’m still going” Lorenzo huffed, shoving Blaise softly. “Mattheo truth or dare?” “Dare” “I dare you to kiss your crush” “Wtf bro I don’t a crush” “Don’t lie I saw you staring at Y/N” “Oooooooohh” Pansy squealed “Someone has a cruuuushhh” Mattheo blushed and scowled “Fine I do like her buuut she don’t know who tf I am” “Don’t make excuses.” — The lunch bell rang, signaling the end of lunch period and you were the first to get up. You hated the cafeteria. It was loud, food was flying everywhere, but most of all, you had to sit with people you didn’t know and who had friends and you just sat there yourself. You looked over your shoulder at Mattheo. The girl from earlier was there. Her short brown bob bouncing as she spoke. As you watched her talk to Mattheo, you felt a twinge of jealousy. Why do I feel jealous?? — “I’m Joyce,” A girl with short hair that bounced annoyingly. “Yea hi Joyce what do you want?” Mattheo asked, trying not to sound irritated. He absolutely hated when girls talked to him randomly and flirted with him and asked for his number and tried to use pick-up lines that stunk worse than public bathrooms. “I like your…. Eyes” She gushed Ew “Yea yea I like your um shirt” Mattheo said curtly “Is that all? Because I have to get to class” “Oh yea” Joyce said sweetly “I have to go to class too. Why don’t we go together?” Mattheo rolled his eyes “What class do you have?” “I have orchestra!” “Well, I have ELA and the orchestra room is downstairs right down this hall.” Stupid…. Joyce blushed “O-oh okay. See you later, then” She winked and gave Mattheo what she thought was a winning smile. Well f I’m late now… — You carefully wrote your name at the top of your page. At least I’m a good student… even though nobody likes me. You thought, pushing the page to the corner of your desk. “We’ll be working as partners” no…… “You can choose your groups, I’m sure your capable” Oh my god no

Everyone buzzed with excitement and found groups with their friends, leaving only you. The door opened and a boy stumbled in, panting. “I’m sorry I was late sir” he said “A girl named Jane was bugging me.” “Okay, I don’t need your excuses,” The teacher surveyed the room “Go work with Y/N.” You flushed and looked away. I have to work with MATTHEO! “Okaayy” Mattheo said, giving you a ravishing grin. “Hey princess” he said when he planted himself in the seat beside you You scowled “I’m not a princess.” “I’m sure you aren’t. What do we need to do?” “You’d know if you came to class on time and not 20 minutes late.” Mattheo laughed, “A girl named James was bugging me.” “You said Jane” “Well something like that.” You rolled your eyes. “We have to write a book report.” “Nooooooooo” Mattheo whined “I hatteeeee book repoorrtts” “You sound like a child” You said, looking at Mattheo coldly. “Okay finee,” he straightened “What book?” “What did you read?” If anything, Mattheo grinned “I read The Lord of The Rings” You rolled your eyes “What happened?” “Umm… I actually read Wattpad fanfic…” “I figured as much” You said, smiling a little “What happened?” As Mattheo retold the story, you looked over his face. He’s actually kinda pretty…. Wtf!? “You good? You look like you spaced out for a sec,” Mattheo said, smirking “W-what, oh sorry, so um yea what continue” “I already finished,” “Oh okay you can write it down, then.” What is wrong with me?? Mattheo’s hand brushed up against yours as he took the pencil from your hand. You felt your face heat up and you bit your lip. “Do you want to go to the library with me during our free period?” Mattheo asked while writing down the book report horribly. “Why?” You demanded “Because I see you sitting alone during lunch and during your free period.” He looked like he wanted to say more, but he only smiled and set down the pencil “See you later, then?” and stood up to leave. You felt slightly disappointed as you watched him leave, but you shook off the feeling and picked up the book report he left. — “How’d it go?” Enzo asked, smirking at Mattheo. “It went amazing.” Mattheo grinned “I asked her if she wanted to meet me at the library during free period. She looked like she liked the idea.”

