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sweetpandorabox · 1 year

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Blaise Zabini as a boyfriend 🐍🧹

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Warnings ⚠️: Slight mentioned of sexual themes and some spicy stuff.

Dating this aloof, rich, and mysteriously handsome Slytherin could include:

🖤💸🍷

He's very quiet and acts disinterested half the time, but when he hears you mention something you like once or sees you touching/looking at something a little too long at the store, he'd get it for you and surprise you with it the very next day because he's so observant and knew you'd love it.

He's the type to learn how to cook your favorite meal or secretly knows how to cook properly, so you look forward to staying at his mansion over the summer break with him and his mother Ms. Zabini, where he cooks the both of you a delicious meal for dinner almost every day.

He doesn't smile much, actually not at all and not just at anyone, but whenever he sees you his face is beaming like he just saw a litter of puppies. He's always the first one to greet you and hug you, even lifting you up and spinning you around in his arm.

He doesn't wear casual clothes often, most of the time he wears a full turtle neck suit piece or just a regular 3-piece suit, but he always comes to you to do the tie, he's particularly picky with that part and doesn't like doing it himself or anyone else doing it, apart from you so he can look at your face as long as he wants and would kiss your forehead after you've done his tie as a thank you.

He always drinks his coffee black, ever since you met him even, but you try to get him to add a little bit of milk/creamer or perhaps some sugar but he just smirk and says I've had my sugar already and would stare at you up and down before grabbing you by the neck gently into a passionate kiss.

He's the type to read books and actually shows a bit of interest in it apart from you of course, and would read for hours on end so you need to remind him to go eat, shower, sleep, and study for the day, and he wouldn't move or listen to you until you shower him with kisses.

He calls you cute nicknames like Aphrodite, Love, Smiles, or Baby.

Likes when you call him Blay, Darling, Baby, Hunk, or Grumpy (you used to call him that teasingly before you guys started dating not knowing he was into you, and still uses it to this day).

His love language is probably the act of service, he doesn't talk much or do a lot of PDA in front of people but he sure shows how much he loves you by helping you, for example, he goes to get you period products along with chocolates and medicine, he likes tying your shoelace for you, serves your breakfast, lunch, and dinner plate first before himself and make sure he puts enough and he even helps you get dressed for the pleasure of watching you change and because he just wants to help.

He's the best listener in the world, you can talk his ears off and he still nods, respond when he needs to, and look at you with so much love as he tends to soften his intimidating face when you guys are together.

Freak in the sheets, he's into things like hair pulling, spanking, choking, and rough sex and he's probably the kind of boyfriend to tease you by whispering dirty things in your ear and is the type to do something freaky under the desk during a study in the library, or during meal times. Although he likes using his fingers in private, in a public setting, he uses his wand and casts a charm to make you cum.(😜)

He used to be so vain and arrogant but when he started dating you he's no longer either of them really, now it's just pure good confidence because he knows that he's attractive and doesn't need to hear it from anyone else but you and his friends.

We've already established that he's super aloof, cold, and has that tough exterior but his friends, especially Draco starts teasing him loads because of how you've made Blaise soft, not just towards you but towards other people now too, but he just eye rolled them and continue as he was.

He's the type to ask for permission from you before he does anything, even if you told him that he didn't need to ask, and he can just do whatever he wanted, but he just dismisses this quick and continue to ask permission for things like if he's able to hang out with the boys for example or if he could go to the library and issues some new books.

When he's alone with you and is in a bad mood to cuddle, his go-to is resting his head on your tummy and asking for head rubs which always manage to relax him and would eventually make him fall asleep, and of course you find that to be so adorable.

As we all know, he's pretty much wealthy because of his mother and would buy you really expensive gifts for anniversaries, Valentine's Day, Christmas, and more. But on your very first birthday as a couple with Blaise, he's gotten you a silver anklet with his initial on it (B.Z) so everyone knows who you belonged to.

You never really heard him laugh before when you guys first started dating, but by the time you're both comfortable with each other and you're confident enough to make funny jokes or tickle him, his laugh was the most precious thing you've ever heard and it was a real treat hearing it for the first time.

He has a great sense of style and fashion for a guy, so you tend to ask him loads of questions about clothing and where you may find clothes that accentuate your body type/figure and he's more than happy to help, somedays you even let him dress you up like a doll which usually turns into more of a fun dress up play.

He trusts you and your relationship so he wouldn’t be one to get jealous easily.

Blaise does this adorable thing where in the middle of the night if the both of you are sharing a bed at his place during summer break or if he successfully manages to sneak into your shared dorm room, he’ll reach over your hips and pull you closer to his body because he doesn't want to lose you while he slept.

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crystlizabeth · 1 year

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Oh so Familiar.. -Severus Snape

Paring: Severus Snape x Blackfem!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: the new year began which means having to teach students how to brew the Amortentia potion, having to endure the same smell he faces every year except this years..

The new year began the lessons finally leading up to this one. It was that time of year again, Severus had to teach the 6th years how to make the Amortenia potion. He frankly didn’t like teaching this god forbidden love potion. He got tired of teaching it having to smell the same smell if lilies and honey over and over again, it had started to become boring to him yet it still stuck around. With that he had to be reminded of memories he didn’t want to remember.

As class began students gathered around Severus as he began to brew the example for them. Walking through every step to ensure they do it correctly even though they would mess it up. But this time as he brewed he started to smelled something sweet yet refreshing, it didn’t smell if lilies and honey anymore but of a far to familiar aroma.

Shea butter, coconut and and Earthly aroma of fir and other plants. He blinked hard to collect his thoughts back hoping the students didn’t notice his pause in demonstration question him. He wrapped up his demonstration leaving the student to start their own. This was new he was relieved, happy even though his expression stayed neutral walking throughout the class room.

His final class of the day had finally finished up, the new aroma lingered around him throughout the day. He knew who it was and who the aroma belonged to.

“Professor would you be interested in observing Ms. L/ns lecture with?” The voice of Dumbledore snapping Severus out of thought, Professor Mcgonagall standing next to him.

“Now why would i do that.” He questioned turning around, he was gonna go but didn’t want to make it obvious to the woman standing next to him.

“Oh common Severus it will give you something to do.” Minerva said giving the man a smile.

“Perhaps…”

Upon arrival the smell of earth hit them such a refreshing room. Your class room was like and open terrarium you would often see in a muggle zoo it was big the open roof letting the sunlight shine through. Plants laid everywhere stone pathways between the desk leading up to your desk. Students sat in desk in pairs of two they sat on stools looking at you. You stood on a big circle of water a glass cover on top of it so you didn’t fall through.

You wore a satin light cream colored dress that came down past your feet with a v shaped neck not one long enough for cleavage but to show of your necklaces, the dress hugged your torso and hips it falling loose after your hips. The sleeves where like your robes the open hung sleeves but they where shorter exposing your wrist showing if the bracelets your wore. Your hair in bohemian goddess braids some of the hair pulled to the back of your head to keep it out of your face only leaving two strands in front having some if the hair rest in your shoulders.

The three professors entered your room standing in the back watching, you gave them a small smile when you noticed them as you walk through the isles going on with your lesson. A faint giggle came from a desk you stood by.

“I suggest you pay attention Mr.Malfoy, Zabini for i know you two aren’t doing quite well in my class.” You spoke your voice stern.

“Apologies professor…” Zabini said quietly Malfoy giving a quiet apology as well.

The clock chimed not to soon after letting the students know class was over. Dumbledore and Mcgonagoll waved you off as they left severus staying behind.

“Hello professor Snape.” You spoke a smile rested on your face as you greeted your colleague.

“Afternoon professor L/n, how was your day.” He asked walking word me before i could ask him his face remained in its resting position yet you could fell the warmth if him.

“It was nice the 2rd years were a little more talkative then i would have liked but you know it is what it is, how about you?” You told him, your body leaning against the dest behind you looking slightly up at him.

“I went through the basics with the first years again, the went on to teach the 6th years how to brew a more advance potion.” He explained sighing at the thought of the chaotic first years.

“Oh and how fun that must have been.” You laughed knowing those first years drove him crazy.

“What potion did you teach the 6th years?” You asked looking at him.

He didn’t say anything but he did grab a small vile out of his robs pulling the cork off it. “Smell this for me tell me what you smell.” His voice calm as he offered the vile out to you. You wanted to question him but knew your would probably receive no answer. Closing your eyes leaning forward you the smell comforting.

