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online friends are like. i would trust you with my life. i have never seen your knees
#no good fucking television#lk.txt#pansys biggest hits#i changed this to gay sex but i felt bad so i changed it back. if u saw it in the 5 minutes it was like that hi ur a real one
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Be Mine - Happy Valentine's Day 💝
Pairing: Theodore Nott x Reader
[[AN: kinda modern AUish? Idk Theo makes a ur mom joke (i'm sorry I couldn't help myself) - enjoy! 😂💞]]
Read Mattheo's story here <3
Read Blaise's story here <3
Read Draco's story here <3
Read Enzo's story here <3
You flop on your bed, sighing heavily. Pansy, your roomate, used to your dramatic antics, doesn't even look up from the magazine she's flipping through.
"What's wrong," she asks plainly. The pages crinkle softly as she turns them.
"I swear everybody in this whole damn school has a Valentine for tomorrow except me." You groan. You grab a pillow and proceed to shove your face into it, letting out a frustrated groan.
"Oh come on I'm sure not everyone has a date for tomorrow."
"Says you," you grumble through the fabric of your pillow. "You and Draco are all in love or whatever, and-"
"We are not in love." She cuts you off. If your head was not buried in the pillow, you would've seen how her face flushed red at the suggestion.
"Whatever." You huff, "As I was saying, you and Draco, Daphne and Blaise, i think Enzo's going out with some Ravenclaw, and knowing Mattheo he's likely already picked out his one night stand." You sit up, hugging the pillow against your chest. "I guess I'm just destined to be alone this year. Maybe I'll buy myself roses. Is that as pathetic as it sounds?"
Pansy chuckles at your dramatic ranting. "Maybe just a smidge pathetic." She teases. She looks up from her magazine and meets your eyes. "You're forgetting someone."
You feel the heat rise in your cheeks. "Please don't," you grumble, "the thought of him with other girls makes me want to throw up." You squeeze the pillow tightly.
"As far as I'm aware he does not have a date." She shrugs innocently, looking back down at the magazine in her lap.
"As far as you are aware." You roll your eyes. "How would you even know?"
"Well Draco hasn't mentioned anything and you know how much he loves gossip."
You chuckled. Your blonde friend did have a reputation as the school's biggest gossip. If you wanted to know anything about anyone he would be the person to ask.
"Well you know Theo," you sighed. You knew Theo- perhaps almost better than you knew yourself- and that's what made this so hard. "He's a private guy."
"Maybe you should just ask him out? Ya know, grab the bull by its horns or whatever."
"And risk him rejecting me and ruining our friendship? I'd rather just be alone tomorrow." You groan and flop back on the bed.
"Just think about it." She replies.
•••
At the same moment, Mattheo, Theodore, and Draco are playing a game of pool in the common room. Mattheo leans over the table, holding the cue stick steady as he lines up his shot.
"So Theo..." Mattheo starts. He hits the cue ball, sending it rolling into another ball with a clink, which rolls into the pocket. "Plans for tomorrow?"
Theodore frowns. Mattheo knew he didn't have plans for tomorrow so why would he bring it up?
"Yeah with your mom" he mutters, leaning over to line up his own shot.
Draco cackles. Mattheo punches Draco in the arm.
"Why didn't you ask someone out? It's not like you have to marry them or anything. Just go out and have some fun." Mattheo shrugs, using his cue stick to lean on nonchalantly.
"There's no one I was interested in asking." Theo shrugged, leaning against a piece of nearby furniture.
Draco scoffs as he hits his shot. "Oh that's the biggest lie you've ever told."
Theo's jaw tightened and his ears turned red. "Shut up Malfoy."
"You two are insufferable." He complains, "just kiss already so the rest of us can move on with our lives."
"Why didn't you just ask [Y/N]?" Mattheo asks.
Draco answers the question for Theo. "Wah I don't want to ruin our friendship. Oh they don't see me like that. Blah blah blah," Draco mocks. Now Theodore punches him in the arm.
"No need to be so aggressive." He pouts, rubbing his shoulder.
The group falls silent as they continue their game but Theodore's mind is distracted by thoughts of you. He wanted so badly to ask you to be his Valentine but Draco was right. He didn't think you saw him that way and he didn't want to ruin the friendship you two had.