“you better make the most romantic scene bro. I want tea and I want a nice movie to watch” Theodore said, tossing Mattheo a cigarette. “And I want something to post on Buzzfeed.” Lorenzo said “and Theo you can’t have cigarettes.” “Ugh” Theodore reluctantly handed Lorenzo his box “You too, Mattheo” — You skipped your 4 period class to get ready. Something you swore never to do. You curled your H/C H/L hair and stuck a small flower behind your ear. You sighed “What happened to me?” You curled your lashes, and applied a light layer of blush. The bell finally rang and you felt excitement rise in your body, but you battled it down and put on a straight face. When you got there, you found Mattheo already sitting on a beanbag chair, he had a black Nirvana t-shirt and black cargo pants. “You look nice,” He said “How did you get that all done?” You had a black tank top with a nice necklace and faded blue jeans. “I skipped my 4th period class. It was gym, anyway.” Mattheo laughed “I pretended to be sick and ‘went to the nurse’” “You are such a bad student!” you said, smiling down at the ground as you sat in the beanbag chair next to Mattheo. “And you are a wonderful student,” he winked, “That’s why I like you.” You blushed “Shut up, Riddle” “Okay Y/L/N” “Can I ask you something?” Mattheo asked “Sure, what is it?” “I- this was a dare, but I really do like you,” “I expected as much. Who gave you the dare?” “Lorenzo Berkshire.” Mattheo blushed and looked down “C-can I kiss you?” “Part of the dare?” You asked, unable to keep the hurt from your voice “No- yes, but the dare was to kiss my crush..” Mattheo said, not looking at you. “Please don’t hate me…” You sighed “I don’t hate you, Mattheo. Why do you think I skipped a class to do my makeup?” Mattheo smiled “So can I kiss you?” “Yes” Mattheo pressed his lips onto yours. He tasted like cigarettes, mint gum, and strawberry shortcake, as odd as that sounds. His hand traveled up your back and his other hand went to the back of your head, tangling in your hair. “I love you so much, Y/N…” He mumbled in between kisses. “I love you too…”

— “Best movie ever actually” Theodore whispered to Lorenzo “This is gonna get so many views,” Lorenzo whispered back, typing furiously on his phone. “I’m gonna tease him for this for eternity” Draco whispered, smirking “Your meeeeean” Pansy whispered, her lips pouting “They’re adorable!”

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charlottehpfics · 4 months

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kiss me but it’s wrong… A Draco Malfoy fic (part 3)

A/N: EVERYBODY SORRY TO KEEP Y’ALL WAITING :(( btw if ur enjoying this series pls follow me? I’d appreciate it so so much!

Draco Malfoy x fem!reader warnings: cheating, fluff, aftermath of the battle, reader is wearing a gown, lying, Draco being hot, some angst? lmk if I missed something :)

summary: part 2 and 1 are on my blog… go read those 1st and you’ll find a summary on the 1st one!

“I feel like people just purposefully play with my emotions at this point,” you heard Astoria sigh. You almost felt bad for her. Almost. “Of course someone I barely know would come to me for help on something like this… I’m just too gullible, am I?” Astoria continued sorrowfully, wringing her hands in deep thought. At last, she nodded to nobody in particular and headed out the door. “I’ll deduce that she fell for it.” You laughed silently, poking your head out of your hiding spot.

You shimmied through the thin gap between the door and the doorframe as to not make much noise. A tiny creak nearly gave you away, but thankfully everyone in the manor seemed to be too busy to notice. You cursed yourself for wearing such loud shoes, since they echoed quite well through the dark halls of the manor.

Finally, you spotted Astoria in Draco’s study. She seemed to be deep in thought once again, the way her brows were furrowed and her eyes were clouded with distant thoughts. Astoria was clutching a thin leather satchel that seemed to be full. “I’ll set off now, I’d best arrive before dark…” she muttered, and with a final sigh, she snuck out of the study. “She’a gone,” you breathed, inhaling the familiar scent of Draco’s cologne.

But how were you going to get to Draco? The realization alone could crush you. Would he reject you? Did he truly love Astoria that much? You had no time to contemplate these questions before Draco stumbled into the study with a worried expression on his sharp face. “What’s with all the mumbling? ‘storia?” You could tell he was sleepy, the way his cute features were softened yet painted with concern.

“She’s not here. I am, though,” you shyly walked out of the corner you had squeezed into when he entered. You had expected yourself to be confident during the confrontation, yet you were anxious that the conversation would take a turn for the worst. “Huh?” Seeing Draco struggling to recognize you, basked in the glow of the morning sun, was quite upsetting.