Cologne, spices, and new books. Its was an Amortenia potion, it was the aroma of the man that stood in front of you.

“Nothing.” The lie rolled of your tongue, you leaned back on to the desk not looking away from him.

He pulled the vile back putting the cork back on it his eyes train on you. Your head tilted slightly, The way the sunlight the creeped through the vines and branches from the open roof how it shined so perfectly on your melanin skin, making your darker complexion sparkle. “You know that silly little lie of yours would have made it past anyone else, but you try and lie to me common now, really.?” He asked catching you in your lie.

“..now do tell me Y/n what did you smell.” He spoke in a teasing manner a smirk tugging at is lips.

“Don’t. Because you know damn well what i smelled Severus.” You sniped at him, you knew damn well he has been in your head for that past month yet you allowed it, you Allowed this man into your head. Letting him see every though, how you got excited when he enters the room, how his voice can make you squirm in your seat, how you imagined him in your most vulnerable moments.

“Oh i do.. but i want you to say it Y/n..” his voice became a whisper his tone almost seductive, pushing the braid out of your face it tucked poorly behind your ear.

Your face heating up and he came close now to eye level his arms trapped you on the desk.

“I smelled men’s cologne, spices for brewing specifically rosemary and thyme. And freshly opened books.” You spoke softly not breaking eye contact.

“Why did you smell Severus..?” You spoke not sure if you wanted the answer.

“Well ms.L/n i smelled Shea butter, coconut and a refreshing aroma like the forest, the smell of fir trees and plants.” He said his tone nonchalant.

He just..

“Wait you smelled me..” your eyes widened.

“And you smelled me.” He said.

You stood there you didn’t understand why you where so shocked for merlins sake he had you pined against a desk. He let out an amused chuckle.

“You’re extraordinary, you know that.” His voice was sweet you felt his hand press against your face causing you to lean into his touch.

“I reckon you want a kiss.” You teased.

“Hmm if you insist..” he says pulling you in.

His kiss was gentle filled with passion, his other hand making it to your face to pull you closer to deepen the kiss. Pulling away you noticed how some over your darker gloss made its way to his pale skin.

“Making a mess of yourself hm?” You asked cupping his face your thumb running across his lip smearing the colored gloss.

He didn’t say anything, he just pulled you in for another kiss.

Hope y’all like this i had to re WRITE IT BC TUMBLER DECIDED TO GLICH AND KICK ME OUT WHILE I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING IT. Anyways it the as good at the first version but i still like it

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letstrythisout4 · 2 months

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Chapter 6: Blaise Zabini and the overlooked allies

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Ever since Halloween, Blaise had been growing increasingly uncomfortable in the Slytherin dormitories and common room, nothing compared to the atmosphere of Hufflepuff common room. He couldn’t tell if it was because of how willing the Hufflepuff first years were to allow Blaise to join them for breakfast, or how he abruptly realized how kind Professor Sprout was to all of her students (even those who refuse to respect her) or just how…homey the atmosphere of the Hufflepuff common room was. Isabella seemed to have picked up on this - despite Blaise being careful to have never voiced his opinions - and had begun to invite (read drag ) him there more frequently (read all the time).

Seemingly Isabella’s plan came into effect, gaining him many Hufflepuff … acquaintances. He formed quick connections with all of the Hufflepuffs of his year, except Smith, once he finally met Hannah Abbott who had slept through his first meeting with the Hufflepuffs in the kitchens. They would now invite him into games of Exploding Snap, Wizards’ Chess and study sessions held, absurdly late at night before and after their midnight Astronomy class, weekly. And the older students had warmed up to him once realizing that he was friends with Isabella, apparently she had established a reputation as a great judge of character in the short months she’d been at Hogwarts.

Which is why Blaise was incredibly confused when he walked into the Astronomy tower and saw Isabella chatting with Theodore Nott of all people as Theo was setting up his telescope, enjoying her company if his soft laughter was anything to judge by. Blaise aggressively cleared his throat as he fully entered the room, fiddling with his astronomy chart.

“Hey Blaise.” Isabella chimed as if nothing was strange about the exchange he just witnessed.

“Hey Reyes.” Blaise responded shortly, deciding to question her thoroughly at the Hufflepuff meet up after class.

He spent the rest of class trapped in his mind running through all the possible reasons as to why the two would be speaking together.

“Mr. Zabini! Can you share with the class the current ascension and declination of Jupiter?” Professor Sinistra asked, tired of his lack of productivity.

“Yes, Professor. Right ascension is 03h 01m 05s, declination +16 degrees, 16 seconds, 07 minutes.” Blaise stated slowly.

“Thank you.” She said, narrowing her eyes at his dragged out answer.

Later that evening Blaise wandered into the Hufflepuff common room, briefly greeting students as he made his way to sit next to Isabella on the floor near the fire.

“Reyes, quick question for you.” She hummed without looking up from her astronomy essay, “What- hm- since when- hmm- since when are you friends with Theodore Nott?” he eventually stammered out .

“Oh, Theo!”

Theo? I don’t even call him Theo, and I’ve known him since we were seven.

“ Just a bit before I became friends with you sooooo”, she tilted her head side to side, “about mid-September, why?” she mumbled clearly not paying him much attention.

Blaise didn’t answer, he was too busy wondering how Isabella survived this long. “No reason, I’m really tired. I'm going to head down to the dorms. Goodnight, Reyes.” he blurted out as he smoothly got up, trying not to alert her.

“Night Blaise.”, she muttered, still not paying his attention.

The second Blaise was out of sight he ran all the way down to the Slytherin dungeons, outpacing Ms. Norris and narrowly dodging Peeves’ dung bombs. Only to hear a posh voice call to him upon entering the common room, “Zabini, can I talk to you for a second?”

Perfect, just the man I wanted to speak to, Blaise thought as he took the armchair next to Theo’s. “What do you want to talk about Nott?”

“Your girlfriend actually. She is making quite a few enemies recently, we may need to step in soon.”

“She isn’t my girlfriend.”

“Sure. Listen Zabini, I don’t know if she told you but the older students have taken…an interest in her.” Theo raised his eyebrows with purpose.

Blaise instantly knew what he was talking about, the bullying and harassment that Isabella was open to because of her heritage, blood status and race. He wasn’t even necessarily worried about the Slytherin’s in his year, the older students could be far more cruel and dangerous than Malfoy and his entourage could dream to be. “How much interest?”

“Enough for her to prove herself to be a great duelist but not enough to discourage them. They’ve decided instead of taking her on one on one, they're going to attack her as a unit, soon.” - he held up a hand when he saw Blaise go to speak- “I don’t know how soon but soon enough that people are starting to sound excited that someones going to finally “teach her a lesson”. And we-” we pointed to the two of them ”-need to warn her and stand beside her, together.”

“Okay but why are you warning me, what’s in it for you?” Blaise added, “Specifically.” as to not allow Theo room to avoid his question.

Theo leaned in, “ Believe it or not, Reyes and I are friends. And you and I both don't want to see your girlfriend get attacked by the older students. And we both don’t like this blood supremacy bullshit.” he whispered after his eyes darted around the empty common room.

It was well known in the Wizarding World that Tiberius Nott was a Death Eater, a good one, a deadly one and a rumored unapologetic one. No one quite knows how he managed to escape Azkaban, no one knows the details of his hearing and all of his documentation is private. All anyone knows is that he only affiliates himself with purebloods who were involved with You-Know-Who and advocates strongly and loudly for the anti-muggleborn laws to be passed, as he has somehow maintained his seat in Wizengamot.

“Since when do you not believe in it?” was the only question Blaise had left.

“Since I was eight.” Theo muttered, his shoulders sagging as if he finally had a weight lifted off of him.

They sat in silence watching as The Giant Squid cast a shadow over the room, “Alright we’ll work together to help her.” Blaise said, holding out his hand to Theo.

With a firm handshake Theo agreed with a simple “Deal.”

They decided to not tell Isabella until after the holidays as there were only three days before everyone boarded the train to go home, they also agreed it would be best to warn the rest of the ‘puffs of the attack as they would be able to be around her far more than Blaise and Theo. The Hufflepuffs took the news surprisingly well, they already knew about Isabella’s run-ins with the older students, and Blaise saw their eyes hardened with determination as they promised to make sure Isabella didn’t face off the Slytherins alone. Blaise spent the last days completing busy work in his classes, lounging around the Hufflepuff common room and keeping a close eye on Isabella in case Theo and his assumption was wrong.