•••
You sat at breakfast the next morning, scowling into your coffee. You were in a proper foul mood with reminders of your own loneliness everywhere you turned. The only reason you had gotten out of bed was because Pansy had told you she had a suprise for you and that she would not give it to you umless you did. When you did get up, she presented you with a stuffed animal that read "Best Friends" across it's belly and a box of your favorite chocolates. You had to admit that it was a sweet and kind gesture. You hugged Pansy tightly and thanked her before you both got ready and headed down for breakfast.
Now that you were at breakfast you were regretting your decision. Flowers and heart-shaped boxes and teddy bears surrounded you. Couples holding hands, hugging, and kissing were everywhere you turned. You pretend to be very interested in your pancakes when Draco joined the table, kissing Pansy sweetly. You plaster a smile on your face when Blaise and Daphne walk up hand-in-hand. And when Theodore takes his seat next to you, you don't acknowledge him, which he thinks is odd. You always say good morning to him.
He nudges you lightly with his elbow. "You okay?" He asks, concern lacing his features.
"Just peachy." You grumble, taking a long sip of coffee.
"So what are you up to tonight?" Theo asks.
You sigh heavily. You really didn't want to be telling him this but you can't help the snarky remark that falls from your lips-- "Got a hot date with a bottle of wine."
Pansy snickers from her spot across the table. You shoot her a glare and stick out your tongue.
•••
The day drags by. You try your best to pay attention in class but the excitement of the day has everyone distracted. You find yourself just watching the minutes tick by on the clock.
Theodore studies you rather than his school material throughout the day. He reads the dissappointed expression in your face and it leaves a sad pang in his heart. He had a guilty feeling sitting like a rock in his stomach.
When class ends you practically run to your dorm room. You immedietly shed your school uniform and change into your comfiest clothes. You rummage through your wardrobe to pull out a hidden bottle of wine. You tore open the chocolates and made a bag of popcorn. And when that was ready you crawled under the covers and turned on Tangled, uncorking the bottle and taking a sip.
Theodore is in the courtyard leaning against a pillar and smoking a cigarette. He was mentally kicking himself. God he was pathetic, he thought. He watched a couple walk across the lawn, hand-in-hand. He sighed, putting out his cigarette and stalking off towards the dorms.
You felt a twinge of annoyance when the sound of a knock startled you out of your immersion in the film. You dragged yourself over to the door. You started to say "What do you want," in an angry tone but when you saw it was Theodore, your words died in your throat.
Theodore looked you up and down. You are wearing an oversided hoodie and are holding the stuffed animal Pansy gave you. Your cheeks and eyes were red.
"Are you crying?" He asks, taking a step forward.
You take a step back into your room. You wipe your tears on the sleeve of your sweatshirt. "Don't judge me, it's a heartfelt movie." You grumble.
Theo holds his hands up in defense, "I wasn't judging." He took a deep breath, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I came to apologize," he sighed. "I feel like I messed this up big time."
Your eyebrows draw together, giving him a confused stare. You had no idea what he was talking about.
He sighed again, looking into your eyes with a soft gaze. "I'm sorry. I should've asked you to be my Valentine."
Your eyes trace the features of his face as you take in his words. "Why didn't you?"
Theo ran a hand through his hair. "I- I got in my own head. Convinced myself you wouldn't want me to ask you."
You hug the stuffed animal tight to your chest, twisting your body back in forth slightly as your eyes fall to his shoes.
"Theo.." you say in a small voice. "You were the only person I wanted to ask me."
Theo takes a step forward and you don't take a step back this time. He gently brushes your arm with his fingertips. He angles his head to try to look in your eyes. "I'm sorry. Is there any chance you would give me a do over?"
"Valentine's day is almost over." You mumble, shrugging your shoulders in defeat.
"Well then we can pretend tomorrow is Valentine's day. Let me make it up to you. Please?" His blue eyes are soft and pleading.
"Yeah, okay." You sigh, a soft smile finding its way to your face.
Theo grins in response... before turning around and swiftly walking out of your room and closing the door behind him. Your jaw drops open in shock. 'What the fuck just happened?' Moments later you hear a knock.
"What the--?" Theo is now standing in front of your door, holding your favorite flower out to you.
"[Y/N] will you be my Valentine."
You break into a real smile now, grinning from ear to ear as you except the flower with a soft chuckle. "Of course." You step back gesturing to the room behind you. "Care to join me for a not-Valentine's-day movie night?"
Theo returns your grin and nods.
