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Hellooo! I really really love your writings so much! I wanted to request something but you don’t have to do it! I’m thinking about a Draco Malfoy oneshot where Draco and reader aren’t close then one day reader’s potion goes wrong and kind of blows up on her face and she somehow loses her ability to see so she’s going to be blind for a week or something and a professor chooses Draco to assist her around, walk her to the classes and meals, read the books for her aloud, practically they do everything together and Draco starts to like her and eventually fall in love ❤️

Thank you so much for your request, I really loved it. So I hope you enjoy reading!

I got you

A faint smile appeared on your face as you noticed the potion in front of you turning green when you added your frog brains, just like it was supposed to. By now, you had almost finished your potion. And you were quite good on time. While the brew would have to simmer over the fire for several minutes, you would be able to chop the beetle eyes, giving the potion the final touch.

You glanced over to your friend, who seemed to have some more problems than you did. You threw her an encouraging smile, before -unnoticed by Professor Snape- you passed her the leftovers of your own sliced frog brains, to save her at least some time and give her a chance to finish the potion until the end of the lesson as well. Not only because she was your friend, but also, because you knew how Professor Snape would react if a student wouldn’t finish their assignment until the end of the lesson. And you didn’t want to give him a reason to dock yet some other points from your house. What you didn’t notice however was that -as you sneaked the brains to your friend- the sleeve of your robe tipped over a small veil with an unknown liquid inside, a few drops of it running over the table, mixing with the chopped beetle eyes, you had already prepared to add to your potion.

When Professor Snape passed your table and inspected your cauldron, he didn’t say a word but you could see him raising one of his eyebrows slightly, which was for sure the biggest compliment you had ever received from the teacher. Motivated by this encouragement, you checked the bubbling potion in front of you once more and after you had made sure that everything went according to plan, you took the beetle eyes in your hand, throwing them into the bubbling liquid.

BOOM!

Your ears were ringing. Only muffled you could hear the screams of your classmates, and Professor Snape´s harsh voice instructing them to stay back. You remained frozen in place.

Only when you felt a strong grip on your arm, that pulled you away from where you were standing, you obeyed. And only then you started to feel the hot liquid that was burning your face and also covering most of your arms and upper body. You winced in pain, eyes squeezed shut and lips pressed together. But since the viscous potion was also covering your nose, it made it hard to breathe without opening your mouth.

“Hold still.”, you could hear Professor Snape barking and you just nodded, trying to stay as calm as possible, which was quite hard, since you were shaking frantically.

The Professor mumbled some words repeatedly and you heard a slurping noise as he slowly removed the potion from you, starting with your face, then your arms, then your upper body. You didn’t dare to move, keeping your eyes and mouth shut, trying to breathe as flat as possible to not take the risk of inhaling any of the potion.

But then the noise stopped and you felt your skin being freed from the liquid again.

“Done.”, Professor Snape stated. “You can move again. Get back in your place and clean everything up. And ten points from you. I thought worrying about Mr Finnigan blowing up this classroom would be enough, but apparently, we got a new expert now.”

You could hear some people laughing in the background.

Carefully, you took a deep breath and sighed in relief. Apparently, you were out of danger. But as you opened your eyes carefully and turned your head to the left and right to look at the damage you had caused, you couldn’t see any destruction. Neither you saw Professor Snape, who kept on ranting about the dangers of untalented people like you making even the easiest tasks life-threatening, nor your friend, touching your arm, asking you if you were alright.

And as you opened your mouth, your voice was surprisingly calm considering the panic rising up in you as you said: “I can’t see anything.”

“Do you see the light?”

“No Professor.”

Some incomprehensible whisper.

“Now?”

“Still nothing.”

“Can you blink?”

You did as you were told.

“Roll your eyes.”

In every other situation, you would be glad to once be able to roll your eyes in Professor Snape´s class for once, but now you would rather have it any other way. You were sitting on a chair in the front of the class, Professor Snape hovering over you, taking a closer look at your eyes. Because even though almost ten minutes had passed since the explosion, still, all you saw was darkness. It felt like a black curtain had fallen over the world, absorbing any source of light and with that anything you could see. When your friends had brought you to the chair you were sitting on now and Professor Snape had told you in a few words that he needed to examine your eyes, you had been positive that he would be able to clean them or fix them with a spell, but until now, he hadn’t done so. And with every minute passing you got more and more nervous. Your fists clenched around the wooden seat and you felt some cold sweat forming on your forehead. You felt helpless without your eyesight, felt the eyes of everyone else lingering on you, but you couldn’t return the gaze of any of them. Because even though your eyes were wide open and frantically darting from one point to another, you were surrounded by darkness. A pitch-black hole had formed around you, swallowing any visual stimulation.

“Get to Madame Pomfrey then. This seems to be a more complex medical issue. The others will clean up their cauldrons. Class dismissed!”

“And how exactly do you think am I supposed to get there, Professor?”, you asked, your voice probably sounding a bit too sarcastic for your own good.

You could hear some people snickering in the background.

“Since Mr Malfoy seems to take much pleasure in this, I am sure he will accompany you.”, Snape stated in an unfazed voice.

The class fell silent immediately.

“But Professor, I still need to clean up my things as well.”, you heard Draco Malfoy´s voice echoing through the dungeon. You couldn’t quite identify the sound of his voice. It irritated you to not be able to watch his reaction and not know what exactly was going on.

“Mr Zabini will take care of it. He shared your enthusiasm about the situation after all.” You wished you could see the boys´ faces now. You weren’t quite sure but from the giggling of the others you assumed they looked anything but pleased with the situation. “And you, Mr Malfoy, will take care of Miss (Y/l/n) until she is capable of doing so for herself again.”

Draco groaned.

“How long will that take?”

“As long as it is necessary.”

“But what if it takes days? Or weeks? Or maybe she will never be able to see again. What will happen then? Am I supposed to watch her for the rest of my life?”

Normally, you would be slightly offended by Draco´s unwillingness to spend any time with you. The two of you never had much in common, but in comparison to most of the other students -at least those who weren’t in Slytherin- the two of you got along quite well. Not that you had ever talked much with each other, but at least he had never insulted or bullied you. And that meant much more than it would in most other people. But now that Draco mentioned a possibility that you had tried to avoid thinking of until that very moment, your heart dropped. What if the damage the potion had done to your eyes was permanent? What if you would never be able to see again? What if the last thing you had seen in your entire life were the cold stone walls of the dungeon and the green of the explosive liquid that might now ruin your life?

“I suggest getting her to the Hospital Wing quickly then, so you find out.”, Professor Snape´s voice cut the boy off, leaving little room for a discussion.

And Draco seemed to notice that too because he sighed in defeat.

Then, you lost the boy in the murmuring of the other voices and the sound of the students getting to work and cleaning up the classroom. Only when you felt a hand touching your shoulder slightly, you found him again. You couldn’t help but flinch at this unexpected touch.

“Let´s get you out of here then.”, Draco mumbled, as he wrapped his hand around your upper arm, to guide you out of the classroom and to Madame Pomfrey, who you hoped was able to get you out of your misery again. And hesitantly, you followed him.

“Watch it, there´s a step.”

“And how exactly am I supposed to watch it if I can´t see a damn thing?”, you hissed.

While normally the way from the dungeons to the Hospital Wing would have taken you not even five minutes, by now you were on your way for at least ten. But obviously, you couldn’t be sure of that because you could read a clock as much as you saw the step Draco had told you about.

Your right foot bumped into the step Draco had warned you against. You stumbled slightly and if it wouldn’t have been for the Slytherin boy still holding onto your arm, you probably would have lost your balance completely. But the boy only tightened his grip when he felt you tumbling, slowing down his pace. You cursed under your breath. By now you were quite sure that Professor Snape´s order that Draco should accompany you wasn’t only a punishment for his childish behaviour but also for you and your negligence.

“You´re alright?”, Draco asked. You weren’t quite sure but for a moment you thought you could hear some concern in his voice, hidden under all of the annoyance.

“I would be if you would finally give me some proper orders.”

“Do you think I don’t have anything better to do than playing your guide dog?”

“And do you think I want you to do so? Merlin, if you want to get rid of me just push me down those damn stairs and don’t act as if you actually want to help me.”, you snapped back.

“Don’t tempt me (Y/l/n).”, Draco growled.

“It´s not like I think you wouldn’t actually do that. You already got a certain reputation.”

Normally, you wouldn’t be that harsh towards any of your classmates. Even when this classmate happened to be Draco Malfoy. But due to everything that had happened in the last few minutes, your focus didn’t exactly lay on your politeness. So for once in your life, you didn’t bite your tongue, even though you had to admit, that this was probably the worst timing. Because if you would annoy Draco too much, he wouldn’t even have to push you down the stairs. He could just walk away, leaving you here, completely lost. And then the chances were high that you either would break your neck or get totally lost in the castle if you would try and find the way to the Hospital Wing by yourself.

But instead of a snarky remark or just walking off, Draco just sighed and let go of your arm. But before you could protest, he laid his arm around your shoulders, his hand wrapping around the upper arm that was farther away from him, before he shuffled closer to you and wrapped his other hand around the arm closer to his body.

“Let´s just get you to Madame Pomfrey. I don’t think either of us wants to stay in this situation for longer than necessary.”

His mouth was now so close to your ear, that you could feel his breath hitting your skin. And even though you couldn’t see him, you still felt his warm presence right next to you. You couldn’t help the goosebumps creeping over your skin as you felt his closeness.

“At least one thing we can agree on.”, you mumbled.

Draco let out a small chuckle. But then his voice grew serious again.

“Okay, four more steps, right in front of you. You got that?”

You bit your lip nervously and nodded.

“Think I got it. You got me?”

Draco nodded and you could hear the smirk in his voice as he confirmed: “I got you.”

“Don’t worry my dear, you will be fully recovered again in no time.”, Madame Pomfrey chirped, after she had finally finished running her mouth about the dangerousness of the classes in this school and the missing protective measures.

“And how long exactly will this be?”, you asked, still concerned, but for now relieved that the loss of your eyesight wasn’t permanent.

“About a week. Maybe two. But the latest in a month your eyesight will have fully recovered.”

“A month?”, you gasped. “But what am I supposed to do in all that time? I can´t see anything. How am I supposed to do my homework? Read the books I need for class? How am I even supposed to get to class? Or out of bed in the morning?”

“You will be able to see again much earlier. Simply not as good as you did before. If I got this correctly, Professor Snape has already instructed Mr Malfoy to help you out during that time?”

“He did, but…”

“Well, actually…”

“Very well.”, Madame Pomfrey cut the protest of you and Draco off. “Then this is set. I will give you a balm that you can apply to your eyes twice a day. It will support the healing process and prevent any infections.” She gave you a small veil and closed your fingers around it.