Thankfully the days passed without issue and Blaise watched as Isabella, bundled up in a thick robe, oversized Hufflepuff yellow scarf and mittens, boarded the train with her Hufflepuffs. They were surrounding her with Wayne casually observing their surroundings for potential threats. The train ride was uneventful; the only difference between this time and the beginning of the year is Blaise would catch Theo’s eyes and they would both subtly shake their heads at Draco’s dramatics.

As the train slowed pulling up to the station, Blaise gathered his things and rushed to the doors, ready to go home. Over the past few months he had written to his mother weekly but his letters were admittedly vague as he felt so awkward describing everything to his mother in written words, he always finished his letters with “ I’ll tell you more when I get home.” Now that the time had finally arrived Blaise felt as if he were going to burst if he didn’t get to tell his mom everything now. The doors opened and there she was Elizabeth Zabini in the flesh wearing her hair in long butterfly locs decorated with silver jewelry, and wearing expensive purple robes. He immediately rushed to her, enveloping her in a hug which she instantly reciprocated, Blaise didn’t care how he looked, all he cared was that he was going home. He had grown comfortable with Isabella and the ‘puffs but he couldn’t confide in them as he did his mother.

His mother rubbed his back gently, “Shall we grab your things and head home my love?”

Nodding eagerly Blaise let go and went to the cargo compartment of the train to gather his things (grateful he remembered to place a featherlight charm before leaving Hogwarts). He heard behind him, “Your mom looks as kind as you described her.” a soft voice he had become so familiar with remarked.

“She does, doesn't she?” he said with a smile as he turned to Isabella with a new found respect for her for the way she described his mother. “Where are your parents?” he asked, looking out a window at the mass of people in the station, searching for the people that Isabella talked so little about compared to how much Blaise told her about his mother.

“Oh they're waiting for me in a taxi on the other side of the barrier. They don’t really trust …all of this.” she whispered vaguely, uncharacteristically nervously, as she used her hand to gesture to the sea of witches and wizards.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” she said with a grim smile. “Well I’m off, I don’t have an owl so I’ll give you your gift after break.” She grabbed her things and strut confidently into the barrier despite Blaise seeing her eyes water.

He slowly walked towards his mother, feeling as if someone had just dropped a boulder on his lungs. As he struggled to breathe he almost begged, “Mother, can we invite a friend of mine to stay for the last week of break?”

“Of course. Is something wrong?” she questioned her eyebrows furrowing.

‘I don’t know.” Blaise replied honestly.

Author's notes: this chapter was a pain in the ass yall. And i dont think its the longest chapter i've written. Sigh. i fought with this chapter like snoopy fought that chair in the thanksgiving charlie brown special that might be to niche but i don't care please tell me yalls thoughts in the comments, like if you enjoy and as always thanks for reading

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thomasisaslut · 10 months

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Amorentia || Severus Snape x F!Hufflepuff Reader

Chapter Two || Reoccurrence

Word Count: 908

Reaching the class you spot a few other students that are in your advanced class. You see the Weasley twins, Blaise Zabini, and Cedric Diggory. You decide to sit by your fellow Hufflepuff—Cedric. Well you're not the best of friends it's much better then sitting with a cunning Slytherin or two pranksters who never stop talking.

"[First Name]?" Cedric smiles at you as you sit down in the empty seat beside him.

"Cedric." You smile then take out your equipment for the class, bracing yourself for whatever challenge the Professor has today.

Professor Snape soon enters the classroom through his storage closet in the back. He then speaks.

"Welcome." His voice booms around the classroom. He then continues his speech after he's sure he has everyones attention. "Today we are brewing the Anti-Paralysis potion." He turns around to the large chalkboard behind him, he writes the lesson down in large bold letters at the top. 'ANTI-PARALYSIS POTION 101' it reads, the chalk stick almost snapping due to his rough writing. He then writes in bullet points underneath the large sentence. 'Syrup of Hellebore (2. Fl oz.), Stewed Mandrake (6. oz), Moondew (4. Fl oz).' Your eyes study his hands as he writes.

"Now begin." He snaps, the class nods and begins.

You gather your ingredients from the shelves in the room then return to your spot by Cedric and begin your work. Throughout the class you see your potion brewing to the perfect shade pink as instructed. You then feel a set of eyes on you, you look around the room only to be met with Professor Snape's eyes, you instantly look away as you flush, looking back towards your potion you turn off the burner. You then see a figure before you, you look up to see Snape again.

"Wait the correct amount of time for the cooldown this time, Ms. [Last Name]." He snaps but you swear there was a hint of concern in his voice.

You nod in response, completely understanding. He says nothing more and returns to examining the classes potions.

At the end of class you bottle your potion, this time the bottle remains connected. You're last in line to hand your potion is, eventually it gets to your turn and you hand him the bottle. You notice his eyes widen but only for a slim second.

"Good." He states then grades your potion a perfect O. Outstanding. A smile instantly crosses your features. You turn around but then Professor Snape speaks again. "Ms. [Last Name]." You turn around to face him again, the feeling of excitement returns as you keep eye contact with him.

"Yes, sir?" You ask, your voice sounding happy.

"Stay after class, I wish to speak with you." He states plainly, his face losing all the previous shock from before.

You nod again then return to your seat to pack up your belongings. You glance up at Cedric and wave.

"Bye, [First Name]!" He says then leaves the potion room.

You wave as he leaves, you then glance back at Snape, you notice he is glaring at Cedric as he leaves. He then feels your gaze and looks towards you, he looks at the chair before his desk, you nod understanding then sit before his desk. Every other student have now left, you feel exhilarated once again.

"What did you wish to see me for, Professor?" You ask curiously.

"Your wounds. Let me see them, Ms. [Last Name]" He stands from behind the desk then walks over to you, he holds his hand out to you so he can grab your arm.

You nod and lift the sleeve of your Hufflepuff robe, revealing the bandages beneath the cloth. He grabs your arm then removes the bandages, carefully Snape stares intensely at the wounds before nodding.

"They look fine, if they reopen go to Madame P immediately, understood?"

"Yes sir.." You mumble and frown as he releases your arm.

"Good, now I have a second thing. Ms. [Last Name]." You wait for him to continue. "Your potion today was perfect. It was graded an Outstanding, as you saw." He pauses, looking a bit uncertain before speaking again. "Would you like to be moved to the double excelled potions class?" Snape asks.

"Truly, Professor..?" You ask a bit shocked, a smile creeping onto your lips.

He nods, a small cocky smirk on his lips.

"I would love to, sir!" Your smile now beaming. He nods again, approving your reaction.

"Good, it'll be your last class of the day, your Care for Creatures class will be moved to this period." He states then waves his hand dismissively.

You take the hint and turn to leave, waving a small bye to him as you exit the room.

Once you leave the room you clutch your bag sleeve tightly, the same feeling of exhilaration fills your chest, you smile widely as you exit the hallway of the deep, dark, dungeon.

Chapter Three:

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memesandtvshowthings · 4 months

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The interviewer- a Dramione fanfic

Chapter one!

Author’s note: This is seven years after the war. Hermione is working at the ministry of magic in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, in her case, the Anti-overthrow office which was established after the war to prevent the ministry from ever being overthrown again. Her job is to interview new businesses and make sure they aren’t planning anything against the ministry.

There are a lot of pictures too! But only of the rooms, outfits, and other random things. I’m going to let you imagine the people yourselves. (Because I hate it when people show me what they’re supposed to look like!)

Hermione is 24 and Draco is… 23? Look it up. My math ain’t mathing right now!

That’s all I have for now, so, enjoy!

September 21, 2005

Hermione’s house

Hermione woke up to the sound of her alarm clock ringing.

(Her bedroom)

She quickly turned it off, got up, and went to her kitchen. She had a nice house. A little big, but, whatever floats your boat.

(Her kitchen)

She quickly made some coffee and buttered some toast.

Once she finished, she washed her dishes and sat down on the couch to read. It was her day off so she decided to relax.

(Her living room!)

A few minutes later, there was a tap on her window. She looked up and saw an owl.