•••
After that it becomes a special tradition: for as many years as you and Theo date, he never takes you out on the 14th-- always the 15th. 💞
#slytherin boys#theodore nott#theodore nott x reader#theo nott x reader#lorenzo berkshire#blaise zabini#draco malfoy#harry potter universe#matteo riddle#Spotify
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Only Ours - Drabble #1
Draco tried not to seem interested when she was mentioned by Zabini. He also tried to bury his growing anger and jealousy as Zabini questioned who she was and why he'd never noticed her before.
"Lookie! Zabini has a little crush on the half-blood!" Goyle mocked.
"Stuff it Goyle. At least I'm able to have crushes, meanwhile, you crush everything you either sit on or put in your mouth."
"Half-bloods are just as bad as mud-bloods in my book!" Pansy insisted.
"Honestly, would you want to date dirty blood? Snog one?"
Draco had the briefest of flashes in his mind. Of how sweet her lips tasted at the winter ball two years ago. How close they were on the stairs hidden from the usually flooded halls of Hogwarts. His heart leaped and it took everything in him not to think too much of it.
Instead, he decided to think about more important things. Like the task, the dark lord had given him. His heart gave a painful lurch at this.
As the next few days go by Draco found himself distracted. Zabini had started sneaking glances across to the Ravenclaw table. She'd glance back and they'd both smile before looking away once again. Then she'd look at him and that once bright smile faded to a tight-lipped frown. A flurry of emotions and words lay between them. None said nor ever will be he hoped.
It bubbled over when he caught them talking in the dungeons, alone in a corridor. He was standing close, too close for Draco's liking.
"What's this? Have you become a blood trader now Zabini?'
Zabini jumped slightly and turned to see Draco's piercing gaze run over them.
"What I'm doing happens to be none of your business Malfoy." He glared darkly. He stood in front of Iridesa like a shield. This only made the monster in his chest roar in anger.
"That's enough." Her hand stretched to Zabini's shoulder which he shrugged off. Her eyebrows knotted together in a mix of hurt and shame. She holds her hand closer to her chest.
"Potions will start soon." She muttered looking to the floor. She pushed between the two glowering boys and took to the classroom.
"Careful Zabini. You know what you know who does to blood traders."
Quite honestly Draco was the biggest hypocrite by saying this. He had touched her, kissed her. He had allowed her to touch him, the thought making his ears pink.
They head to Potions class. Today the classroom had a strong smell of lilacs and wood. It hit Draco so strong he paused coming in. The smell wrapped him in a warm reassuring hug, like everything will be alright. It brought on memories of hushed voices and sneaky glances.
"Can anyone tell me what this potion is?"
Hermione Granger's hand was up before he finished the question. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Amortentia, it's the strongest love potion ever made." She explained.
Professor Slughorn laughed, "Yes! yes, my dear! 10 points to Gryfindor."
"This potion can make one obsessed if taken in large quantities. The smell is different for everyone, as it's based on what attracts you."
That's when it hit him. That's where he smelled this scent before. Iridesa. His eyes shot to her and were surprised to already see it on himself. They were intense as if trying to convey everything she felt for him through them. An aching longing, a sad tragic impossibility.
I want you, her eyes said.
It's dangerous, he wanted to say back but he knew he should've been disgusted at the thought. Yet his heart flipped all the same. His lips parted and so did hers. Her lips. Heat spread through his body. He shook his head.
He ignored her for the rest of the class. As they rushed out the door being shoved along he pretended his hand didn't brush hers. Pretended she didn't reach out and grab it.
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So, here's the thing - no matter how differently written Stolas could possibly be, I just don't think he and Blitz have much ground to stand on as a long-term relationship. They have nothing in common except sex and a questionable devotion to their daughters. I can't see them taking the time to become invested in each other's interests (especially not Blitz).
I'm personally not particularly invested in Millie and Moxxie's relationship either, especially after more recent episodes (Unhappy Campers being the biggest offender). Recently there was a poster released on TwitteX to promote a Helluva Boss VA panel, and front and centre is Millie and Blitz essentially bullying Moxxie (they're at a swimming pool and Blitz is sitting on Millie's shoulders trying to pull Moxxie's trunks down) and Millie looks... disturbingly happy about the possibility of publically embarrassing her husband. I'm probably reading too much into it, and the residual saltiness of Moxxie being HB's punching bag is colouring my view, but something about them feels rotten at the core despite being really bland on the surface.