“But that’s… I can´t help her with… everything.”, Draco argued, while you nodded in agreement.

“Oh, dear boy, you won´t have to. Miss (Y/l/n) may not be able to see anything but that doesn’t mean she can’t survive on her own.”

“But we aren’t even in the same house. Wouldn’t it be better if someone from my house…”

But Madame Pomfrey cut you off again.

“As I understood this Professor Snape had a reason to put the two of you together. And I´m positive that everyone will benefit from this. Besides, you still have some friends who will be able to help you out if you will need them, don’t you?”

Of course, you had. You were sure that your friends wouldn’t mind helping you out in the upcoming weeks, but you were just as sure that Draco did mind. And the fact that he just huffed in response, confirmed your presumption. But since Madame Pomfrey as well as Professor Snape seemed to not have any argument, you just nodded defeated.

“Very well. Now off you go. I still have other patients I need to take care of.”

When the door of the Hospital Wing closed behind you, an uncomfortable silence spread across Draco and you. Then, finally, he cleared his throat.

“So, class is already over. Should I walk you back to your common room?”

You nodded.

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

Then, you fell silent again.

Only when you had reached the door to your common room -surprisingly without any greater incidents- you spoke up again.

“Thanks for bringing me.”

“It´s my job now, I guess.”, Draco grumbled.

“It probably won´t even take that long. I mean, I don’t need to see that much to be fine on my own again. So this will probably only take a few days.”

You didn’t know whether you tried to convince Draco or yourself.

“Yeah, probably.”

Silence.

“Okay, I got Quidditch practice now. So I´m at the pitch if you need something. Else I´ll get you for dinner. Is that okay with you?”

You nodded.

“Should I drop you off somewhere special?”

“Just get me through that door. Everything behind I know like the back of my hand.”

You mumbled the password and the door gave way to your common room. When Draco helped you over the door sill, you already heard some people muttering and quick steps coming up to you.

“(Y/n), are you alright?”, your friend asked you worriedly, as her hand closed around yours.

You nodded.

“Besides the fact I still can´t see anything. But everything else is fine.”

“I got her, you can leave now.”, your friend told Draco, who muttered a small goodbye before his steps departed.

And when your friend led you to one of the couches and you let yourself fall with a heavy sigh, you wondered how you would be able to survive the upcoming days.

Only a few days later, you were sitting in the library with Draco. So far, he had accompanied you to your meals, picked you up in the morning for your classes, and not left your side for the rest of the day. And even though you weren’t quite sure what to think about Draco as your chaperon for now, you had to give him the fact, that you hadn’t been late for a single appointment yet, even though it took you almost twice as long to get from one point to another than normally. But besides that, spending your time with Draco was rather awkward. Even though you knew him for several years now, you had barely ever talked to him and also didn’t know much about him, besides the things you had heard from others. And most of the rumours hadn’t been exactly positive. But until now, Draco had shown himself from his best side. He was for sure arrogant, and his constant snarky remarks got on your nerves, as well as his impatience, but in the end, he had been there for you and had prevented you from several collisions and stumbles.

And now you were sitting in the library by his side, while he explained your homework to you. You had to admit that his voice was rather soothing as he read a text to you out loud you needed for your assignment. You could have listened to his voice all day if it wasn’t for the fact that you still needed to pay attention to the words leaving his mouth and not only the sound of his voice lulling you in.

But then Draco lowered his voice until it was barely more than a whisper.

“Could you read a bit louder again?”, you asked, as he continued reading about the shielding charm.

“I thought you were blind, not deaf.”, Draco responded.

“Really charming. But if I don’t understand what you are saying, this doesn’t work out.”

Draco´s gaze shifted from you in the opposite direction. Because what you didn’t see was the librarian Madame Pince, who watched Draco and you with narrowed eyes and pursed lips.

And when Draco continued reading to you again, slightly louder than before, she finally had enough and came over to you. And she neither cared about Draco´s nor your protest as she kicked you out of the library, completely ignoring your question about how she thought you were able to read if you couldn’t see a thing.

When Draco and you made your way to the courtyard to continue studying, you gave finally free vent to your anger.

“What are they all even thinking about this? Madame Pince kicks us out of the library even though we just wanted to do our homework. I mean, do you think that any of the teachers will care about the fact that we can´t use the library? No, we still have to do our homework like everyone else. And Madame Pomfrey. I want to see how she would do her job if she couldn’t see a bloody thing. And don’t get me started on Snape. What was he even thinking to hand me you as a second pair of eyes? Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t against you, but against him. He always has to put his outsized nose in other people’s business.”

“(Y/n), you don’t really…”, Draco started, but you had gotten yourself in a rage already.

“Oh, I mean every single word of this. If this greasy-haired bastard wouldn’t have made such a fuss about…”

“Professor Snape.”

“Yes, Draco. Professor Snape. Or do you know any other teacher who is as incompetent and…”

“No (Y/n). Professor Snape. In front of us. In earshot.”

You froze.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

You felt your heartbeat fasten. Your hand clenched onto Draco´s arm, holding onto him tightly as if the Professor´s favourite student could save you from what was coming for you if Snape had actually heard what you had been saying.

Disoriented you turned your head from one side to another, not sure from which direction the storm would release on you. Then you heard some heavy footsteps coming up to you. You gulped hard.

“Professor.”, you heard Draco´s voice, which sounded slightly nervous as well.

“Professor.”, you echoed weakly, still holding onto Draco as if he was your life belt.

“Mr Malfoy. Miss (Y/l/n).” Snape´s voice sounded as emotionless as usual, not giving away what he was thinking.

A few moments of silence passed.

“I am pleased to see that you are doing your job so well Mr Malfoy. Ten points to Slytherin. And please continue doing so. We don´t want our lovely Miss (Y/l/n) to get hurt, do we?”

You gulped again, even though your throat was dry and nodded.

But then you felt a draft as Snape passed you with quick steps, that slowly started to faint in the distance. Still, you remained frozen in place, not daring to breathe. Only when your ears couldn’t catch any hint of his presence anymore, you dared to speak up again.

“Is he gone?”, you whispered breathlessly.

Draco nodded. Only when he remembered you couldn’t see him, he added: “He´s gone.”

After this confirmation, you relaxed slightly and let out a heavy sigh.

“That was close. I really thought that this was it.”, you said, wiping your sweaty hands off on your robe.

When you heard Draco cackling, you turned your head in his direction, looking at him -or rather where you suspected him- in confusion.

“What´s so funny?”

Draco´s snickering only grew louder.

“Sorry, but this was absolutely hilarious. You should have seen your face.”

“Do you think he heard me?”, you asked in a worried tone.

“If he did, he hid it very well.”, he responded, before he chuckled again. ”Merlin, I wish I had a picture of this. I don’t think I have ever seen someone going pale and red that fast.”

“That isn’t funny at all.”, you responded, even though by now a small smile had made it to your face as well. “Can you imagine what would have happened if he heard me?”

“No, but I think it would have been rather interesting to find out.”, Draco said, the smirk in his voice still clearly visible.

You tried to nudge him but failed since Draco was quick to take a step to the side, only making him snicker again.

“I´m glad you´re entertained by my misery.”, you complained, even though Draco could see the corner of your mouth twitching.

And your smile only grew wider as Draco, not as usually grabbed your arm, but your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, sending chills down your spine, as you followed him outside without hesitation.

“Trust me, darling, I am the last person to take pleasure in all of this.”, he smirked.

And even though you knew that this statement wasn’t completely right, Draco knew that -as he glanced down at you, still holding onto him with a small smile on your lips -you had no idea that it couldn’t be further from the truth.

The rain was pattering against the windows of the castle. But you couldn’t care less. If anything, it made the entire situation even cosier. You had huddled together on one of the couches in your common room, gnawing at some snacks the house elves had brought you. But what made the entire situation even better was the fact that you weren’t on your own. Much to the dismay of your housemates, Draco sat on the couch next to you, slickly ignoring the deadly glances the others shot him. He was focused on different things anyway. It was hard enough to concentrate on the book he was reading to you when you were sitting only centimetres next to him, eyes closed and your brows slightly furrowed, as you listened to his words attentively.

Little did Draco know that he could have read a recipe for pudding to you and you couldn’t have cared less. Because while Draco was still striving to help you out with your homework, the words he was reading blurred inside your mind anyway. You concentrated much more on the sound of his calm voice that lulled you in. And as it mixed more and more with the pelting of the rain, you slowly started to drift off into your own world, your thoughts much more concentrated on how close Draco was to you and how the sound of his voice was vibrating through your entire body. You barely even noticed how you started to doze off, your entire body relaxing.

Only when your head fell to the side, hitting Draco´s shoulder, you startled, suddenly wide awake again.

“Sorry.”, you mumbled. Your voice sounded slightly raspy.

You felt your face heating up from embarrassment. Not only that Draco was sacrificing his free time to help you out, but you also thanked him by almost falling asleep during his efforts.

“Am I that boring, hmm?”, Draco asked.

“No! No, not at all. I really enjoy- appreciate! I mean, I really appreciate that you´re doing that for me.”

“That´s why you´re almost falling asleep?”, the boy chuckled.

“No, sorry, it´s just… We´ve just been here for such a long time. And it´s so hard to remember everything when I can´t visualize it. I feel like my head is going to explode from everything I have to remember.”

“Shall we take a break then?”, Draco asked, slightly concerned.

“If you don’t mind. I know you probably got better things to do but if you can take that time…”

“Right now, I certainly got nothing better to do.”

You frowned.

“Are you sure about that? I mean you spend so much time with me. What about your friends and Quidditch? And you have to finish all of your assignments as well and…”

You were interrupted by Draco´s arm wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him again. Even though you were by now already used to his touch, you still felt your breath hitch at his unexpected closeness.

Draco smiled down at you as he felt you slowly starting to melt into his touch.

“Don’t worry love. I am right where I want to be.”

The days passed and by now neither Draco nor you could imagine your life without the other one being a part of it. But while you were fully aware of how much you depended on Draco, little did you know that by now, he felt like he depended on you just as much. Because even though his vision worked perfectly fine and he didn’t need someone to walk him around the castle, he still felt like you had opened his eyes. When Draco was around you, the world just felt so much brighter and more colourful. He wasn’t quite sure what it was -or at least he didn’t want to admit- but every time he saw you, he could feel that stupid little smile creeping on his lips and his heart beating so hard, he feared it might just jump out of his chest. And even though it scared him, he loved it. He loved the way you closed your eyes and slightly tilted your head when you were paying attention to what he was saying. He loved how prying and fearless you were even though you had just lost one of your senses. He loved how perfectly your hand fitted into his, how your fingers intertwined as if they were made for each other. He loved the way you threw your head back and your eyes crinkled when you laughed at his jokes, even though most of them weren’t even that funny since he tried way too hard to impress and entertain you. He loved how you trusted him with your life and followed him wherever he took you without hesitation. Yes, Draco loved everything about you. And maybe -just maybe- this was simply due to the fact that he loved you.