“Hello.” She said, opening the window for it.

It held out its leg for her to untie, took a treat from her, and left. Once she sat back down, she read the letter.

Dear Ms. Granger,

I just wanted to let you know that tomorrow when you come in don’t bother going to your office. I need you in my office because I have arranged a meeting with the owner of a new company and I need you to interview him. I will give you more details tomorrow.

Sincerely,

Kingsley Shacklebolt-

Minister of Magic

She reread the letter to make sure she understood it all and then put it down.

“I wonder what business it is.” She said to herself. And picked her book back up.

Draco’s house

Draco woke up to his alarm clock but turned it right back off. It was Saturday, he wasn’t getting up till he had to.

(His room!)

Once he finally got up, he flicked his wand to make up is bed, stumbled into the kitchen, and sat down.

(His kitchen!)

Even after an hour of extra sleep, he was still exhausted. Starting and running a business was harder than he thought. Once he ate breakfast (Ham and Eggs) he went into the living room.

(His living room!)

He sat down and picked up his coffee, thinking about random things. There was a peck at the window so Draco got up, already knowing it was an owl, and untied the letter. Opening it he read,

Dearest Draco,

Hello! I was just wondering if you would like to join me for lunch? Please respond!

Love,

Pansy

He rolled his eyes. He had been getting the same letter every Saturday since his father had passed. He had only accepted the first time because he thought it was just a friendly gesture. Turns out, she only wanted his money. So he had declined making up an excuse every time since then. But today he just wrote,

No.

And that was it. He was too exhausted to think of an excuse.

Hermione’s house

Hermione woke up with a jolt. Her stomach felt like it was burning.

“Gosh, I’m hungry!” She said to herself. She looked at the time, 1:30, and made some lunch. Once she finished, she decided to sit on her porch.

(Her porch!)

So she went outside and right as she was about to sit down she saw a package by her door. She went to pick it up wondering who would have sent her this. Opening it she saw a note that said,

Hey Hermione!

Sorry I didn’t send this by owl, it was too big! I hope you like it and Happy Birthday!

Love,

Ginny

She opened the box and found a beautiful red lace dress.

(The dress!)

She couldn’t help but gasp when she saw it. It was…Perfect! She couldn’t wait for an opportunity to wear it.

Draco’s house

Draco woke up to Blaise Zabini tapping his shoulder

“Hey mate, wake up!” He said.

Draco grunted and said,

“I regret giving you a key.”

“Whatever. C’mon, let’s go somewhere!”

“I’m to tired.”

“Aww! Come on! We can go to lunch… on me.”

Draco immediately got up saying.

“I’ll be ready in five.”

Blaise just laughed and sat down to wait.

Draco came back with a green sweater and jeans.

(His outfit!)

“Alright, where are we going?”

Ok! That was chapter one! Stay tuned to my page for more!

#dramione #dramione fanfic #dramione ship #draco malfoy #hermione granger

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lumosatnight · 8 months

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Day 8: Put a baby in me

Blaise finds out by accident that his secretary likes a certain kink.

@kinktober2023 day 8: Breeding, @hpkinktober day 20: Breeding

Lily Luna/Blaise, E, 500 words

Boss/Employee, Caught in the Act, Sexy Audio

Inspired by this audio story found on the r/gonewildaudio subreddit. Italicized sections are quoted directly from the script.

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Ms Lily Luna Potter had been his secretary for a little over a year. Blaise had wanted to bend her over the desk for nearly just as long. She had the plumpest arse, which she hid beneath tight-cut pencil skirts that always drove him wild.

When he returned from his last meeting, the hour was late, and the building was empty… or so he thought.

“... your big raw unprotected cock sliding in between my lips…” a voice moaned from his office, right before he threw open the door.

Ms Potter jumped as her boss charged into the room. She was sitting in his chair, spread legs propped up on his desk, her tight pencil skirt shucked up above her waist. Blaise got a perfect view of her perfect pink cunt before she whipped her legs down, stuttering apologies.

“Mr Zabini, I’m s-so sorry. I didn’t think you’d — I was just —”

“Is someone else here?” He did a sweep of the room, positive there was some insufferable boy lurking in a cabinet.

“N-no, sir. It’s just me.”

She seemed to be telling the truth as he could not find anyone else.

“Please explain to me, Ms Potter, what it is you were doing in my office at this hour.”

“Well, I was… You see, it was…” She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. The skirt was more wrinkled than usual, and he wanted nothing more than to vanish it, so he could see her glistening pussy again.

“...cum inside of me and make me pregnant…”

“Excuse me?” said Blaise.

Ms Potter’s eyes went wide. “Oh, gods. I am so sorry. I thought I — It must’ve still been on. I didn’t mean to —” She scrambled the papers around, frantically searching.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” Blaise held up a small metal box. What did the kids call them these days? Shell Phones? They didn’t even have shells.

“...make me pregnant… please I need you to put a baby into me…” moaned the little device.

“Is this… appealing to you?” He raised an eyebrow at his mortified secretary.

“I — it’s not…”

“Is this something you like to do?” He backed her against the desk. She stayed stock still, eyes wide like a scared hippogriff, as Blaise leaned closer. “Do you like being bred, Ms Potter?”

He enjoyed watching her flush, all the way down her chest, which was visible under her unbuttoned blouse.

“...make me a mommy and shoot your big fucking load into my —” She yanked the phone from his hand and smashed the button until the incessant moaning ceased.

“Why listen to this when you can have the real thing?” he asked. He ground his hips against her then, eagerly rucking up that distracting skirt and grabbing her bare skin.

Ms Potter made a whimpering sound before muffling herself with her hand.

“Should I breed you? Put a baby into you while I fuck you raw?”

Her lip trembled as he stroked his thumb over it. “Y-yes, please, sir.”

Also read it on AO3!

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#kinktober 2023 #hp kinktober 2023 #hp fanfic #blaise x lily luna #500 words #lumosdrabbles

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dhr-ao3 · 6 months

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meet me at the bar

meet me at the bar https://ift.tt/xfa0KuY by deaddovebooks “Ms. Granger.” A low voice interrupts her thoughts, halting the finger she drags through the condensation of her glass. She turns her chin, just enough for her eyes to meet their mark before she turns back to the bar. “Mr. Malfoy.” Words: 969, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: One Shot, Domestic Fluff, Pining Draco Malfoy, Auror Draco Malfoy, cheeky Hermione Granger via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/zw0OIbu November 20, 2023 at 05:41AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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dramioneasks · 6 months

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Hi! I'm looking for Dramione organized crime au set in 1920s. Hermione is Italian and meets Draco when he enters her uncle's bookstore, where she works and gives her a letter for her uncle and asks her out. They go to a speakeasy where Ms. Zabini is a singer. The barman warns her about Draco. She figures out something is wrong but then gets drugged. The Malfoys are organized crime family and they kidnapped her because they have beef with her uncle.

Anyone?

#tigerorangelily #unresolved fic search #mafia #italy #bookshop #au #1920's #historical era #blaise #original character #kidnapping and imprisonment [hermione]#draco: manipulative

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Maybe Boggarts aren't so bad...

So, hello! First post to tumblr...

Uhhh, had this idea for a while, thought about posting it to see what the great wide tumblr-web would think. Let me know? Maybe? I'll stop rambling now and include more stuff at the bottom, maybe take a read when you're done :)

Context: My O/C (Robin Weiss) was childhood friends with Draco but after being sorted into Hufflepuff and not Slytherin like her parents and family line had been, a divide was created. This is in the third year when they begin to warm up to each other. I tried to follow the specific chapter of the book in terms of the background characters, but please forgive my "artistic liberties" in fulfilling this idea. I have more stuff to post but again, you can find more info at the bottom. Cheers!

Word count: 2,800~

Only two spaces from the front of the line, Robin stared at the battered wooden floors, more afraid of what her greatest fear was than the idea of the Boggart itself.

It could be anything… Storms, Dementors… Draco…

She stole a peek at Draco. He was further back in the queue, leaning against the shorter bookshelves that lined the walls, staring off into the distance as Parkinson giggled at something Zabini had just whispered in her ear. She nudged Draco, hoping to garner a similar reaction once he heard what was so funny but he was very much unresponsive, almost as if his consciousness had left his body. Robin turned back to the floor, counting the number of knots in the wooden board she was standing on, desperately wishing her turn would never come.