“Look, Astoria…she…left.” You continued, fighting the urge to just run away screaming about why you thought this was a good idea in the first place. But it was hard to quench your thirst for Draco’s love, and it became harder when Astoria was all over him. You knew that he thought Astoria made him a better man, but you hated how she changed him. Draco was never like this at Hogwarts. You liked it, since he was warmer, but you hated it because it wasn’t you who did that.

“What do you mean? Who even are you?” He eyed you suspiciously, and a single tear threatened to spill from your eyes. “She left, okay? I saw her leave and I came in to see why I kept hearing mumbling about ‘running away’. I live nearby, and…” Draco gripped his robes in frustration. “You are a muggle, aren’t you? If you are, I’ll have to obliviate you.”

“I’m a witch. You knew me at Hogwarts. Please, Draco, I was your…best friend… in our fourth year... Don’t you remember me? Y/N L/N?” You stuttered, faltering when his emotions remained unreadable. “Y/N?” He whispered at last, almost as if he refused to believe it was you. “I-I thought you died…” he said again, just as softly. You watched as Draco rubbed his eyes, like he thought he was dreaming.

“You’re….alive.” He gasped at last, running forward to hug you. And shockingly, he pressed his lips to yours. You didn’t hesitate either, unleashing all the pent up anger you felt whenever Astoria was around him. “I love you and I know that you’re engaged to Astoria but I couldn’t stop thinking about you and I know this sounds ridiculous but I sometimes get jealous when she’s around you because I wish you noticed my crush on you during our years at Hogwarts and during the battle I wanted to talk to you about this but Astoria got there first and I think I’ve been a mess since then.” You gushed out all at once, like a waterfall of sadness you had hidden for so long.

to be continued…

PART 4 COMING SOON!

#cedric diggory #draco lucius malfoy #fred weasley #george weasley #gryffindor #hp boys x reader #harry potter #hp imagines #hpboysreact #ron weasley #draco imagine #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco fic #draco x reader #Draco Lucius Malfoy

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saintsenara · 7 months

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Hi, for the choose violence ask game 🔥🔥🔥, I'd like to hear your opinions on 10, 13, 16 and 22 (if some don't inspire you, you can skip them ^^)

Btw, I discovered your blog around a week ago and let me tell you, I think I binged all of your one-shots and commented on practically all of them, + I passed way too much time on your Tumblr blog/AO3 account, something I didn't do in YEARS, so thx for making me go back to my fanfiction obsessed phase xD

thank you very much, anon - this is absolutely lovely!

[choose violence ask game here]

10. what is the worst part of fanon?

‘the class system is good, actually.’

as someone who is also annoying, vaguely sinister, and spends a remarkable amount of time with the dead (because i’m a doctor, rather than a serial killer, i promise), i am one of lord voldemort’s ride-or-die girlies. what i am not a ride-or-die girly for is the tiresome pro-aristocracy fanon which infects so many death-eater-centric fics.

the sacred twenty eight is not real (it’s a pisstake of things like debrett’s), lucius malfoy doesn’t have a seat on the wizengamot, when sirius says his parents thought being a black made them ‘practically royal’ it is with utter disdain and not a statement of fact, aristocrats are not better or more special than people who are not aristocrats, just as purebloods are not better or more special than people who are half-blood or muggleborn.

class is the central theme of the harry potter series, absolutely - just as it is the central theme of pretty much everything in britain - but that doesn’t mean that glorifying it is good or enjoyable or a way of sticking it to jkr. if you meet real-life aristocrats, they’re almost exclusively all cringe. don’t give them a veneer of being sexy and fun that they don’t deserve.

13. who gets the worst blorbofication?

regulus black.

someone with a scrapbook about terrorist activities is not a sweet little baby.

16. what is a trope, characterisation, headcanon etc. that you can’t understand why people like?

ron being written as dumb or abusive.

ron is incredible and i love him. he’s emotionally mature, kind, obviously a wife-guy, clever, a big-picture thinker etc., and i hate when he gets turned into a violent boor just for being a dick about viktor krum (he was acting up because he’s bi and he fancied krum, for one; hermione is just as bad about how ron acts around fleur and lavender, for two).

i especially hate it when he gets turned into a violent boor to enable hermione to run off with either severus snape or draco malfoy. two men whom i always associate with the phrase ‘not prone to jealousy’...