By now almost two weeks had passed since the accident in the dungeons. Every morning since then, just like clockwork, Draco had waited for you in front of your common room. And today was no exception. Every morning since then, just like clockwork, you had exited your common room and had taken Draco´s hand so he would lead you to the Great Hall for breakfast. And today was no exception.

When you opened the door, you smiled sweetly and greeted Draco, taking the hand that he offered you. But somehow, the smile on your lips seemed to be even wider today.

“Don’t you notice something?”, you said, smiling at him brightly.

Draco´s eyes darted from one detail of yours to the next. Normally, he noticed every single thing about you. It didn’t matter if you changed your hairstyle or tied your tie slightly differently, Draco was the first one to see it. But today, he didn’t notice anything.

“I… uhm…”

Draco flushed. What was so obvious that you thought that there was no way he could oversee it? And how in the name of Salazar could he do so nevertheless?

“C´mon Draco, I see the way you look at me.”, you grinned.

The blush on the boy´s face only darkened. You had noticed. He had been way too obvious about it, he knew that. He knew that all his friends had teased him about “the way he looked at you”, but still he had somehow hoped that you wouldn’t.

“(Y/n), listen. I can explain. It´s not…”, he stuttered.

You had doubted that it was even possible, but your smile grew even wider as you saw the boy´s confusion.

“I said, I see the way you look at me, Draco. I see it.”

“Yeah, I know and I…” And finally, the penny dropped. “You… You see it?”

You nodded proudly, returning his gaze.

“I see it.”, you confirmed.

And now that Draco looked at you, he wondered how he didn’t notice in the very first second. Your eyes still looked a bit out of focus, but you returned his gaze nevertheless. The Slytherin had spent much time in the last days, wondering how it would feel like when you would look at him for the first time. Not that you had never done so before you had gone blind, but you had never really seen him. In the last few days, so many things between the two of you had changed, that right now it really felt like you saw him for the first time.

Before either of you knew what was happening, Draco pulled you into a tight embrace. And after a second of surprise, you returned his embrace, burying your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent.

When you finally let go of each other again, you just couldn’t get enough of looking at him. Your vision wasn’t as good again yet as it had been before, but for now, it was more than you could have asked for. You took in every single detail of Draco´s face. The blue of his eyes, the red shimmer on his cheeks, his delicate facial features and -most importantly- the warm smile on his face as he looked down at you.

“How do you… since when… how do you feel?”, Draco stuttered.

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the perplexed look on his face.

“Just since that morning. I woke up and suddenly… I mean, it´s not perfect again yet, but it gets better. My vision is just still a bit blurry, and the lights are way too bright. I think I need to get used to it again at first.”

Draco nodded. But then another thought crossed his mind. One that wiped the grin from his face again and made him almost feel sorry that your eyesight had improved that quick again. Even though he hated himself for that.

“So… you won´t need my help anymore then, will you?”, he said, trying to hide the hollowness of his voice.

Your gaze dropped and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Well, I think so.”

“Great. That´s great.” But the look on Draco´s face seemed like he thought that this was anything but great.

“But if you don’t mind… I mean, you can totally say no, I would understand… but I still have a hard time estimating distances and honestly if I try to read the letters are all just dancing in front of my eyes. So… I wanted to stop by Madame Pomfrey after class. If you wouldn’t mind accompanying me till then? Just to make sure everything is actually fine again. Like I said, you really don’t have to, but…”

“I´d love to.”, Draco cut you off much too eagerly, a small smile creeping back on his face again.

You sighed in relief and returned his smile sweetly. Obviously, you could have asked someone else to have an eye on you for the rest of the time, but if you were honest, you didn’t want to. By now you trusted Draco more than you had ever thought you could and you couldn’t help but feel slightly sad that the time you had spent with each other would now come to an end.

Draco nudged you slightly and as you looked down you saw that he was offering you his hand. He looked at you questioningly.

“For old times’ sake?”

You let out a small chuckle.

“For old times´ sake.”, you agreed, before you took his hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

“A few more days and you will have fully recovered.”, Madame Pomfrey said only a few hours later, after she had examined your eyes closely. You had followed her instructions, but most of the time, your eyes had been fixed on Draco, who stood off the beaten track, hands buried in his pockets, not quite sure what to do. Now that Madame Pomfrey had confirmed that you were fine again and didn’t need a chaperone anymore, he looked facilitated, yet slightly disappointed at the same time.

After you had thanked Madame Pomfrey and left the Hospital Wing, the same weird silence fell over the two of you as it had done the first time you had stood here.

“So… you wanna get back to your dorm now?”, Draco asked, eying you from the side.

But you shook your head.

“I´ll get outside. I just… I missed seeing things so much. And now I feel like I just can’t get enough of it. Don’t wanna waste my time staring at some walls.”

“Just don’t overextend yourself (Y/n).”, Draco said and frowned.

You felt your heartbeat quicken as you saw him looking at you concerned.

“Don’t worry, I won´t.”

“Would you mind if I keep your company for a bit longer?”

You looked at Draco, pleasantly surprised.

“I thought after all this time you finally had enough and couldn’t wait to get rid of me.”, you said half-jokingly.

Draco rolled his eyes.

“As if I could ever get enough of you.”

You laughed.

“Be careful what you wish for, once I got used to you you might never be able to shake me off again.”

Draco smiled down at you sheepishly.

“That´s the plan, love.”, he responded, only chuckling as he saw your face flushing.

You were lying on one of the lawns on the school ground, looking into the sky, watching the clouds passing you. However, your gaze regularly drifted off, landing on Draco, who was sitting next to you, watching in amusement how you took in every single impression with the delight of a child, seeing all those things for the first time.

“Take a picture if you want to, love. It will last longer.”

You blushed deeply as you realized Draco had caught you staring at him once more. But how could anyone blame you? Draco was just the most beautiful human you had ever seen. You had been aware of the fact that he was attractive even before all of this happened, but since that morning you were convinced that you had never treasured his true beauty.

“You´ve been around me all the time for the last two weeks. My eyes have to catch up on that.”, you tried to defend yourself, making Draco only raise an eyebrow in amusement.

“Never said I mind.”, Draco responded. “And I mean, I get it. If I was you, I couldn’t take my eyes off me as well.”

You chuckled and sat up a bit, resting your upper body on your elbows.

“You´re a smug idiot, you know that?”, you said.

Draco grinned at you pretentiously.

“I know, but you still love me.”

You looked at him with widened eyes, caught off guard.

“I´m sorry, what?”

Draco, who only realized what he had just said rashly while teasing you, blushed almost as much as you did.

“I… shit… that was a joke. Nevermind.”

Silence.

Draco glanced at you, still looking at him with flushed cheeks which made you look even more adorable.

“Unless…”

You sat up completely, looking at Draco intensely.

“Unless what?”

Draco hesitated for a moment. You could see the indecisiveness in his eyes before he lowered his gaze.

“Unless you do.”

You felt your pulse speed up at his words. Draco´s gaze was fixed on the ground, not daring to look up to you again, while you felt as if you were hypnotized by him.

“And if I did?” Your voice was soft, almost a whisper.

Draco´s gaze shot up, meeting yours. Now it was you who found it hard to return his gaze.

“Do you?”, he said. You noticed how his voice shook slightly.

A shy smile crept on your lips.

“I think I might.”

Draco mirrored your smile as he shifted a bit closer to you.

“I think I might love you too (Y/n).”

And when he leaned in, your eyes stayed open until the very last second, not willing to let yet another moment slip away from you. But when his lips finally touched yours and your eyes closed fluttery, all your other senses made up for it a thousand times. You could feel his lips brushing against yours, his hands cupping your cheeks, heard his breath hitching slightly as you placed your hands on his chest, smelled his cologne, tasted him.

When you pulled back again, Draco looked at you in admiration.

“I can´t believe I thought that this might be the end.”, he panted as he pulled you closer to him again and placed a small kiss on your forehead, making you giggle.

And as you pecked the corner of his mouth and Draco smiled down at you, you could see all the emotions lying within his eyes.

“This is the end.”, you told him, making him frown before you added: “But I feel like this is the beginning of something else as well. And I really can´t wait to see how it will turn out.”

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hawkmothdiemotte · 6 months

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Minnie and poppy in school idc about cannon they were dating!!!!!

#my stuff #my artwork #my art #fanart #hp #harry potter #minerva mcgonagall #poppy pomfrey #minerva x poppy #professor mcgonagall #madame pomfrey #minnie mcgonagall #McGonagall x pomfrey #madam pomfrey #quidditch #healer #keeper x healer #pomagall

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lonlylook · 6 months

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Funny remander

Madame Pomfrey went from covering Remus with blankets after his transformations, to covering his corpse after the war. And it hurts too much bc I can only imagine her holding his hand while she cries and keeps saying "my boy, my little boy" over and over again. And then she would surely smile, kiss his forehead and say, "You're finally with your friends, honey."

#harry potter #remus lupin #marauders #madame pomfrey #hogwarts #wizard war #angst #sirius black #remus x sirius #wolfstar

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princessspendragon · 8 months

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"We can't lose you, Remus, not while I'm still at Hogwarts."

All the Young Dudes, Chapter 23

(I had this piece in my head for like 2 years and since I've been stuck in my room for over a week with Covid I finally did it)

#all the young dudes #remus lupin #madame pomfrey #marauders #marauders era #marauders fanart #harry potter #harry potter fan art #my art #please everyone like this i actually did a backgroud #atyd #atyd remus

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cazzythefrogking · 8 months

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marauders incorrect quotes pt 108

Madame Pomfrey: How would you rate your pain? Remus: 0/10. Would not recommend.

#marauders #marauders era #marauders incorrect quotes #incorrect marauders quotes #incorrect quotes #james potter #the marauders #the marauders fandom #the marauders era #remus lupin #remus john lupin #werewolf #madame pomfrey

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rosabeetroot · 8 months

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Madame pomfrey

Madame pomfrey held Remus as she begged her to let him die and then she held him as he died years later

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loonyluppy · 9 months

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I just saw this on tt and I'm legit crying

#marauders #remus lupin #wolfstar #madame pomfrey #minerva mcgonagall #wlw #battle of hogwarts

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a-little-specificity · 1 year

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raid

for @wolfstarmicrofic

It's early morning and Sirius is on a mission. A solo mission this time, as James had an early morning quidditch practice and rousing Pete, (who is the deepest sleeper Sirius has ever encountered) just wasn't worth the fuss. Sirius has a time table to keep to.