Screams sounded and she snapped her head back up when the Boggart met with Pavarti Patil, the girl in front of her. With an odd squelching noise, it morphed into a mummy that looked worse for wear. Its bandages hung tattered and singed, the only sign noting that it was human, besides its most human-like shape, was the single eye poking out from a gap in the wrappings around the face and fingers where the bandages had been worn off. It was ghastly, Robin understood immediately what the commotion was about.

“R-Riddikulus!” Parvati stammered, her wand shaking wildly in her hand. The other was currently being used to partially cover her face so she didn’t have to see the monster that was limping towards her.

“Again! This time with more conviction! Be brave Pavarti!” Professor Lupin called from the sidelines. He stood, arms crossed, on the opposite side of the room, watching the students perform their task of the day. His brows furrowed in worry, perhaps he doubted she would be able to do it.

With a shaky breath, Parvati tore her hand away from her face and refocused her aim. Eyes shut tightly, she yelled, “Riddikulus!” and with a pop!, the mummy groaned in distress, its wrappings beginning to unwind, tripping the monster who fell flat on its face, its head bouncing away.

“Wonderful! Excellent work Pavarti!” Professor Lupin clapped, walking over and giving her a pat on the shoulder. “Why don’t you go sit down, you look a little pale." Lavender Brown, who had gone before Pavarti, guided her to a row of seats in the back, away from most of the excitement so she could have a moment of peace.

The Professor turned to Robin. “Ms. Weiss? I believe it is your turn.” He stretched out an arm, guiding her to stand in front of the decayed body.

Robin cringed at the sight of the detached head on the floor then jumped when it rolled over on its own. The only visible eye felt like it was piercing her mind, searching carelessly and tearing at some invisible force in her skull but as soon as the sensation washed over her, it waned away.

Apparently the Boggart found what it was hunting for.

The room immediately flooded with darkness, the background chatter died away instantly. Everyone stood in apprehension until a light came on, illuminating a lump on the floor. As Robin’s eyes adjusted, she made out… herself?

There she was, lying on the floor, her eyes puffy and face tear-stricken. She wasn’t dead, only proven by the slight rise and fall of her chest under her robes, but she looked as if all light had been sucked from her soul. This sight wasn’t profoundly scary in the moment, in fact, Robin stepped closer, more curious to find out why this was even here; As far as she could recall, she wasn't afraid of darkness.

Then the deafening sound of laughter filled her ears.

Slight blue wisps were the only semblance of figures against the pitch black background. They stood in defined groups wearing broad grins, cackling and pointing at Boggart-Robin who lay limp on the ground. She watched in horror as her lifeless body began to melt away, seeping into the cracks in the floorboards and out of sight. The only part of her left behind was her face, which took the form of a mask and lay quite still. Its expression was morphed into a silent scream, eyes shut tight and mouth open wide.

As if petrified, Robin couldn’t find it within herself to move, to do… anything.

“-eiss!” She heard a voice call, but it sounded distant and detached from this new reality she had now found herself in; devoid of people and life, nothing but the image of her agony to keep her company.

“RIDDIKULUS!” Someone roared next to her. A loud bang! rang out and a flash of orange blinded Robin but it was soon replaced by the image of a lively festival, people bustling and vendors selling their wares. She felt a hand grab her upper arm and drag her away from the sight. Only when she discerned something hard under her thighs did she begin to gain wariness. Faint whispers reached her ears and she smelled something that reminded her of the forest and fireplaces. There was a lot of green on the figure in front of her, Robin noted, as their fingers snapped sporadically in her face.

“Robin! Snap out of it!” Hands were placed on her shoulders shaking her gently and she blinked, as if waking up from a bad dream.

Draco was kneeling in front of her bench row, eyes searching hers for any sign of recognition and awareness. She blinked again. Something hot and warm hit her skirt, she could feel the little spot grow damp and darken her already dark-grey piece of clothing.

“Dr-Draco?” Robin noted her voice was weak, as if she hadn’t used it for a month. She swallowed. It felt like hot knives were mangling her throat, grating it raw and stinging her vocal cords.

He nodded and started to rise but stopped when a chilled hand grabbed at his. "Please don't… g-go." Robin mumbled, she turned to stare at the floor as her other hand toyed with the hemmed edge of her skirt.

“Hey. You’re alright.” He ran his thumb over the back of her hand, kneeling back down. "I'll be right back, I need to grab something that will help you."

Robin nodded and held her breath, counting the seconds it took for Draco to return.

One, two, three… fifteen, sixteen… thirty-eight, thirty-nine-

“Here.” Someone shoved a Chocolate Frog into view. She exhaled, sniffling and wiping her face on the sleeve of her robes as the comforting smell of the confectionery treat hit her full on, filling her up with warmth and happier thoughts. Robin tried her very hardest to retain some of that warmth for herself.

She looked up, taking the sweet from Draco as he took her other hand in return. His face was etched in worry, his eyebrows knitted together in a way she'd never seen before but he still smothered on that characteristic frown, his lips pressed into a firm line.

"Is she alright?" Asked Professor Lupin as he hurried into view, "How did you know?" He raised a brow and gestured to the chocolate but didn't inquire any further when Draco shrugged.

"Five points to Slytherin for quick thinking and helping a fellow student." He patted Draco's shoulder before kneeling down in front of Robin, who had since taken a few bites of the sweet. Colour had started to return to her face but that was the only indication she wasn't fear stricken, her body still hunched and stiff as a board.

"Are you ok?" Professor Lupin attempted a comforting smile but he just looked sad. Robin gave a noncommittal hum, her eyes appeared glazed over as she continued to take small bites of the Chocolate Frog. She was mechanical in her movements, as though she could do nothing else but move the chocolate to her lips and back down.

Robin heard a sigh and Draco fell into view again, dropping into a squat beside the Professor, her hand still held firmly in his grasp. "I think she just needs some time, others are still waiting for their turns." Professor Lupin nodded and stood back up with minimal effort for a man of his age, striding back to the row of students and acting as if nothing had happened. Soon, the lesson continued as usual, classmates screamed at the sight of their fears before performing the jinx, but it all sounded far away. Robin made no effort to interact with the world outside her mind.

Draco scooted back onto the bench opposite her in the row, elbows resting on his knees, his hands now clasped around hers as if trying to transfer heat. "Weiss?" He nudged her foot with his, trying and failing to draw out a response.

So he did what he always knew calmed her in times of stress; He talked to fill the silence of her mind.

"I'm actually a little grateful that you went before me." He stole a glance at Robin who was still as attentive as a rock. Returning his gaze to the windows that overlooked the grounds, he grumbled, "I have a hint of who'd have shown up if I'd gone. I'm sure it would have been a proper sight for Potty, Weasel, and the Bookworm to witness me freeze-up at the mere sight of the old bloke."

Draco dropped his head with a sigh, allowing his eyes to scan the floor. The mid day sun that shone through the windows casted bright rays onto the wooden boards beneath their feet. He tracked the dust that floated through the air with little interest, and thankfully, a small sigh in front of him quickly drew back his attention.

Robin, well her eyes anyway, had gained a semblance of normality. They watched him with a seemingly scrutinising gaze.

"So you're all good then?" Draco hummed. He felt as if he had to forcibly drag his eyes away from hers, yanking them over to the students in the queue. He chuckled when Ron squealed, face to face with an enormous arachnid, sputtering and skittering away as it moved closer.

"Sorry," Robin mumbled, pulling his attention back. She frowned, "You must be embarrassed to be here with your mates watching." She started to remove her hand but his grip tightened and he levelled his eyes with hers. "I'm not leaving here until you say you're alright, Birdie."

A pang spasmed in her chest and Robin blinked again, another residual tear sliding down her cheek at the gentle reassurance. She hadn't heard that nickname in a long while and hated herself for her involuntary reaction.

She set the half-eaten sweet on the table beside her and wiped her face with her now free hand, a small sigh escaping her.

A pregnant pause seated itself with them as Draco resumed running the pad of his thumb over the back of her hand, a comforting touch he knew she liked.

"I saw your fear." Draco muttered, addressing the Erumpent in the room which rewarded him an 'obviously' and another quiet exhale.

"Hey." He gently tugged her hand bringing her puffy-eyed gaze back to his morose one, "I… I felt guilty, seeing it. Reminded me of our first year… when I…" His voice drifted off but she understood all the same.