Moxxie and Stolas together, however, I think have a little more going for them. Only if some drastic changes are made, though.
Here's the idea - in this world Millie and Moxxie aren't married; Blitz still makes the full moon deal, but the requirements aren't sexual.
Stolas is lonely and miserable. He thinks of Blitz as his only friend and wants to resume the relationship they had as children (not quite understanding the circumstances surrounding that single occurrence) - Blitz doesn't give a shit about Stolas' rich boy feelings and only wants the grimoire. He agrees both to IMP being Stolas' main hit squad (of which he won't have to compensate) and also to a plea for companionship. However, at the last minute, Blitz sends Moxxie in his place instead of visiting Stolas himself like he said he would.
Blitz and Moxxie barely have a functioning relationship in the show as it is, and I've decided to lean into that. Blitz considers Moxxie to be a bit of a wet towel and sends him to deal with the big blubbering bird man instead. Moxxie puts up with his behavior because it's marginally better than being under Crimson's thumb; at least this way he's getting paid.
"He's kind of a pansy like you, Mox. I'm sure you two will get on like a house on fire - now fuck off and don't screw this up for me."
Stolas is, of course, massively disappointed, and Moxxie can tell. They figure that they'll make an evening of it since Moxxie is already there (and that later Stolas will reiterate the fact that he requested Blitz's company specifically) but they end up finding out they have more in common than they initially expected - they both have a huge appreciation for music and theatre, they tend to err on the side of dramatically intellectual, and they both have parents who despised their natural soft natures and wanted them to grow up far too quickly.
Moxxie takes Stolas (in disguise of course) to see a musical he's very fond of and is delighted when Stolas genuinely enjoys it - Stolas invites Moxxie to an opera and Moxxie is starry-eyed since he's never experienced something this far above his tax bracket before.
The other thing that kind of bothers me about their current relationships is this emphasis on aggressive lust (Stolas and Blitz's questionable BDSM practices; Millie and Moxxie carelessly doing it on stage in front of a news crew) that makes it slightly hard to believe that these couples do anything with each other outside of having wild sex. I feel like Moxxie and Stolas would be able to formulate a softer love that would challenge their experiences on how one experiences healthy affection.
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hi! i've written you another request just now. soo how about another one where the gryff reader and draco are enemies -i just love angst i cent help it- everyone is at a party slytherin is hosting and some guys decide to bully y/n and call her a mudblood and maybe jinx her or curse her but she doesnt have her wand and draco comes to help her and maybe takes her to his room and FLUFF
Jinx Me, Why Don't You? | Draco Malfoy x Reader
word count: 1,693 words
warnings: some foul play, cursing, some scenes that might make certain people uncomfortable, fluff!
December 16th, 1996. The Slytherin Common Room. 1:46 am.
The loud chattering of your friends surrounding you was almost unrecognizable, rolling your eyes at their drunken giggles and jabbering. There were currently a group of Hufflepuff girls near you throwing up into a hopefully empty satchel, their slurred giggles making you laugh quietly to yourself taking a sip of your soda. You decided against drinking considering you had to get up early the next morning for an early studying session.
One of your close friends, Blaise Zabini had invited you to his 'All Houses Party' that Slytherin had wanted to host as an end of the year celebration. When you arrived, your friend was chugging the biggest bottle of Firewhisky you had ever seen, practically having to hoist him up as he drunkenly showed you all around the Common Room before rushing upstairs to the bathroom. You weren't sure if it was because he really had to use the restroom, or maybe it was because his face was growing a sickly shade of green.
You shook your head, lifting your cup to your lips not to long before someone smacked it out of your hands harshly, the cold drink going all over your shirt and over the floor leaving your skin tingling from the cold. Locking eyes with a pair of Slytherins who were currently smirking down at you, one of the boys, known as Goyle was taking slow steps towards you.
"Well don't you look out of place, little Gryffindor."
"I don't think so. Last I checked, they didn't allow roaches on campus, so if anything you're out of place.” You replied rather snappy, trying to wipe off some of the soda off of your shirt with some nearby napkins. You were beyond annoyed, you had worn one of your favorite shirts considering the baby blue fabric complimented you nicely. That bitch, I just got another refill. Goyle grabbed a hold of your hands, tugging you closer a mischievous look in his eye. "Let. Go. Of Me. Or so help me-"
"Watch who you're talking to, you filthy mudblood,"
"I know exactly who I'm talking to, Goyle." The grip on your arm tightened, feeling your breathing growing heavy as you finally took notice of how far off to the side you had wandered off, taking in all the guys currently surrounding you. Vincent Crabbe, Cassius Warrington, and Graham Montague were also eyeing you struggle in Goyle's grip.