Last night was the full and something deep in Sirius' gut is making him feel like it was a particularly bad one for Remus.

Remus, who he hopes is sleeping it off in a medically or magically influenced sleep at this very moment.

Remus, whom Sirius just can't stop himself from day or night-dreaming about, particularly around the full.

Remus, whom Sirius is now raiding the kitchens for his favorite sweets (specifically dark chocolate with hazelnuts).

The house elves are used to Sirius by now, having supplied him and the rest of the Marauders with plenty of late night snacks to fuel their escapades. They happily fill his rucksack with biscuits and fruits (for health!) and the pièce de résistance, Remus' favorite chocolate bar.

Sirius thanks them quietly as he slips back out the hidden entrance and then rushes off towards the infirmary.

Madame Pomfrey's slightly disapproving yet-still-soft face greets him at the entrance. Sirius pulls his bag around front, opening it slightly so she can see his intentions.

"Quickly - and quietly. He's asleep but it's not sound. He wouldn't take the draught I made for him." She tuts, a hand softly drawing Sirius into the room, the door shutting softly behind him.

"Thanks Madame Pomfrey." He whispered, giving her a thankful smile before heading to Remus' bed. She gave him another pat on the shoulder and then returned to her office. While they had all never acknowledged the...er - werewolf in the room out loud, the Marauders and Pomfrey had come to a quiet understanding, for which Sirius was immensely grateful for.

Remus was still asleep and Sirius noted it was definitely not a peaceful one. The soft morning light that was just beginning to stream in through the curtains illuminated a mess of deep purple bruises and already-healing cuts on Remus' neck and shoulders. His face was untouched, which Sirius knew Remus would be thankful for (less to hide), but his expression looked pained even in sleep.

Fighting the urge to stare, and an even stronger desire to sit and take Remus' hand, Sirius busied himself with laying out all the treats on the bedside table, arranging them in the order he figured Remus would want them (chocolate first, always).

With his main objective complete, Sirius took one last look at Remus' face, the sunlight now illuminating the long-healed scar running across the bridge of his nose. Sirius felt a pang of...something, his chest suddenly feeling very full.

"See you when you wake up, Moons." He murmured, the tips of his fingers brushing Remus' hand. He retreated, the door of the infirmary closing behind his back with a quiet snick.

"Well then, I'm utterly fucked, aren't I?" Sirius muttered to himself as he walked away, glancing back down at his hand, his fingertips still buzzing.

cross-posted on A03

#wolfstar microfic #marauders era #sirius black #sirius black pov #remus lupin #post-full moon #madame pomfrey #sirius is PINING folks #remus lupin x sirius black #raid #sirius is soft and caring and just wants to be a good friend #wolfstar

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somelokivariant · 10 months

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stop stop this is not okay

#no #more angsty art from my pinterest #<333 #tags #remus lupin #all the young dudes #atyd #harry potter #battle of hogwarts #art #madame pomfrey #moony #harry potter and the deathly hollows #deathly hallows #hogwarts

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Protego Pt 12 - Vault of Ice

Masterlist here

Fourteen and a foot taller, summer had come and gone without more progress out of the name search. But with height and a new figure Jewel’s body had been cocooning itself into creation, a change Lily on her own also bore through hard growing pains to get to her own statuesque stance nearly half a foot taller than her younger sister. More change physically, only gradually they had inched closer to their prior dynamic while out of school to be a more pleasant duo to be around.

Changes to make the pair all the more alluring for the highly self esteemed first year Gilderoy Lockhart to try and befriend them. Brother to two Squib sisters he tried to make the most of this school he deemed boring by the lower level of skills of his classmates and lessons he found little interest in and desire to work hard in them. He wanted praise, something that he gained little of aside from a few tries to get himself in the house papers, and in that task found himself ridiculous but tolerable to Severus and avoided at all costs by Dolph. So even to failed tries to get the almost Slytherin Lockhart who was almost hat stalled into Ravenclaw just as she was Jewels tried to get him to focus on his studies.

Only enamoring the boy all the more to ways he could copy her Veela allure to bring more attention to himself. Starting with notes on new ideas for special shampoos to make his wavy golden locks all the more suited for a would be celebrity and Wizard of great renowned aimed to be the youngest Minister of Magic ever. Even if he paid little mind to urges to study the eleven year old was in his own mind thriving in the right circles in school to aim him to fame with fellow theatrically minded students encircling Jewels and the confident older boys who did tend to flock after Lily.

Sure enough less chances to get near to the object of his obsession gave way to more time for no good, and that same annoying Dolph alongside an annoyingly conceited redhead named Patricia Rakepick had set something loose in the school. Four vaults as old as the school were one of the rumored hidden dangers many barely stomached whispers about them. The topic Patricia had been hounding Dumbledore and Professor Binns about since her first day to put some effort into finding them. Not just dangers untold but treasures alike were hidden within the three vaults. Some alleged that the vaults housed priceless treasures such as gold, prophecies, and other powerful magical artifacts dating back to before the school was founded, while others believed they contained Dark Magic. The Vault of Ice, Forest Vault, and the Vault of Fear, the first of which Patricia claimed to have been opened.

A sickness of unknown proportion had been let to run wild. One that turns people gradually to ice. Symptoms made easy work for Severus to hunt down an old potion in a decaying book he had copied in his first year for safe keeping and future use that was potent even in the first dose against the sickness while others took the preventative potion to keep from getting sick.

Lily was sick, as were all of Gryffindor students and half of the Ravenclaw students, including Lockhart. Those in the dungeons seemed safest and farthest from air current travels due to the maze of halls their dorms were hidden by. And here Jewels was singing to a massive Ice Bird that was clearly behind the beams of creeping ice and air. Down into a puffy mess of feathers the softly cooing creature curled up humming to the tune Jewels was singing, falling asleep.

Dragon, terrifying, powerful. And friends with an Ice Bird? Out of a secret door like a long snake the furry scale and crystal coated body of the Dragon moved to lift the sleeping bird and bring them inside that secret room that sealed again signaling the end of Jewels’ song.

“Jewelia?” Flitwick broke the silence, having joined the other Professors who heard a student was seen by a ghost racing here from the staircases above. She had come here to sing, and now just stopped as a formerly unnoticed open door Nearly Headless Nick was unable to enter alongside Professor Binns had shut taking its mysteries with it. “What did you see?” he asked curious if her Morpher eyes had found some glowing symbol or hidden warning somewhere to come and sing here.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t see that giant ice spitting bird and that Dragon.” She replied, having to detail exactly what she saw, including sketch copies as best she could manage of their appearance, then said in a pleading tone, “Can, we not tell people, I’m seeing giant invisible things now too?”

Minerva was the one to answer that, “Naturally, you have supplied us all the necessary details. No one else need know unless this happens again and we require your assistance.”

Hagrid asked, “What gave you thought to sing to them?”

And she gestured to Flitwick, “Professor Flitwick said my first year music calms creatures. The bird at least seemed upset.”

“Fair assessment, useful as well.” Flitwick said in a chipper tone.

“Fifty points to Ravenclaw, sharp thinking, Miss Evans,” Professor Sprout stated confidently.

“And ten,” Flitwick added making the adults and ghosts look his way. “For a masterful choice of music.” Accentuated with a nod the Professor shifted a hand to guide the young girl towards the Hospital Wing to get the limp in her left foot checked.

“I’m not going on a date with you, James!” Lily was heard exclaiming across their bend of the student filled beds.

“Oh come now, life is clearly short. No time to waste.” He tried to say smugly.

“You just hexed Kyle over there for no reason at all, why would I date a bully like you?”

“It was not for nothing, he made a comment about my pajamas.” James blurted out the pathetic excuse for his presumed well deserved justice.

“That is so pathetic,” she responded.

“He is irrelevant, we should talk about us and our date at Hogsmeade this weekend.” Accenting that with a swat of his hand to the side, “It’s fate, we woke up so near to one another.”

“There’s a Muggle word for people like you.”

“Charming,” cockily grinning back at her.

“Sociopath.” She replied plainly.

“And just what is that supposed to mean?”

“Someone who has no empathy or care for others, normally flagrant narcissists who target, torture and kill people they deem lesser than themselves.” His jaw dropped and she continued, “If you think for one minute I am dating someone who treats other people the way you do and saddling myself to some abusive self obsessed jackass you are obviously not competent to be a student here.”

Shouts ensued in a failed try to get her to think otherwise silenced by Madame Pomfrey who brandished her wand to charm the curtain around James’ bed that was now encased in a silencing charm.

Down another bend of the Hospital Wing Sirius lay unconscious still under the drowsy effect of the antidote that saved his life, and body from turning into an icicle. Barty on the bed beside him tried to not do more than snicker at Jewels who was levitating gummy lizard candies with her wand in a stack onto Sirius’ forehead. Clearly the sleeping teen was waking in the settle of the red lizard, and Regulus at the foot of his brother’s bed grinned. Levitating his own choice of a blue lizard that wiggled on the way over to the stack.

“What is on my face?” Sirius asked at the next snicker from Barty.

“Lizards, I’ve nearly got ten on my side of the stack.” Regulus answered in the task of carefully settling his lizard on top of the other wiggling treats.

Up to his face Sirius moved a hand to grab off one of the lizards knocking the stack over Jewels and Barty reigned in the scurrying treats they all split up, the former taking a bite of the wriggling orange lizard. His eyes focused on Jewels whose wrapped foot was propped up beside Sirius’ knee while she reclined in a chair beside his bed. “What happened to your foot?”

“Took a stumble on the stairs, just twisted it, nothing serious.” His eyes still stayed fixed on her. “Professors gave the all clear, classes start on Monday, only a few people won’t be returning to class, but school should be back to normal.”

“Did you pick to sit here?” Sirius asked and she shook her head.

“Only spare seat and Lily and James were shouting over an hour back when I got here. Sevy is still working on some more potions and you have another dose for your feet.”

“Does he get a chair?” Sirius asked teasingly, “If you got the last one?”

“He has three chairs to choose from.” She joked back.

“Hmm, and yet they placed you by me.” Sirius teased back with a spreading smirk, “Someone is trying to tell you something.”

“Yes, we need more chairs in this end of the wing.”

Tests kept the focus of classes going with recaps on the material for them to get the students back on goal. Two students out of the hundreds still seemed to be missing out of the mix. But much like how James and others of well off families had been punished pitifully Dolph and Patricia had been punished and cleared to be let out with the other students after the latter duo had been told to not do it again.