"It's alright… in the past." Robin shrugged, a sad smile plastered on her face, "Can't do much about it now."

Draco frowned. "You'd give up on me so easily?"

"You did."

There was a weighted silence once more, only broken by the firing of jinxes and wails, before Draco summoned up the courage to speak again, "You're right and I want to make it better. They're not as witty and interesting as you are," He nodded over his shoulder at the group of Slytherins who were eyeing this interaction with unrelenting disdain, "I miss your company and our inside jokes and I'm a sodding git for letting go what was good, not realising that I'd had it till it was gone." He let out a long exhale.

"Merlin's beard…" He muttered, glancing up at her surprised expression before dropping his head again, letting go of her hand to wipe his face, as if he could rub off his guilt and wash it away with soap later.

"Thank you," Robin whispered, relaxing her features, "I was wondering when you'd come around." She playfully nudged one of his arms that rested on his knees, his body swaying slightly in response. "Godric knows it takes a lot out of a Malfoy to apologise." She let out a small, breathy laugh.

Merlin, he missed that laugh. He grumbled, rolling his eyes, "Don't go expecting more, bloody well murder my pride while you're at it why don't you." She laughed more heartily this time, a distinct sound breaking through the background noise of the classroom. It filled his soul with warmth, hearing her amusement.

"Noted. Well you're free to go now, I'm alright." She sighed, a happier smile replaced her sullen one from moments before, pleased that she reached her Draco-interaction quota as it was sure to last until next week.

He scoffed, "I've changed my mind, I don't want the cauldrons swapping when my father pops out of that cupboard. I think I'll stay here until the bell."

There was an eruption of applause which prompted the two of them to look up. Professor Lupin was standing in front of Harry, the Boggart having taken the form of a glowing white orb, as the Professor dragged Neville back into the fray, commanding him to finish it off.

“Riddikulus!” Neville bellowed, noticeably more confident. The image of Snape in his frilly dress, the first form that the Boggart had morphed into, had vanished, exploding into a thousand miniscule wisps of smoke and magic.

Neville started laughing and other students joined in, the class was soon chortling and giggling at what had just occurred in the past hour. Lively chatter joined the ambiance of the room and Robin discerned the sound of a short exhaling-laugh from Draco in the commotion before he turned back to face her, expression softening.

“What a day,” Robin smiled, shaking her head, “I guess we’re both too afraid to face what scares us most.”

It was Draco's turn to sigh, “As much as I would love to disagree with you, you’re probably right.”

Robin nudged his arm again, a cheeky grin spreading across her face, “You prat, you hate it when I’m right.”

“You've made it difficult to hate you as of late.”

Robin stared at him, a little taken aback if she was being honest with herself. She didn’t quite know what to say, but as the age-old Muggle proverb she learned about in Muggle Studies went, she was 'saved by the bell'.

Its ring droned for longer than usual, at least she thought so, because by the time it ended, students were already clamouring to get out the door. Draco cleared his throat, patting his knees before standing up, offering a small nod as he turned to leave.

"Wait, Draco," Robin blurted, she didn't even plan what she was going to say as he turned back around. "Um, th-thank you." She stammered. "You didn't have to help… with everything, you know, uh… it was nice of you." She avoided his gaze, not sure of what she'd see if she raised her head.

"I'd do it for any friend," She scoffed, forgetting her worries and glancing up as he continued, a frown on his face, "Don't look so chuffed," He rushed before she could retort, "Wouldn't want your 'Hufflepuff righteousness', or whatever bollocks you have imbued in you now, to get confused.

Snorting, Robin stood to join him. "My 'Hufflepuff righteousness' has nothing to do with how I see you treat the people you care for. It's nice to know you still consider me a friend." She batted her eyelashes for a teasing effect.

"I never said that-"

"Yes you did-"

"You're delusional-"

"Maybe so, but you haven't told me to 'sod off' yet so-"

"Oh sod off-"

"There it is."

Draco scowled and marched towards the door, leaving Robin in her well-deserved glory of finally having won an argument, a feat she first achieved six years ago.

He had tried to argue that 'Stupefy' was the strongest stunning spell, and to prove him wrong, she nicked her mother's wand and 'Petrificus Totalus'ed him. She was grounded for a week when he was found a quarter-hour later, via her instruction, face down in a bed of flowers in his back garden. He was sneezing for days due to a bad pollen allergy but in all fairness, she didn't know about it until then.

She smiled at the thought of him sitting in his bed, puffy-eyed and red-nosed, that classic scowl plastered on his face. Giddy that she could get into his head again, her heart soared over the fact that she actually had a full conversation with him since their last argument under the Ash tree over the summer.

Whether or not others considered arguments to be conversations was none of her concern as she nabbed her softening Chocolate Frog and strode over to her desk to collect her belongings, thanking Professor Lupin for his assistance and striding out the door, smiling as brightly as the afternoon sun.

Maybe Boggarts aren't so bad...

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(I don't know if I'm worthy of upgrading to unique and fancy line breaks yet, haha)

If you made it down here, thanks for doing so! Your interest means a lot to me. This was meant to be a one-off but then I kept daydreaming and more ideas flooded in so yes, I wrote them so I do have a tad bit more to post if more people want this... don't know why you would to be frank but hey, I've been consuming fanfiction for so long, it's only fair I've started to give back haha

I'm thinking about turning this into a full on thing though. In writing this, I did create a timeline and I have the "Ash tree argument" ready to post but maybe people would prefer I start from the beginning and see it later.. who knows! (Not me... obviously (Please let me know!))

More about me though!

Hi, my name is not Robin and I'm American (But I get made fun of for using British-isms (Is that a word? I do not know...)) although I tried very hard not to be when writing this (duh, it's set in England) but if I am trying too hard or not enough, please let me know! (With tips would be fantastic :o)

Also, I know the character's name is Robin, but I'm totally fine with creating a reader-insert (Y/N type beat) if people prefer that, I tend to read more of those anyway. Opinions?

Uhh, what more do I say... I have two dogs? They're quite nice... I like to read... hmm, that's about it, yeah.

As aforementioned, I am new to posting on tumblr, so I don't know how this site works just yet, so if you have any tips on how I could get around changing fonts, how to italicize (PLEASE!) (Figured that one out lol), adding pictures or something, I would love to know! I only experimented with like, three buttons here... (I am on mobile so maybe that's the problem...) (It was...)

Ok, I think that's it. This is getting annoying to scroll though, I never expected to write so much but hey, more for you to enjoy (maybe?) So again, last time, let me know what you think! I sincerely appreciate any and all feedback! Have a great day and thanks for stopping by!

(Now to figure out how to title this...)

(Update from two minutes later: I did it )

(Update from 4 hours later: I did more editing for a smoother read)

#draco malfoy #draco fic #hogwarts oc #hogwarts era #ocs #female reader #harry potter #professor lupin #i dont know what else to tag #:)#fanfic #partially researched #friends to lovers #arrangement #comfort #ok ill shut up now

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sapphicmarauding · 1 year

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PROMPT: April 24th — April 30th

"I am the shape you made me. Filth teaches filth."

potential pairings to write about: dorcas/marlene, lily/narcissa, alice/narcissa, ms zabini/narcissa...

inspiration: unhealthy relationship, morally grey characters, murder wives, one character making the other character worse

our introduction post with rules | our masterlist

#prompts #marauders microfic #sapphicmarauding's prompts #marauders #marylily #dorlene #narlily #pandalily

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impishtubist · 2 years

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Happy Wednesday! Widower Remus’ has now been married 4 times, but the last one ended in divorce instead of death. It was an amicable split from a Ms. Zabini citing irreconcilable differences (Remus wasn’t ready to be a step parent, and they kept trying to kill each other).

you know what, I don't normally like bi Remus, but I am cackling at this and I am 10000% on board with Remus marrying Mrs. Zabini. Yes, they absolutely would split because they kept trying to kill each other and Remus isn't ready to be a step parent. I absolutely cannot wait to read this!

#imp speaks #the only time remus is okay with stepparenting #is when he marries single dad sirius and steps up to parent harry #or if he and xenophilius lovegood are boyfriends #i think remus would be an awesome stepdad to luna

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rollercoasterwords · 1 year

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About the cheese, would MS Word get mozzarella as its cheese qualification? If yes, then what do you think of Ms Zabini getting that one?