"Seems like we need to teach her a little lesson, don't you reckon?" Cassius hummed, his fingers reaching into his robes pulling out his wand a smirk resting on his face. The other boys followed pursuit, watching as Goyle shoved me into an empty nearby dorm room locking the door behind them. You scrambled backwards patting yourself down in search for your wand, cursing at yourself as you came up empty handed. The tight feeling on your chest never ceased, your chest heaving up and down as you kept your eyes on all four guys. You prayed to god they all had the smallest amount of dignity left to where they would't take advantage of you.
"You guys are a nothing but a bunch of pansies-"
"What did you call me?" Graham hissed, his cheeks turning a slight red lifting his wand up to hit the underside of your chin forcing you to look up even further. His sneer was evident, practically snarling at you as you stared him down.
"I called you a little bitch, Warrington-" You barely managed to choke out his last name as a jinx hit your chest, crumbling to the floor as your screams were muffled by Cassius' quick thinking. The sharp pain coursing through your body was nothing like what you had ever experienced, whatever the hell it was, was a close second to feeling like the cruciatus curse. The second you thought the pain had faded, Cassius and Crabbe both hoisted you onto your feet practically having to hold you up as your knees kept buckling underneath you.
"Did you really think we wouldn't do anything?"
"I never thought you even had the balls to hold a wand, Goyle," You smirked through the pain, noting his face growing red as he threw another jinx at you making you grit your teeth in pain as you felt an unbearable heat wash over your already burning frame. The heat felt unreal, burning every little inch from your fingers down to your toes, letting out a small hiss at the small flame on the tip of his wand making his way closer to you.
"Goyle... what in the world do you think you are doing?" The sound of a familiar voice brought instant relief to you, but it didn't last long considering the two frantic boys dropped your body onto the hard ground making room for the blonde. A loud whine left your lips, resting your sweating forehead on the cold ground, every muscle in your body aching even with the smallest of movements. This is for sure going to bruise tomorrow...
"I was just teaching the mudblood a lesson-"
"Don't you dare call her that," All four guys stopped their snickering, a look of fear evident on Goyle's face as Draco got in his face his eyes narrowed. Goyle nodded stiffly, his eyes flickering down at you stuffing his wand into his robes motioning for the rest of the guys to follow him, hastily making way from your crumbled body. You choked out a cough, attempting to use your shaking limbs to lift yourself off of the ground.
"Love... let me,"
The touch of his cold hands on your burning skin felt refreshing, wanting nothing more than to let him just scoop you up into his arms. Malfoy wrapped his toned arms around your waist, letting you wrap your arms arounds his neck feeling your legs trembling underneath you.
Draco and you had an interesting friendship to say the least.
No one really knew that you guys had even known each other, let alone been friends all this time.
You guys had started talking after a small incident in your 1st year, where you had accidentally fallen during training and he happened to be the one to help cushion your fall. Ever since then, you guys had an acquaintance-ship, as Draco liked to call it.
Spending late nights talking over stupid little things.
Teasing one another over childish crushes, and practicing new spells to improve on together.
He always helped out during Potions, while you helped him in Charms and History. He didn't mind it. He enjoyed your annoying comments at every jab he had made towards anybody. He always rolled his eyes and pretended he hated it.
But, he knew deep down he loved every second of it.
Your hands automatically went to grip onto Dracos shoulder as he helped you into his dorm room, trying to set you down on his bed without hurting you. A loud hiss left your lips as he helped you into the cooling material of his bed, happily letting yourself fall back closing your eyes tightly. "Thank you. You have no idea how grateful I am for you."
"You have no reason to thank me. If I was just paying closer attention to you, this wouldn't have happened." Draco angrily spat, knocking over one of his dorm mates cloaks off of their dresser in a haste. "Merlin... I never thought they would ever stoop that low."
The silence between the two of you was scary. For the years you had known Draco, you had never seen him as angry as he was at this very moment. His jaw was clenched, his hands gripping onto the frame of his bed tightly his knuckles a stark white. The sound of Draco seething by your feet was all that could be heard throughout the room, that and the sound of your small whimpers as you tried shifting into a more comfortable position. Failing miserably.