22: what is your favourite part of canon, which everyone else ignores?

that they’re wearing pointy hats on nearly all occasions.

#choose violence ask game #aristocracy is cringe #regulus black #is also cringe #ron weasley #is the goat #asks answered

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we-were-born-to-be-free · 1 year

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Guilty - D.M

A/N: Just an idea I had... it's kinda sad though.</3 BTW this is set in the beginning of their sixth year. I don't think I described it properly...

"Y/L/N, we need to talk. Follow me."

Y/L/N. Draco hadn't used that named since first year, one that he hated you in. You followed him into his room, hoping he was just playing a prank on you. You went in and closed the door behind you. Your boyfriend was pacing around his bedroom, obviously very anxious.

"I'm breaking up with you."

Your heart sinks. "What?! Why my love?"

"I don't love you anymore." he says, still pacing and with no emotion.

"No," you say in disbelief. "No. You don't mean it. You can't even look me in the eye! What's going on Draco?"

He finally looks at you and repeats his words," I don't love you anymore."

You know that he's lying. You've known him for 5 years, long enough to know what he's feeling. You know that he's been distant all year, only because of the burdens of carrying the Dark Mark. You know that he loves you. But what you don't know is why he is telling you the opposite.

But as you look into his eyes, you can see all the pain, all the frustration and all the helplessness he is trying to convey. He just doesn't want you to get hurt because of his decisions.

"Is this because of the Mark? My love, that doesn't define you," you say in attempt to console your blonde boyfriend, now avoiding eye contact completely. "This isn't going to work if you keep pushing me away!"

"I don't want to, I swear Y/N. You're the only person in my life I don't want to leave," he tries explaining, bringing your hands to his lips and kissing them softly." But I can't let you get hurt. If I don't do this, then He's going to find you, and He's going to make me watch Him while he hurts you," he says, voice trembling from fear. " And I can't let that happen. I love you so, so much," he whispers as a single tear rolls down his cheek as he moves away from you slightly. You try to conceal your tears that threaten to fall. You wipe the stray tear off his pink tinged cheeks.

"Dray, you don't have to do this my love," you say, tears now falling and blurring your vision slightly. "We can do this together Baby. I can help you."

"No! What don't you understand," he says, raising his voice. "I am going to hurt you eventually! I can't bear it Y/N." As he turns his back towards you, ashamed of himself, he knows what he's doing. He's pushing you away.

"Draco, you're hurting me. Don't do this. Please," you whisper in attempt to conceal the tremble in your voice. Once he hears you're crying he immediately regrets everything he said. He swiftly turns around and apologises profusely.

"I'm sorry Darling. I'm so sorry," he says bringing you into his embrace. But you're tired. Tired of him pushing you away and then coming back to you, making you confused once again.

"No, Draco. No," you say pushing his loving arms away from your bodice. "Don't 'Darling' me. What do you want? Do you want me to be with you? Or do you want me to leave? Because it's hurting me Dray. You're confusing me and I don't know what to do."

That's it. You finally let your walls come down as your tears fell uncontrollably. And Draco had no luck in hiding his pain either. You moved closer towards him and gathered him in your arms, trying to feel some comfort in knowing that you'll always be here for him, and he will always be here for you.

You both moved to sit on the bed, making yourselves comfortable in the other's embrace. You both gripped onto each other's shirts, not wanting to ever let go. You sobbed and sobbed until your heart wrenching sobs turned into quiet sniffles.

Draco's tears kept coming. He's been hiding his pain for so long, trying to be strong for you and you only. His grip on you only became tighter.

"Baby," you ask hesitantly," Do you want me to go?"

"No. No please don't go," he begs, starting to cry once more. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry my Love. I didn't mean to hurt you. I swear. It's all my fault," he says, now sobbing into the crook of your neck, seeking comfort.

You hate it. You hate that he's in so much pain. You hate that you can't do anything about it.

"I'm here my love. I'm right here," you say, reassuring your blonde boyfriend. "It's not your fault love. I promise. We're going to be okay. We'll make it out of this. I love you. I love you baby."

You hold him for the rest of the night, whispering sweet words into his hair. He clung onto you like a helpless child. Nobody slept that night. You just spent much needed time with your other half.