Mostly because my headcannons of her are one of the old Hollywood people like Eartha Kitt, that sophistication(whether born into the money or manufactured to help her kill her husbands) and grace...maybe she'd fit?

yes u get it microsoft word is SUCH a mozzarella girlie to me <3

and i haven't really thought much abt ms. zabini but based on ur description of her yeah maybe she'd be a mozzarella girlie too!

#thank u guys for indulging my cheese opinions lmao #cheese is not a common ingredient where i live rn so the only cheese at my local mart #is pre-sliced american cheese....#i miss fresh mozzarella so much

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Chapter 9: Blaise Zabini and Isabella's moronic choice

Series Masterlist

Blaises’ mother walked him back to his room, reassuring him that he had done the right thing in telling her and that she would handle everything. Closing his door he heard her knocking on Isabellas’ and walking in. He took a seat on his bed and listened closely waiting for the sound of his mother leaving. An hour or so passed and he finally heard his mothers footstep retreating, he slunk out of his room and tapped his knuckles on her doorway.

She opened the door, took in his appearance, gilded around him and into his room. “What happened to talking to her together?” she questioned lying on her back on the floor of his sitting area.

“I’m sorry Reyes I really am. But what you can do, it's unheard of. If someone were to find out-” he hesitated.

“Don’t lie to me Blaise. The first thing we established was that lying to me was a bad idea. Don’t forget it.” she reminded him.

“...if someone were to find out about it, you could end up in the hospital, or a research lab. I don’t know how much my mother told you but, new forms of magic are really rare.” He laid down beside her, “What did she tell you?”

She didn’t look at him, “She told me that you told her everything. That what I could do was unusual. And that she was going to bring in some experts to talk to me and hopefully figure out what I’m doing. Depending on how serious it is we’ll go from there.” She paused, “I don’t appreciate you telling her my business. Don’t do it again.”

“I won’t.” he promised.

“You better not.”

They laid on the floor like that until Lila came to them telling them to go to the dining room for breakfast. The journey to breakfast was silent as was the meal, especially since his mother was noticeably absent. By the time they had finished their food his mother entered the room, “Isabella, come with me please.”

As Isabella rose from her seat she sent a single glance at Blaise, before turning to his mother asking, “Can Blaise come with?”

His mother looked between the two of them, “If you feel that’s best.”

Isabella grabbed his arm, pulling him up stating, “You're coming with me but just for emotional support. Just stand behind me and don’t talk.” Blaise nodded without a word. “I’m still mad at you.” She spun on her heel and they followed Blaises’ mother to a sitting room on the third floor. Blaise had actually never been in there as his mother used the room's long table for business meetings that she refused to let him into. Sitting at said table was a man in healer robes and a woman in aurors clothing.

His mother led him and Isabella to sit in front of the two, “Isabella, Blaise this is Trainer Wright and Healer Smith.” Trainer Wright was a woman with black straight hair and deep brown skin, while Healer Smith was a pale man with brown hair in two long braids. “They’re dear friends of mine who study magic globally, though they are both American.”

The healers shook both of the kids' hands and they all sat down with Blaises mother taking a seat at the head of the table rather than beside either pairing. “So Isabella we first want to establish a few things before we actually dive in. Is that alright baby?” Trainer Wright asked with a twang to her voice that reminded Blaise of the girl beside him.

“Yeah that’s fine.” Isabella answered.

“Alright then first is that you have patient-healer/trainer confidentiality with the both of us. Anything you tell us doesn't go beyond us. Second is that if we are going to be useful to you, you need to be honest with us. That means no lying, no half truths, no withholding information. None of that.” She raised her eyebrows at Isabella like she could see that Isabella was searching for ways to get around these rules. “Okay?”

Isabella stared at both adults for two minutes before conceding with a simple, “Okay.”

Healer Smith cleared his throat, “I assume you're comfortable with Ms. and Mr. Zabini staying in the room?” Isabella nodded quickly. “Alright and now we get to work. Elizabeth has told us a bit about your magic and we would like some more detail from you. Starting with the glowing…tell me about that.” he smiled softly.

“I just glow.” Isabella stated shortly.

“...people don’t just glow. I understand that you haven’t talked about this much, but this is- we think this is an important part of…everything, for lack of a better word. So please, tell us anything you know about the glowing.”

Isabella huffed, “When I was little it would happen all the time. Any emotion I glowed, my dad told me they never let me leave the house for more than an hour until I was like five, because I kept glowing.”

Trainer Wright paused her note taking, “What changed, why let you out at five?”

“I could control it then. By the time I was five I had realized that my glowing was weird. I asked them why I couldn’t go outside with them. Why I only went out to the park and the backyard when we were alone, why I couldn’t go around the other kids. They told me it was because I glowed. So I started…teaching myself to chill out whenever I felt like I was about to. I was a pro at it by the time I was old enough to go to kindergarten and I’ve just been like this ever since.”

“So it wasn’t a natural change, it was a choice you made. You actively stopped it.”

“Yeah, basically.”

“Basically?”

“Well sometimes I could tell I wasn’t going to be able to control it and I’d run away, hiding until I was able to calm down. Sometimes I would sit in my room and just let myself glow, watch the gold swirl around my room.”

Healer Smith squinted at her words, “What does it feel like when you glow? Does it hurt? Does it-”

“It's relaxing. It feels like all my tension is flowing out of me. Like swimming through cool water after burning in the sun. It’s smooth and refreshing. Sometimes when I had a tantrum my parents would just leave me in my room and I’d cry and light would shine, things would levitate, until I tired myself out. Which sounds bad but honestly it was more comforting than anything they could have done.” she explained wistfully.

Healer Smith and Trainer Wright shared a look, before Healer Smith continued, “ Okay for simplicity sake let's start calling your glowing abilities “Glow”, capital G. Does that work?”

“Mhm”

“So is the Glow just…light or is it something else? Elizabeth mentioned that you used to do magic with the Glow.”

“Glow is-” Isabella closed her eyes, “ magic. Glow is energy. Glow is something I can feel in my mind, in my stomach, in my veins. Glow is power. It makes everything so simple. Like at Hogwarts, all actual magic is so easy, honestly I have to pretend to struggle. The hard part is the theory and the essays. For me the magic just happens, so when everyone else has a whole thought process and reasoning and explanation for how a spell works, for me it just works. Even if I didn’t have my wand, or know the spell. It just happens because I want it.”

Blaise and the adults shared a look. “Reyes, that’s not how magic-”

“I know that’s not how magic works for y'all Blaise, but it's how it works for me.”

“Isabella what you're saying” -Healer Smith shook his head- “goes against the basic fundamentals of magic as far as modern magical theory goes. So you’ll have to forgive us for struggling to understand what you're saying. Which means that-” he held his hands up vaguely “ there’s no…standard, no basis for us to start with beyond your experience.”

“Which means,” Trainer Wright interjected, “that we start from the ground up. If our understanding doesn’t apply to you, we will change our understanding. We are professionals” she shot a look at Healer Smith “we can adapt. But again I have to say, if we are going to adapt we need all the information you can give us and more. My job as your trainer is, well, to train you. Hogwarts is a school to teach people how to apply their magic, how to use it. But if that comes naturally to you, I honestly don’t believe it's the best use of your time.”

Ms. Zabini held up her hand, “While I can definitely see why you say that, we can’t pull her out of school. It would draw too much suspicion, I think until we have a solid grasp on how to proceed we shouldn’t let anyone know. For Isabellas’ safety.” She eyed the other adults.

“So what do you suggest? We don’t want Isabella wasting her talent in a school that can’t accommodate her abilities.”

“Isabella, what's your relationship like with Professors McGonagall and Sprout?”

Isabella, not mentally prepared to be addressed shook her head before answering, “I’m closer to Professor Sprout since she's my head of house, but Professor McGonagall has always been nice to me.”

Blaises’ mother nodded thoughtfully, “I trust Minerva and Pomona.” She swiveled in her chair to look directly at Blaise and Isabella, “I must be honest with you, I do not trust the majority of the Professors to not tell Dumbledore about your abilities, Isabella. Dumbledore is an … opportunist. I do not trust him to not request your help or to test your abilities. The professors, like practically everyone in our world, respect Dumbledore and refuse to doubt him, if they were to learn about your abilities they would rush to him for help. Believe me when I say, Isabella, you do not want that man's help.”