Heavier schedules in classes at least seemed to keep some of the fights from the usual trouble makers who didn’t care about their grades at a minimum. But like always there was a few big fights that set off and ended the year on a sour note for some, alongside some disheartening headlines of a seaside Muggle city that had been found attacked without a trace of why.

A mark of a build in power that over the first week of summer had Sirius leave his family home to go and take up the Potter’s offered spare room to get out of the suggestion from his mother to get in contact with the Dark Lord’s followers. He couldn’t take up the option at all for how he knew Jewels was afraid of Riddle finding her or who she was born to. He would do all he could to not put her in risk or draw attention to her from them in any way. But he did agree with Regulus’ plan to slip in as double agent.

Sirius would still daily take the bus to work around the theater to work with Alastor as a last means of defense in case something went down there. Surely his cousins were aware of a hunt for birth parents, but like the rest of the school just knew there was a chance of a new relation to one of the oldest and widest spread Sacred 28 families out there.

Though much like in school when tempers would rise up and a week in Sirius would find the Potter house locked. Then he would make his way to a new address. Not helped by the loving Potter parents, who out of desire to keep their only child happy caved to his each and every whim, even when it meant booting Severus to the curb without so much as a bit thumb his way.

Burned off the family portrait, Sirius’ cousin Andromeda had taken up a townhouse in London. Ample room and a friendship between the two already gained Severus the basement to make his own so he wouldn’t have to go home this summer while Lily traveled abroad to spend time with distant relations and Petunia explored a few of her university options for the next semester. Alongside the new address came the reasoning for the expulsion from the family tree, who she had chosen to be in a relationship with, Ted Tonks who seemed dead set on marrying her and knew all too well from her how aggravated the bond with James could get.

All Sirius had to do was knock and the door opened to reveal the lanky dark haired teen in need of a place to sleep and Ted grinned at him. “Blinky,” he said calling the House Elf who had been hired by Andromeda, “Go fetch Sirius’ things from the Potter residence and take them to his room.”

“I, have a room?” Sirius asked and Ted nodded his head to the side showing him in and up to the second floor, “We have the back of the main floor, and this one here is yours.” Decorated to close to his usual style by tips by his cousin, Sirius hugged Ted when he said, “All yours, every summer and break, no fights or sudden evictions.” But he pointed at Sirius, “But for the love of Merlin if you pour anything on my Unicorn’s Folly downstairs I will turn everything you own pink,” making Sirius chuckle, “Me and Clint are out to see who can make the stubborn plants sing first and I got it humming yesterday. No one touches it.”

“Agreed.” Sirius said to the pop of Blinky who arrived with the first bundle of belongings James had locked inside the guest room and left again to go and fetch the rest of the untidy mess made in dressing for the day with Jewels that morning. “Thank you.”

“Well, Andromeda heard you might be getting burned off too, and she could use some family, got a room for Regulus too, and Remus, if he’s up for it. Severus keeps mentioning some potion they’ve been testing together, would make for an easier time with that.”

Pt 13

#Marauders Era #Sirius Black #Regulus Black #Remus Lupin #Barty Crouch Jr #Patricia Rakepick #Dolph #Giant Ice Bird #Crystal Dragon #Vault of Ice #Madame Pomfrey #James Potter #Lily Evans #Sirius Black Pining #Professor Flitwick #Professor Sprout #Minerva McGonagall #Andromeda Black #Ted Tonks

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doorlene · 1 year

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happy mother's day to effie, minnie, and poppy <3

#NOT walburger #effie potter #euphemia potter #minerva mcgonagall #poppy pomfrey #madame pomfrey #professor mcgonagall #harry potter #marauders era

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fallingforfictionalcharacterss · 1 year

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I was wondering if you could write enemies to lovers, where Draco and Yn are rivals at Quidditch. And Yn gets hit by a bludger or has a crash and gets unconscious and Draco forgets the game for a second and after the match when Yn is still unconscious he sits by her bedside

I got kinda carried away somewhere in the middle, so it doesn´t quite fulfil the entire request but I hope you still like it and let me know if you want me to change it somehow.

Love hits different

A/N: I wrote the reader a Ravenclaw in this story, but the house doesn´t play a very important role. I just wanted to write the reader as the seeker, so as a Gryffindor we would have to replace Harry which I felt wouldn´t quite make sense, but yeah...

You felt your heart pounding in your chest heavily. You took a deep breath. The cold air that filled your lungs made you feel more alive than anything else. So did the wind, which was pulling on your hair and clothes and made it hard to hold your broom steady. But you still managed to do so. You hovered several meters above the pitch, watching your teammates from above. For now, that was your only job. Keeping an eye on everything and everyone. Until you would get your chance.

And you couldn’t think of a single thing you would rather do. Up here, when you could almost touch the clouds, you felt like that was where you were meant to be. It felt like the world around you was slowing down, like the loud sounds coming from all sides were muffled. The only thing you had to worry about, the only thing that was important, was the game. You were circling far above the hurly-burly down there, watching your teammates passing the Quaffle around, sometimes trying to score. Your gaze was wandering around restlessly, scanning every centimetre of your surroundings.

And that´s when you saw it. It was just a twinkle in the corner of your eye, a golden shimmer, barely visible and only for a split second; but it was enough. You turned around your broom in no time, eyes wandering over the place where you thought you had seen the sparkling. And your eyes hadn’t fooled you. With your gaze fixed on the price, you leant forwards, gaining more and more speed. The only thing you could hear was the swooshing of the wind in your ears. The world around you turned into a blurry haze. By now, you were almost lying on your broom, trying to reduce the surface the wind could thwart as much as possible. You extended your arm, and your whole body was tensed, from your toes to your fingertips. You leaned forward even more, almost losing your balance, but only almost because your broom sped up even more and…

“Got it!”

Your fingers closed around the golden snitch. You slowed down immediately, coming to a halt and hovering in the air. You raised your arm triumphant, holding onto the snitch tight, while his wings were still flattering weakly, trying to escape your grip.

You could hear your teammates cheering.

“Alright guys, that´s it for today. Good job!”, Roger Davis, your captain called.

Slowly, you floated back down, until your feet touched safe ground again. You tucked away the snitch safely, before giving a high-five to Bradley and Chambers.

When Roger came up to you, he nodded approvingly and pat your back.

“That was good (Y/n). Much faster than last time. But when you speed up, you still list. Try to keep more control, even if you might lose some speed. Don’t want you to fall off the broom.”

You rolled your eyes. Roger was a good captain, and he was totally right, but in your opinion, sometimes you just had to take the risk.

“It won´t help me fly better if I´m not fast enough to catch the snitch.”, you argued. “We want to win the game after all.”

“Yeah, but it also won´t help if it knocks you from your broom and we don’t have a seeker for the rest of the season.”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“After the match against Slytherin, it´s only Hufflepuff anymore. You can take them without me.”

Obviously, that was a joke. You didn’t have any intention to break your neck any time soon, but on the other hand, you were eager to win.

Roger sighed.

“Maybe I should send you to the Gryffindors. Wood would love that mentality. You either win or die trying. But I´d like you to focus on the long run.”

“I know Roger.”, you smiled. “Don´t worry, I´ll hold back. But we´ll need a good tactic for next week. You know that the Slytherins have the better brooms.”

Roger frowned and nodded.

“I´m already working on it. Can´t believe that Malfoy´s dad treated them all new brooms once more.”

You nodded in agreement.

Roger stared into the void gloomy for a few more seconds before he shook his head and looked at you.

“But that doesn’t mean we don’t stand a chance. Especially with you. Malfoy might be a good player and has the better broom, but you´re way better at spotting the snitch and Malfoy knows that. He´ll probably watch you very closely. He knows he got good chances to catch up with you once you see it and have to act on it. So don’t risk long speeds. The best chance you got is when you are already close to the snitch. Malfoy´s arrogant. He´ll rely on his pace. So the closer the snitch is to you, the better your chances are.”

You pressed your lips together and nodded. You were aware of the situation. Of course, you were. You had played it in your head over a million times. The Quidditch games against Slytherin always stressed you out more than against the other houses. And it wasn’t just about the fact that you couldn’t stand the arrogant attitude of the house, especially when they won, or that they had the most brutal way of playing, it was about your most direct opponent.

Because the presence of Draco Malfoy always made you nervous. He somehow intimidated you. Not only in a bad way though, but it irritated you for sure and you couldn’t use any kind of distraction during the game. And you knew that if Roger was right and Malfoy would actually concentrate more on watching you to catch the snitch than actually spotting it himself, it would make it almost impossible for you to function completely as long as you would be able to feel his grey eyes fixed on you. But there wasn’t a damn chance that you would risk the victory of your house because of Malfoy´s irritatingly beautiful eyes or the way he still looked so elegant and effortless, even if he was sitting on a wonky piece of wood. You would get the snitch at any cost, even -or maybe especially- if that meant beating Malfoy.

You sprinted the last few meters to the castle. The heavens had opened and within seconds, you had been soaked. When you entered the foyer, your jersey felt clammy and your hair was hanging down in wet strands, the water was running down your skin in small trickles. Your teeth were chattering and you were shivering. What you needed now was a hot shower and some tea. But you didn’t come far.

“What in the name of Salazar happened to you?”, you heard a voice sneering behind you.

You turned around and sighed annoyed as you saw Malfoy standing there, his arms crossed in front of his chest, as usual, accompanied by some of his henchmen.

“It´s called rain Malfoy.”, you spitted out, not in the mood for his teasing. “Even you should know.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes, unimpressed by your attitude.

“What were you doing out there?”

“Training. For the game. Maybe you should try that too if you want to stand a chance next week.”

Malfoy chuckled.

“As if I would be in need of this. We´ll win anyway.”

“You wish.”

“I´ll always beat you (Y/l/n). We both know I´m better than you. And I´ll prove it once more next week. If you haven’t died from pneumonia then.”

As if a confirmation of his words, you sneezed and groaned. A cold was the last thing you needed right now.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow in amusement. His eyes lazily scanned every centimetre of your body and the wet clothes sticking to it. You felt heat rising up in you as he did so, even though you were still freezing.

“Nah, that wouldn’t be fun. I want to beat you because I´m better, not because you didn’t even play. This wouldn’t be a challenge.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that crept on your face.

“So, you consider it a challenge winning against me?”

Malfoy hesitated for a moment, making you suspect he hadn’t expected this answer, but he caught himself again quickly. The blond boy shrugged his shoulders with a bored look on his face.

“Every dog has its day (Y/l/n). Even with such an… ordinary player like you, it´s still more interesting than with no opponent at all.”

“We´ll see about who´s the ordinary one.”, you responded, quite offended, even though you were aware of the fact that Malfoy was just playing games with you. Still, the fact that he might actually consider you ordinary, made you feel a bit disappointed. You enjoyed playing against him, facing him and -in the best case- beating him. You considered him a worthy opponent -even though you would never admit it- and had always somehow hoped that he was thinking the same. Strictly because he was a good Quidditch player of course.