"Dray?"

"Mhm."

"I love you. I'll never leave you, okay?"

"I love you too my darling."

#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #deatheater!draco x reader #Sad baby Drayy

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Last Daily Blog September 19, 2023

Well, it was worth a try, but this didn't turn out like I hoped. For one, I couldn't keep up with a Daily blog or Weekly. My priority has always been on getting my writing done first, and since I've gone to a scheduled posting of once a week for my WIP, I haven't found the time. And since the goal of this was for more fandom interaction, I kind of failed there, too, so I lost the inclination.

I'm also going to stop posting my weekly WIP fic updates. My last post last Tuesday, and Reblog the next day got one Like. There could be a variety of reasons, but this is consistent. If I post a rec for someone else's fic or reblog something, I'll get a fair amount of Likes and Reblogs. If it is my own work....... So, since I have less than 200 followers, it's not a productive way to promote my own work. In other words, my fandom ego gets embarrassed. I do understand that I tend to write niche or on-the-edge Drarry fics. From politics to trans-female!Draco with Harry during the 2-year transition, and this one where we have bi-sexual!Harry (Draco's is in Azkaban for 30 years, and Harry has to marry to uphold the family bloodline). I get it. LOL

So, one last time: Chapter 15 of The Azkaban Letters is up. Next week Harry enters the Portrait Room to meet all of his ancestors.

Okay, enough about my personal issues. BTW I will continue reccing fics and watchout, @hd-fan-fair is coming up in October!

What I've Been Reading:

I'm thoroughly enjoying @oflights The Star Splitter. This is a Drarry Chapter fic that is updated regularly.

Summary:

On a routine time travel assignment to the past, Draco stumbles upon 7-year-old Harry Potter and witnesses his neglect and mistreatment by the Dursleys. In the moment, there is only one solution, even if it goes against all his training as a Time Agent: he has to bring Harry back to the future with him. In which Draco burns his life down for the sake of his former school rival.

@oflights is such an amazing plotter. Currently, there are seven chapters posted (34.5K), and Draco is in so much trouble that I haven't a clue how it can get resolved. It's truly delicious reading about Draco taking care of 7-year-old Harry but knowing he shouldn't be.

The Star Splitter on AO3

more recs and then fandom resources under the cut

@squintclover is a new author for me. She's got a very sweet 2 chapter fic going on where the first chapter has been posted. Twirling Cords (like in the muggle movies). I liked it so much that I perused her other fics posted and found this amazing gem. For anyone who loves Matilda and Ms Honey, Harry Potter; Miss Drew's Class; Y4 (2K) is a must read.

Summary:

A look at Harry Potter's life from the POV of his year 4 teacher, Miss Drew.

Snippit:

These are the last two lines of the opening scene:

We all go into teaching wanting to be Miss Honey. But none of us want to meet our Matilda. Harry Potter is my Matilda.

I don't tear up often, but in only 2K, I most certainly did.

Harry Potter; Miss Drew's Class; Y4 On AO3

Please give lots of love and comments to both fics!

Tumblr Resources:

How could I not do this section without mentioning thee amazing @sitp-recs. Reccer Extraordinaire! I'm guessing every one of my followers is a follower of Liv. Her pinned post is so nice and simple, but OMG there is so much under all of those links.

I was in complete awe this past Spring/Summer when she did the Rapid Fire Rec series. I mean come on, how did she do that? Someone gives her a prompt, and she turns around and gives 3 stories dealing with that prompt.

Liv doesn't do Fic Finds; she doesn't tolerate hate or neg comments. What she does is spread Drarry (fic and art) love in every way you can imagine. Tons of love and respect for @sitp-recs for all she does to keep Drarry and some of those rare pairs alive in hp fandom.

One last resource. I've had this on my list to post, but I couldn't track down the author. For those who write about Harry's childhood abuse, this is for you. If you know who compiled this list, please let me know, and I'll give the credit! It's well deserved.

HP Abuse

Okay, that's a wrap. It was fun!

As mentioned above, I'll still be doing recs and other commentary.

Cheers,

Rom

#romaine2424 daily blog #romaine2424 fics #drarry fic rec #resources #last daily type blog #sitp recs #oflights fic #squintclover fic

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