She sat back to address the small group as a whole, “My suggestion is this. I will set up a meeting for Isabella, Pomona, Minerva and I. We will explain the situation and ask for their help setting up a system to allow for Isabella to slip out of Hogwarts to meet with the two of you “ she pointed at Wright and Smith “for training and tracking of her abilities and condition as she…experiments…with her Glow. All without notifying Dumbledore.”

“Experiments? What do you mean by experiments?” Isabella wondered.

“In your training with Wright, we think it's best that you experiment with your Glow. Study it. See what it can do. Push its limits to have a better understanding of what it is, how it will impact your life, health etc. It sounds like it can be a very valuable power but currently you don’t use it and don’t train in it.” His mother stopped, “If you want to, that is.”

All eyes turned to Isabella and Blaise could practically see the cogs turning in her head, “ It would be nice to learn about what I can do. But, I want it at my pace. The training shouldn’t be super structured or anything like that. Just an opinion space for me to try it out with supervision.”

“Absolutely. I am confident in saying I speak for everyone when I say, this is all your space. You are incharge, we are simply here to be the adults that make sure nothing is hurting you and that you're looked after. What would happen is that we would have a training session, then you would have a check up with Smith then we would discuss what progress or setbacks have occurred and what we should do going forward.” Wright affirmed.

Isabella nodded slowly, “Alright then, when do we start?”

Smith gathered up his papers, placing them in a briefcase he pulled out of nowhere, “ We were thinking the day after new years, so January 2nd you would meet with your professors and figure out the details of transportation, the 3rd you would have your first session, then we will leave you alone to enjoy your last few days before going back to school.” he finished as everyone began to walked towards the entrance of Zabini Manor.

“Works for me.” Isabella confirmed. Smith and Wright said their goodbyes with promising smiles to Isabella before walking into the fireplaces next to the grand entrance and flooing away.

Blaise watched as his mother embraced Isabella, imploring “Are you sure you're alright with all of this? It's very soon.”

“I’m sure.” Isabella pulled away with a soft smile, “I think a change is what I need. Hogwarts is nice but it can get rather boring sometimes.” She slowly backed away, grabbing Blaises hand pulling him along. “Thank you for setting up everything for me Ms. Zabini, I really appreciate everything you're doing for me.”

“Of course dear.”

Accepting that that was the end of the conversation, Blaise’s mother waved at them cueing Isabella to drag Blaise up the stairs and to his room. In his room they spent the rest of the day planning out potential training sessions only leaving their room for meals and even then the only words outside of “Thank you for the food Lila” were the two asking for Blaise’s mothers opinions on their ideas.

The days passed and New Year's Eve arrived with Elizabeth Zabini calling the pair down to the main entrance in the early evening. “I have been invited to the annual Malfoys New Years Ball.” she told them, sounding anything but eager to go. “Which, as Blaise already knows, has always had a strict child-free policy, meaning that I have to leave the two of you here.”

The gremlins shared mischievous smiles.

“With Lila.”

The smiles disappeared.

“Lila will be keeping an eye on both of you while I am away. The other house elves will be in their quarters but they also are aware that I won’t be here so should you need anything, they are here as well.”

“Ma, Lila can go celebrate with the other elves. Isabella and I will be fine by ourselves.”

“You really don’t need to worry about anything Ms. Zabini, I’ll keep an eye on Blaise.” Isabella added seriously, earning her a pinch from Blaise.

“You must forgive me but I’m not confident that you two can be left alone without destroying a portion of the house or putting each other in St. Mungo’s.” she confessed, fixing her perfect updo in the mirror. “Now I must leave you, any longer I will have crossed the line from Fashionably Late to Impolitely Tardy.” She kissed both of their foreheads and disappeared into the flames of the fireplace.

Lila popped up in her place, “Dinner will be ready in two hours. Please refrain from doing anything illegal until then.” and she popped away.

Isabella put her hands on her hips and shook her head, “Honestly it's like they don’t trust us. I mean we haven’t even done anything yet.”

“I think the fact that you said “yet” proves their point a bit.”

“Whatever Blaise.” -she rolled her eyes- “ Let’s go explore. You haven’t really shown me around this place.” She spun in a circle, her arms spread out gesturing at the Manor. They set off running down the Manors' many hallways, going through its several rooms. Some were empty with antique furniture, others had display cases with various objects that Blaise’s mother had never allowed him to touch (he had to bat away Isabella prodding fingers multiple times). Isabella’s favorite rooms were the rooms his mother had filled with her collections of instruments and artworks. “You know, I used to play piano. Do you play any instruments?” she questioned plucking at a harp mindlessly.

Blaise’s mother had him learn over 14 instruments. “ A few.”

Isabella hummed, “I always wanted to learn more but my dad never took me seriously. He wanted me to focus on school, I wanted to stay after school with the theater kids. I borrowed…I stole a book about playing piano from my choir teacher and used it to teach myself.”

“...I could teach you a new one..sometime.” He offered, suddenly feeling shy.

“I’d like that alot Blaise, thanks.”

“We should go back downstairs before Lila hunts us down.” he suggested hurriedly. Dinner was quiet as the two couldn’t speak freely under Lila’s watchful stare.

“You know it's really dumb to treat us like we’re idiots. Make me want to do something stupid just for the sake of it.” Isabella said, flopping down on Blaise’s bed after dinner.

“Like what Reyes?”

“Like… I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far yet.” she whined. “Something reckless.”

Blaise snorted at that, “Says the Hufflepuff. Says the favorite student of literally all the teachers. Even Snape likes you.”

“Hey! Don’t act like I haven’t gotten in trouble before.”

“Hmmm, fair enough. I think you’ve broken a record for the number of fist fights a first year has gotten into.” Blaise conceded.

The two sat, Blaise tried to remember just how many fights Isabella had gotten herself into and she tried to think of something dumb to do. Blaise’s counting was interrupted when she frantically sat up with a gasp, crawling over to where he sat across the floor. “We should test out the Glow.”

Blaise stared. “Reyes I know you want to do something stupid, but try and find something a bit less moronic.”

“Oh don’t be dramatic. It’ll be the same as when I was a kid. I used to just be able to sense it in the pit of my stomach then it would happen. Only light, maybe some swirls, nothing crazy.” she bargained.

“I can hear the yells of Ma and Lila now.”

“It’ll be fine.”

Universe, please don’t let this kill us.

“Alright.”

“Yes! Alright alright! Um okay! I used to be able to do it like that-” she snapped her fingers “but I’m a little rusty.” She sat in the middle of the floor, legs crossed and hands on her knees, like she was getting ready to meditate. “This is how I used to sit when I wanted to Glow.” she explained.

“Uh huh.” Blaise responded as he backed as far away from her as he could. When she raised an eyebrow at him he only said, ”Don’t mind me.”

She scoffed at him, took a deep breath, closing her eyes and going quiet. For a moment there was nothing, then Blaise saw it, gold sparks crackling around her hair and hands. At first they were small, subtle, but they grew and grew till they were like mini fireworks. She began to levitate, just a foot or so off the floor. The lights began to swirl, forming rings that surrounded her as if she were a planet and they were in her orbit. They fluctuated, going from closer to her before growing further away and back again. Tendrils sprang from her hands turning into spirals in the air. Soon the room was filled with the Glow, everything bathed in gold light and everything seemed to vibrate with energy.

It was the most beautiful and intimidating thing Blaise had ever seen.

Then there was a knock on the door, scaring Isabella out of her zone and Blaise out of his trance. The Glow disappeared instantly, Isabella fell to the floor and Lila, oblivious to it all, entered the room hugging them and wishing them a Happy New Year. They repeated the sentiment weakly, watching as she walked out the room , without a clue in the world as to what happened. Blaise sat down next to Isabella in a daze, barely noticing the way she grabbed his shoulders and shook him. He heard her rambling about how strong the Glow was and how she felt invincible, but it was like she was a thousand miles away.

“...Reyes, what the hell was that?” he breathed

“That, my friend, was the Glow.”

“You've been able to do that your whole life?”

“Yup.”

That three letter word sent him back into his haze. The only thought Blaise had that was coherent for the hours to come was:

…what the hell is up with this girl?

Author's notes: as always, thanks for reading

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