Another sneeze interrupted the bubbling anger rising up inside of you.

“You better go warm yourself up and take some rest.”, Malfoy said, eying you with a strange look in his eyes. If you didn’t know better, you would say he was concerned, but obviously, you did know better.

“That´s sweet. You worry about me?”, you smirked.

For a second you thought you had seen a rosy flush on Malfoy´s cheeks, but that was probably just what you wanted to think.

“Only about an interesting match. Don’t pride yourself (Y/l/n).”

“If you say so.”, you chirped and smiled at the boy sweetly. “I could still beat you in delirium if I had to though.”

“You wished.”, Malfoy huffed.

“I know.”, you returned, as you turned around walking away from the Slytherin. And over your shoulder, you shouted: “Don’t worry. You´ll get your thrilling match.” Then you continued your way to your dorm, your heart pounding in your chest and a small smile on your lips, proud of the fact that you had defied Malfoy. But a small voice inside you told you, that this was most likely not the only reason.

When you entered the Great Hall Saturday morning, you could feel the tension filling up the room, the anxious excitement that always came up shortly before a match. When you walked along the aisle between the tables, you could hear your housemates cheering, as well as many of the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, while the Slytherins hooted. You could feel several pairs of eyes following you, but you didn’t exactly care. This wasn’t your first game and you had grown into getting used to it. Plus, you were already wearing your Quidditch uniform, which functioned like a shiel from you, making most of the comments and gazes from other people ricochet.

You sat down next to Bradley who gave you a small smile, even though he didn’t seem exactly happy as he offered you some milk for your cereals. You couldn’t blame him though. The pressure that was on you was immense. Not only the expectations others had on you and the fact that you needed to be there for your team, but mostly it was about the pressure you put on yourself. You had learned pretty early that it was anything but helpful to beat yourself up before a match and that it was much more beneficial to just relax. But that was much easier to be said than done. You realized that once more as you forced a spoon of cereals into your mouth, trying to ignore the familiar wrenching of your stomach. Because no matter how cool you tried to play it, right before a match, you always felt sick. But luckily, this feeling vanished every single time, the moment your feet would lift off the ground and you would hear Madame Hooch´s whistle opening the match.

Luckily though, you didn’t have much time to eat anyway, because other students and even some teachers came up to you regularly, wishing you luck for the upcoming match. You were just about to compliment Luna Lovegood for the eagle feathers she had braided into her hair, as you noticed your friends around you starting to mumble and shot some hateful glances at someone standing outside your field of vision.

“What is it?”, you asked Bradley.

The boy just nodded in the direction behind you.

As you turned around, you faced Malfoy, who was towering over you. When you glanced up at him, his grey eyes met yours and he smirked down at you. You cursed yourself for losing your focus for a moment as you looked at him. But you couldn’t be blamed though. While Malfoy normally already looked more attractive than other boys, in his Quidditch jersey, he just looked -strictly objectively of course- unfairly good. And the twinkle in his eyes did the rest. You could’ve just stared up at him for hours, but instead, you straightened your back and cleared your throat. You just prayed your voice wouldn’t give away the way your heart was pounding in your chest.

“What is it Malfoy?” You had to admit that you were slightly surprised at how calm your voice was sounding.

The grin on Malfoy´s face only widened.

“Just wanted to wish you luck for today.”, he said.

You frowned.

“What?”

“Wishing you luck (Y/l/n). Usually, you thank people for doing so.”

“Why would you? We´re playing against you.”

Malfoy looked way too pleased as he responded: “Exactly. That´s why you´re gonna need it.”

He winked at you before turning around again. You needed a second to process his words, but as you did, you called after him: “Think you´ll need it more than us!”

But Malfoy just shrugged his shoulders, not even caring to turn around once more.

“What a git.”, Bradley spitted out. “You better beat his ass today (Y/n).”

You nodded, your gaze following Malfoy who was now sitting down with his friends. As he looked up and saw you still staring at him shooting him -what you thought were- deadly glances, he gave you a superior grin and a short nod, before dedicating his attention to Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting next to him, shifting closer until she almost sat on his lap, looking up to him with doe eyes, laughing far too loud at something the blond boy had just said.

You watched the scene grimly and nodded.

“You better believe I will.”

Your team was in the best form it had ever been. Rogers's brilliant tactics and hard training paid off, still, it was a neck-and-neck race. The brooms of the Slytherins were just much faster and more agile, which made it harder for you to score. Plus, after not even half an hour, Chambers was hit by a Bludger really hard. The way he held his arm made you suspect it was broken and Chambers had to resign for the rest of the game. Still, your team was able to keep up with the opponent. What turned out really quickly was that in the end, it would be on Malfoy and you. There was no way one team would be taking the lead for more than 150 points any time soon.

But for now, you hadn’t spotted it yet. You were hovering several meters above the pitch, letting your eyes wander. Even though it was cold, the air was clear, and the sun was shining. That would make it a lot easier to spot the snitch for you, but unfortunately for Malfoy as well. Plus, other shiny things reflected the sunlight as well. Several times you had by now thought you had spotted the snitch when in the end it had been a watch or binoculars.

The good thing about those sights was that you could study Malfoy´s reactions. Roger had been right. The blond Slytherin always kept up to you closely, never letting you out of sight. Under normal circumstances, his behaviour would have made you nervous in a very particular way, but right now it just annoyed you. Because Malfoy not only kept a close eye on you, but he would also cut you off when you were trying to sprint away from him, or make some rude comments when you once more thought you had spotted something that in the end turned out to be nothing important.

“At least I´m able to spot it on my own.”, you responded, when Malfoy once more made fun of you mistaking the twinkling of a pair of glasses for the snitch, but only after he had taken on the chase when he had seen you speeding up.

“Don’t have to if I got you, do I?”, Malfoy shouted back, grinning smugly.

The worst thing about this was that he was right. Any time you had started one of your sprints, he had caught up with you after not even fifteen meters. Even if you would spot the snitch, you wouldn’t be able to act on it, unless it would be directly in front of your nose. You gave Malfoy a deadly glare at which he just laughed.

Almost two hours of the game had passed. By now, your fingers and toes felt limp and your face was burning. You were just hovering above the west stands, Malfoy, not even two meters behind you, when you suddenly saw a twinkle from the corner of your eye. Your heartbeat quickened immediately. Your thoughts began to race. If this was actually the snitch, you needed to make sure Malfoy wouldn’t notice. But you also couldn’t risk losing it again. The game was already lasting too long and all players already got tired. If you wouldn’t take the chance now, you couldn’t be sure when you would get the next one.

Slowly, you spiralled up, trying not to let your body language give away, why you were doing so while keeping one eye on the golden shimmer, that was zigzagging several meters under you. There was no doubt – it was the snitch. For the split of a second, you glanced at Malfoy, who was still following shortly behind you. There was no way you could reach the snitch before he did once he had spotted it. It was at least thirty meters away from you. Your thoughts drifted back to your talk with Roger. Your captain had been right. Malfoy was faster than you, but he knew he was. And that was also his weakness. A small smile crept on your lips. And suddenly, you knew what to do.

The crowd began to murmur, as they saw you stopping abruptly in the air, turning your broom around, pacing in the opposite direction. You were bent forwards, pushing your broom to its limits. But against Malfoy´s, it didn’t stand a chance. He noticed what you were up to immediately, taking up the chase. Only a few seconds later, he had caught up to you, arm already extended, confident of victory as he outpaced you, his eyes wandering around hectically as he tried to spot what your eyes must have noticed moments ago.

What Malfoy didn’t see, was that as soon as he had passed you, you stopped your broom once more, before sprinting back into the opposite direction.

And when only seconds later, your fingers closed around the snitch, holding onto it tightly, the arena exploded.

The grin on your face was the brightest it had ever held. The hand enclosing the snitch raised above your head, and you were circling around the arena, enjoying the cheering of the audience and your teammates. And when you saw Malfoy flying up to you, with the most confused look on his face, your smile only widened.

“What in the name of Salazar was that?”, he shouted angrily.

“It´s called winning, Malfoy.”, you returned. “You should try that too sometime.”

“But I was faster than you!”

“You were, but unfortunately it was the wrong direction.”

You could see the red shade on Malfoy´s face only darken, as he tried to find the right words.

“Don’t take it too hard Draco.”, you laughed. “It´s not a shame to be outsmarted by…”

Boom!

The pain that was rushing through your body came unexpectedly. Your vision went blurry. Somehow, you managed to hold on to your broom, trying not to slip, while you drifted towards the earth, accompanied by muffled screams ringing in your ears.

The moment, your tiptoes touched the ground, you lost all control over your body, feeling it collapse. Somewhere in your mind, you got ready for it to hit the ground, but for some reason, it didn’t. Instead, you felt some strong arms embracing you and a strong, comforting scent lulling you in.

You heard a voice yelling: “What is wrong with you?”

And that was the last thing you could remember before your mind drifted off completely.

The sheets that covered your body felt soft. You could hear the hushed chirping of some birds, somewhere in the distance. You nestled deeper into your blanket and sighed comfortably. The only thing that was now still disturbing you, was the bright light that was shining through your closed eyelids. You covered your eyes with your hands, trying to shield them from it. You could’ve lied here like this forever. But something felt wrong. Your whole body felt stiff, and your head was throbbing.

And slowly, your cloudy mind cleared off. You knew why something was off. Because the last thing you could remember was sitting on your broom somewhere up in the air and showering in the applause of hundredths of people. So how did you get here?

You opened your eyes fluttery, squinting as you tried to get used to the bright sunlight. When your vision finally cleared, you could see some figures sitting by your bedside, talking in a low voice. You tried to lift your head, getting a closer look at them.

When your teammates realized you had woken up, they immediately turned to you, bombarding you with questions.

“What happened?”, you asked, ignoring all the questions, as you tried to sit up, ignoring the dull pain that was pulsing through your body.

“You caught the snitch.”, Chambers happily announced. His arm was, as you noticed, now in a sling.

You nodded. You still remembered how you had caught it, still remembered the people celebrating you. The very last thing you remembered for sure was Malfoy´s embarrassed face, as he had realized that you had fooled him. After that, everything was just a blur.

“I know. But what happened then? How did I get here?”

Roger cleared his throat.

“After you had caught the snitch and everyone realized that you tricked Malfoy, Flint was furious. He wrenched Goyle´s bat out of his hand and hounded a bludger in your direction. It hit your neck.” Roger´s voice was by now shaking from anger. He, as well as your other friends, looked as if they would love to try all the nasty hexes they knew on the Slytherin captain. “You somehow managed to get back to the ground before you passed out. Then you were brought here immediately. Madame Pomfrey said it´s nothing bad. A few contusions and compressions. A light concussion. She fixed most of it immediately. One or two more days in bed and you´ll be completely fine again.”

“Such an asshole.”, you spitted out.

Flint wasn’t exactly known for his fair play but hitting you with a bludger after the game was already over was really below the belt.

Roger nodded in agreement.

“I´ve never seen Madame Hooch that angry.”, he told you. “And Flitwick as well. Flint won´t be allowed to play this season anymore and earned himself a month of detention.”

“Well, then the entire thing had something good after all.”, you smiled wryly. “How long have I been passed out by the way?”

You noticed your friends weren’t wearing their jerseys anymore, making you suspect it had been a few hours.

“Almost a day.”, Chambers answered. “It´s Sunday. Almost midday.”

You nodded.

Your throat was dry and ached. When you turned around, to the side of your bed where the nightstand was settled, to grab some water, you froze.

There was another person sitting at your bedside. Someone, you hadn’t noticed until now, since he hadn’t said a word yet. This wasn’t surprising though, since he was sunken into the chair, obviously asleep.

“What is he doing here?”, you asked perplexed.

You looked at your friends, who were smirking at each other.

“He´s your knight in shining armour.”, Bradley grinned. “After Flint had hit you, he was the first to react. When he saw you tumbling towards the ground he followed you and caught you before you could hit the ground. Then he brought you here and stayed with you the entire time. But only after he hexed Flint for what he had done.” Bradley chuckled. “That was quite a sight. Got him a month of detention too, but he didn’t care. The man was furious, I´m telling you.”

You looked at your friend in disbelief.

“You´re kidding me, right?”

Bradley raised his eyebrows.

“Do I look like I am? Or does he?”

Your gaze shifted to the blond Slytherin again. Only now you noticed that Malfoy was still wearing his Quidditch jersey, making you suspect he hadn’t returned to his dorm since he got here.

“Madame Pomfrey didn’t like that at all, but Malfoy refused to leave. And Professor Dumbledore said it was alright.” Chambers chuckled. “I think he thought it was kinda adorable, watching him sitting by your bedside, holding your hand, telling you how sorry he was.”

Your eyes widened and you flushed.

“He did what?”

Roger nudged his friend.

“He´s exaggerating. But Malfoy was actually quite upset about what happened. I think he beats himself up because he got fooled by your manoeuvre and got Flint so riled up.” A small smile appeared on Roger´s face. “That was a brilliant move by the way. You really put our talk into practice.”

You smiled bashfully.

“Was kind of a knee-jerk reaction.”

“Still brilliant.”

You and your friends kept on talking for a while. During the conversation, your eyes regularly drifted back to Malfoy, who was still asleep. Roger had told you he had been awake all night, never leaving your bedside. When he had come looking for you early this morning, Malfoy had still been awake, with dark circles under his eyes. Only when Roger and the others had visited you again about four hours later, Malfoy had finally fallen asleep in his chair. You couldn’t help but smile and blush as your friend had told you this, leading to some teasing from your teammates. But you didn’t actually mind. Malfoy had proven in the last few hours that he had a heart after all. Maybe a heart of stone and maybe he only was here for the fact that he felt responsible for what had happened to you, but he was here. And that was all you needed to know for now.

When about half an hour later the blond Slytherin slightly started to move in his chair, your friends stood up and wished you all the best.

“We´ll tell Madame Pomfrey you´re awake. She´ll want to check on you for sure.”, Roger bowed out, before he followed the others outside of the hospital wing.

You sighed and let yourself back into a half-sitting, half-lying position. Your head was pounding stronger now, the long conversation and the many voices had you feeling exhausted. Still, you didn’t dare to close your eyes, but let your gaze wander back to Malfoy. The boy almost looked peaceful, the way he had huddled up in his chair. His head had fallen onto his chest, his hair was hanging into his face in strands and his lips were slightly parted, as he breathed slowly and regularly. If it wouldn’t be for the lines of worry showing on his forehead, you wouldn’t suspect that there had ever been anything bothering him at all.

You could’ve watched the boy like this forever, but soon enough Malfoy started to shift in his chair again and his eyes fluttered open. For a few seconds, he looked as if he had forgotten where exactly he was. He looked around in confusion, trying to orientate himself; until his gaze fell on you. As he saw you watching him closely with a mix of curiosity and amusement on your face, he sat up straight quickly and cleared his throat.

“Good morning, Rosamond.”, you grinned.

Malfoy frowned, not understanding your allusion. For a moment the both of you sat there in uncomfortable silence, before Malfoy spoke up.

“So… how are you?” His voice sounded raspy and sent chills down your spine, even if you tried to ignore it.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Alright, I guess. Only my head still hurts a bit, feeling a little bit dizzy, you know?”

Malfoy nodded.

“That´s good. Not that your head hurts though, I mean…” He trailed off. “How long have you been awake?”, the boy then asked.

“Not long. Still feel a bit tired.”

“I can leave if you want to rest.”, Malfoy quickly offered.

But you shook your head just as quick.

“No, it´s fine. I mean, if you want to stay. You don’t have to though.”

“Well, I mainly wanted to make sure you are alright.”

“Why though?”

Malfoy lowered his gaze, staring at his feet.

“Looked like Flint had gotten you bad yesterday. I was quite…” He came to a halt.

“Worried?”, you completed his sentence with an amused tone in your voice.

Malfoy shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, if I wouldn’t have got fooled by your tricks…”

“It wasn’t your fault.”, you quickly interrupted him. “I don’t blame you. The only one who screwed up was Flint. But as I heard, he got what he deserved afterwards.”

You looked at Malfoy, watching his reaction closely, but he only glanced up at you shyly, obviously relieved you didn’t put the blame on him. But just as he was about to answer, Madame Pomfrey came up to your bed, eager to check on you, even if you assured her that you were just fine.

“I insist.”, the woman said vigorously. “Mr Malfoy, if I may ask you to leave now.”

“But…”, the boy argued, but Madame Pomfrey cut him off immediately.

“No Mr Malfoy. I need to check on miss (Y/l/n) now and after this, she needs to rest.”

“But Madame Pomfrey, why can´t I…”

“No!”, she cut him off again, her tone leaving no room for discussion.

You had no doubt Madame Pomfrey would get rid of the boy by force if she had to, so you smiled at Malfoy calmingly.

“It´s alright. I´m in safe hands now. But thanks for stopping by. Really.”

Malfoy returned your smile shyly, making your heart fluttering in your chest.

“Would you mind if I come here once more later?”, he asked, avoiding your gaze and shifting from one foot to the other.

Your smile only grew wider.

“Not at all.”

Malfoy looked at you as if he wanted to say something more, but Madame Pomfrey was faster.

“Now off you go. Let me do my job.”

After Madame Pomfrey had finished her examination, she assured you that you would be back on your legs -and even more important back on your broom- in no time. In between her ranting about how dangerous Quidditch was, she told you that she wanted you to stay in the hospital wing for one more night before she would send you back to your dorm the next morning.

And when Madame Pomfrey was done with you, pulled the separation back in its place and scurried to her next patient, you let yourself sink back into your soft pillow and slowly doze off.

Not much later you were woken up by your mattress slightly sinking down under the weight of another person. As you opened your eyes, you saw Malfoy leaning on the edge of your bed.

“Hey.”, he greeted you, a small smile playing around his lips.

“Hey.”, you returned.

“I didn’t mean to wake you. Sorry.”

You shook your head and sat up slightly, resting your upper body on your elbows.

“You finally changed clothes. And showered.”, you stated, as you noticed Malfoy was by now wearing his usual clothes again and that his hair was still being slightly wet.

The Slytherin let out a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, was on time after the game yesterday.”

He fell silent.

“Have you really been here the entire night?”, you asked.

Malfoy shifted uncomfortably and avoided your gaze as he nodded.

You felt your cheeks heating as you smiled. The thought of him sitting by your bedside the entire night, watching over you, felt strangely comforting.

“There was no need for that, I´m just fine.”, you said softly.

“Well, you weren’t awake to tell me back then.”, he answered in a defiant voice.

“That´s a good point.”, you chuckled.

“Don’t think your friends were really happy about it though.”, Malfoy huffed. “I think they were worried I might murder you in your sleep or something like that.”

“Ain´t that absurd, is it?”, you responded.

Malfoy frowned.

“Maybe… But you know I´d never hurt you on purpose, don’t you?”

And as you looked into his grey eyes, you just couldn’t help but believe him. So you nodded.

“I know.”

And Malfoy stayed with you for almost the rest of the day. Only when in the afternoon Luna Lovegood stopped by in the afternoon, with a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers, assuring you that some of them had healing powers, Malfoy pulled a face and excused himself for a while. Luna being the absolute sweetheart she was, she stayed a while and chatted with you. She informed you about everything that was going on in the Ravenclaw tower by now, including that you were officially the hero of the house and Marcus Flint enemy number one. The only thing leaving you slightly irritated was that Luna assured you that -if Malfoy wouldn’t have caught you before you hit the ground- the garden gnomes would have done so, who were secretly still living at the pitch, having formed their own little society under the stands by now. Speaking of Malfoy, Luna assured you -very incidentally and while saying goodbye to you- that she had always known that the two of you would be a wonderful couple one day since she had seen the glances Malfoy was always giving you when he knew you weren’t looking, as well as she had overheard all the very nice things that he had always said to his friends about you. When you asked her how she knew this, Luna just responded with a shrug of her shoulders that people like Draco never really cared about people like her being around, making it very easy for her to look behind the façade of people.

When Luna had left and Draco returned shortly afterwards, you were still baffled by the girl, as well as what she had just told you. From that point on, you enjoyed Draco´s company even more, even though it felt kinda strange to actually talk to him, besides some teases about the quality of the Quidditch play of the other one.

The sun already set, when Draco finally got ready to go and leave for dinner. You were almost sad he already had to leave, since you had much fun to spend some time with him, especially when everything else you had been able to do for the day had been lying in bed.

“I think I´ll leave now.”, Draco said, as he was standing in front of you, ready to go.

You nodded and smiled at him sweetly.

“Thanks for staying with me. It was quite nice to have some company.”

“Even if it was me?”, Draco grinned.

“Even if it was you.”, you confirmed. Or maybe especially because it had been him.

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

“What did you just say?”

“That it was nice to have some company. Even if it was you.”

“No, after that.”

Did you really had just said this out loud? Maybe your head had carried away more damage than you had thought.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“I would know if I did, wouldn’t I?”

“Misheard you then I guess.”, Draco mumbled, scratching his neck.

“Probably.”, you answered, trying to prevent your cheeks from intensifying their red shade.

“Well, then I´ll really leave now.”, Draco said and you nodded.

Still, the boy didn’t move.

“You´re a great seeker, you know that?”, he suddenly blurted out. “And I... I was really worried about you when you got hit by that damn bludger.”

You looked at Draco in surprise. The boy was looking at the ground, his cheeks at least as red as yours.

“I… thanks.”

Draco nodded before he took a step back, now actually intending to leave.

“Well, I see you around I guess.”

“Draco?”

The boy froze just as he was about to turn away from you as he heard his name leaving your lips.

“Yeah?”

“You´re a great player too. And I… I´m really glad you stayed with me. The night I mean. And now. And thanks for bringing me here. And everything else.”

Draco now turned around to you again, stepping a bit closer to you. You could see a small smile playing around his lips.

“Not for this.”, he responded.

You nodded vigorously.

“Yes for this.”, you returned. “You didn’t have to do this but you still did. That was… nice.”

Draco raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Nice? I´m not nice.”, he chuckled.

“Yes you are.”, you answered. “You´re not half as much of a prick when your feet are back on earth.”

“Doesn’t make any sense anymore now, does it? I mean we lost the game already.”

“Even one more reason to be mean to me. Never took you for a good loser.”, you smiled.

Draco returned your smile. He stepped even closer than before until he was standing directly next to your bed and took your hand in his bigger ones. As his thumb carefully brushed over the back of your hand, you could feel a goosebump covering your entire body. Draco´s eyes met yours and never left them, as he returned: “I think you got me, wrong darling. We might have lost the game, but I don’t feel like a loser at all.”

He placed a small kiss on the back of your hand, his grin only growing wider as he noticed how your breath hitched as his lips slightly brushed your hand.

“Never thought that there was anything more important to you than the game.”, you responded in a breathy voice.

You could feel your heart hammering inside your chest, as Draco interlocked the fingers of his one hand with yours, while his other hand brushed some strands of hair out of your face, before caressing the last signs of the, by now almost completely healed, bruises on your face and neck. His eyes were still locked with yours, searching for any signs of pain or discomfort. But as he didn’t notice any of these and saw you didn’t have any intention to shy away from his touch, he slightly bent forwards, his face only centimetres away from yours.

“I can think of at least one thing that is far more important than anything else now.”, he whispered.

And when his lips finally met yours, you had to agree with Draco. There were much more important things than stupid games -even though you had to admit that you were already looking forward to bringing up the fact that you had outsmarted Draco at some point again-, Bludgers and house cups.

And one of those things was right in front of you.

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yin-yang-friend · 9 months

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All day, every day

Therapist

Mother

Maid

Nymph, then a virgin

Nurse, then a servant

Just an appendage

Live to attend him

Just so he doesn’t lift a finger

Labour by Paris Paloma Part 1

#harry potter #hermione granger #narcissa malfoy #minerva mcgonagall #bellatrix lestrange #madame pomfrey #nymphadora tonks #lavender brown #luna lovegood #female

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Chapter 1: Introduction

finally getting the first chapter of “but if you feel like i feel, please let me know it’s real” out, so that’s exciting. here’s the ao3 link if people prefer that.

so yeah, finally my Minnie and Poppy fic, here it is. we start with the fluff but in later chapters we’ll get to some angst.

also, i want it to be known that this fic is so fucking far away from cannon and you fuckers better not start complaining about that now.

After a long time of studying medical magic at St. Mugos, Poppy Pomfrey made the decision to finally go to the school that always struck her curiosity, Hogwarts. Despite having been homeschooled in magic, the school always intrigued her. A new situation to tackle, a huge group of people, students and teachers all around…children. Now surrounded by students and teachers who know the school like the back of their hand, she feels like a bit of a fish out of water. At least she’s not the only new staff to the school.

A gorgeous woman, called Mc–Something, Poppy hadn’t entirely learned the names, there were so many to attempt to memorize, it was all a bit much. Everything was a bit much, so she put her head down and focused on the injuries, on her job, that was all. She’d always been taught to know her place, and Poppy always sort of knew she was more of a side character, a bit less important, just do your job and that’s it. But when she caught sight of that green green gown, or the pinned up swirling brown hair, Poppy would wonder: what more is there to this life? Why does this woman capture all my thoughts? I need to just focus again, but I can’t with her image always coming back to the forefront of my mind. What adventures has she been through? What stories does she have to say? I’ve done so little and she has the confidence of having done so much.

Poppy turned a corner, back to her brewing pot, new medications to be made, this was all to worry over when the medical wing was this close to empty due to it being the beginning of the year.

…

Minerva racked her brain for hours and hours, why don’t I recognize her, we must have gone to school together for ages, we’re just about the same age? I would know those eyes, those ice blue eyes that make my heart race just a little bit too much. As she flipped through the pages of her textbook, making sure to think through any questions or mistakes that could occur in her first lesson, Minnie’s mind could not escape from the meal in the great hall just a few minutes prior.

The long process of sorting that was a bit of a bore given the years upon years that she had had to sit through the ceremony as a student, except this time she would be observing as a teacher, trying to ensure the students wouldn’t be misbehaving during the torturously boring time of watching first years. Though, wondering about the personalities of these children did intrigue the new teacher, just who would be a troublemaker and who might decide to make her life just the slightest bit easier (unlikely to happen but a lady could hope).

Her eyes also darted to the students around, some of whom she used to tutor, but now she wasn’t just Minerva the seventh year quidditch hotshot, now she was a teacher. There was a small sense of anxiety over if they would respect that, Dumbledore would make sure they did, McGonagall could make sure they did—still, there was that anxiety there.

As she laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, hoping to brush aside the worries, think of something else, anything else from the day. Ice blue. No, not this, I’m not–I’m not having a stupid crush ruin my life again…but, ice blue, sky blue. A sky blue you could fly in.

…not again.

…

At least Poppy didn’t feel so useless within the first few days, students constantly coming in with new ailments, and even a teacher who seems to get herself into trouble just a bit too often. Something about flying higher and higher, it was always quite dangerous, Poppy didn’t understand this school’s obsession with it.

It made the hospital wing quite busy, just a bit too busy, but nothing the medi-witch couldn’t handle. Or at least nothing she wouldn’t have to handle. Plus there were some 6th and 7th year volunteers that came in every so often to help with simple recovery spells or to try (and most often fail) at replicating certain healing potions, but slowly but surely the students were gaining their skills as they came in again and again, practicing.

A part of her began to understand why people go into this education thing, that look of eureka in a kid's eyes, the amount of simple joy that could bring was honestly a magic of its own.

…

The beaming late afternoon light shone through the medical wing making the cots appear to glow, it was all quite beautiful the brightness brought warmth to the currently sterile and empty room. Thankfully that Sunday had been pretty calm for Poppy, a few healing potions here and there, but no serious injuries or complex magic. Over the weekends the kids didn’t seem to work themselves to the bone, at least not as much as certain teachers, Poppy’s mind remarked as a certain professor with pinned up curling brown hair dragged her feet into the hospital wing yet again.

“Back so soon?” Poppy remarked.

The young professor gave a pained smile back, “Well someone needs to give you company on such a beautiful day.”

“By this point I fear you just never want to leave the hospital wing, you know there’s a world out there, right?”

“Oh, I know far too well. That world just happens to be a pain in my–” the woman covered her mouth and coughed, “heh, never know when the children are around. Sometimes one slips up…”

“What happened this time Professor…..?” Poppy trailed off.

“McGonagall, Minerva McGonagall, though my friends call me Minnie.”

“Have I heard some of the students call you Minnie too?”

“I haven’t been away from the school all that long,” Minnie’s eyes darted around the room, “anyways, to the business of me being here. While doing some flying practice I happened to get just a smidge distracted and…well this world decided that due to that fatal error it would give me as much pain as possible.”

“Quite a fall?”

Minerva nodded, “Quite. A. Fall.”

“Well, relax a moment, let me see what I can give you.”

Glass rattled and clanked around as Poppy sorted through the vials, jars, and general equities of her storage. Something for the aching, something to strengthen those bones, something for–

Pomfrey was brought out of her mind as she heard Minnie’s accent across the room, “You know, it’s quite unfair now.”

“What’s that?” Poppy peaked her head out, raising her eyebrows at the professor.

“Well now you know something about me, yet I know nothing of you.”

“I know your name, I would have learned it sooner or later.”

“And I still don’t know yours, and that’s just unfair,” Minnie faked a pout, though her smile was very clearly seeping through her mouth.

“Pomfrey.”

“What?” the lady held a hand to her ear.

“Oh, have I got to check your hearing too now?”

“You’re muttering across the room, sorry if I don’t have the hearing of a hound, Miss…Pomey?” Minerva moved her arms and hands around, almost like conducting an orchestra of sass and sarcasm, it was honestly quite impressive to see this young confident woman. Though a bit more intimidating to be in a conversation with when all one can focus on is the movements of her fingers, or the way the light shines in her eyes. Nothing Pomfrey could think of for too long.

“Pomfrey,” she finally corrected, “Poppy Pomfrey, there you go, now we’re even.”

“Not quite.”

“Oh, and what’s this now? Some new rule to your game?” Poppy sauntered next to the woman, holding out a vile. In a more professional tone adding, “Drink this, you’ll feel better.”

Minnie swigged it down in one go, drawing her head back as she did so, then immediately began speaking after swallowing it down, “Well, you see, I know exactly what you do at this school but you have no clue about me. I have the upper hand.”

“You’re a professor.”

“What do I teach?” she grinned as Poppy looked into her mind, trying to remember what it was Dumbledore had said about McGonagall that first night, that grand dinner.

“Minerva I’m just here for my job. I’m just here for the kids you know, you’re just an added bonus.”

“And I feel quite the same, though it could be fun to try and get to know each other Poppy, Mediwitch of Mystery,” Minnie stood up next to the woman.

Poppy held her hand out, Minnie thankfully returned the awkward favor and the two ladies shook hands, “Nice to properly meet you, Minerva.”

“Nice to meet you too, Poppy, if you ever want to drop by for a chat or a biscuit I’d love to talk.”

“I can tell, though I’m unsure if I could find the time. Medical wing is always busy, even certain teachers come in here needing my attention, could you imagine?”

“I couldn’t, though I must say, the fair share of fellow professors I’ve met have not been as cordial as I.”

“Nor as mysterious, though I’d love to drop by for a biscuit when I have time, I wouldn’t know where to find you.”

“Then I’ll find you,” Minnie smiled as she turned and left the wing.

She’ll find me? Poppy raised her eyebrows, feeling just a bit of warmth in her face that hadn’t been there before. Must be the sun though, because of all the open drapes, must be the sun.

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