"Here, let me." He mumbled, making his way over to you pulling his wand out of his robe muttering a small charm over your body. And as quickly as he had uttered those words, it was as if someone had thrown warm water over you. Every ache in your body disappeared, along with an injury you had sustained earlier in the week from falling down the stairs. A small gasp left your lips at the strange sensation, your eyes fluttering close at the immediate sensation of bliss that engulfed you. "How do you feel?"
"Blissful... where in the world did you learn that?"
"My mother. I'm taking that it helped?"
"Yes. God yes. You're a saint, Draco." You hummed softly, peering up at the blonde whose bottom lip was currently being gnawed on. You reached over and grabbed ahold of his hand, squeezing it softly as a way of saying thank you. Draco cracked a small smile, letting out a sigh as he eyed your relaxed features. "Come- sit down.. Don't worry your pretty little head about this,"
You gestured to the open spot beside you, scooting over to make more room for him. Draco gladly sat alongside you wrapping his arm around your shoulders pulling you close, to which you happily hummed. Sneaking your arm around his torso, holding him by his waist pulling him closer to you reminiscing on how warm he always felt against your cold frame. Inhaling his soft scent of freshly picked mint and the cologne you had gotten him for his birthday which he never failed to wear every single day, feeling your body relax in his hold.
"Mmm... we haven't done this in so long. I’m sorry that this had to be the reason it brought us together."
"Don't. You know none of this is your fault." Draco scolded, using his free hand to find its way into your hair running his fingers through it softly. "Nothing you could do, could ever ruin my night, or my anything for that matter… besides, I missed you.”
"I missed you too, darling," You tightened your hold on his torso, nuzzling closer into him. "Did you want to spend the night tonight?" He hummed, trailing his fingers alongside your arms chuckling softly as he spotted goosebumps follow behind the trail he made.
“You truly are something Malfoy.”
"So is that a yes or...?"
authors note: thank you so much for requesting this lovely, sorry it took me so long to get back to you! i only just now started picking this back up again, i was a little bit preoccupied with my job but i should be back for good now! i got a little carried away with this but i do hope its to your standards. thank you and enjoy!
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Hit Me With Your Best Shot (Pansmione)
wc: 884 | ao3 | femslash february: day 14, Hit Me With Your Best Shot | hp shipuary: day 14, free day | fluffbruary: day 14, Idea | hp saffics femslash bingo: N2, lightning gen character | fluffy february: day 14, free day
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“I see you’re taking advantage of the time off,” Pansy taunted, sitting across from Hermione in the hotel ballroom. All of the semi-finalist quiz bowl teams were sent there to socialize the night before their tournament. While most of the students were chatting with competitors and enjoying the break, Hermione sat in the corner with a deck of flash cards. “As if they’re going to ask the questions you’ve written down anyway.”
“They’re not question and answer cards,” Hermione said. She held one up. “Many of them are formulas.”
“They provide us with formulas.”
“While you’re skimming the formula sheet for the one you need, I’ll have recalled it immediately.” Hermione relished in the unease she’d put on Pansy’s face—but it didn’t last long.
“Alright, well while you’re still recovering from burnout, my mind will be quick and relaxed from giving myself a break when necessary. After all, I plan on having fun rather than playing wallflower all night.”
Hermione frowned. She had a point.
“Who says I’m not going to have fun?” Hermione fired indignantly. “I was just looking over my cards briefly.”
“Sure.” Pansy smirked at Hermione and stood up. “Care to prove it?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I have a fake ID, so I figured we could get bottles at the ABC store down the road if we’re careful.” Hermione actively had to keep herself from a pearl-clutching gesture.
“I think I’ll pass,” she said. “I’m not that eager to prove myself to you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Hermione rose to her feet, meeting Pansy’s eye line. “We’re 18—we’re still in high school. This is the night before the tournament—which we have to be up at 6:00 AM for, by the way. I’m not risking my acceptance at Hogwarts University to drink with my biggest rival.”
“How sweet,” Pansy said, raising an eyebrow. “Your biggest rival is little old me?”
“Is it too late to suggest you shouldn’t let it go to your head?” With a chuckle, Hermione pocketed her index cards and moved past Pansy to where her teammates from Gryffindor Prep were playing a game of Slapjack.
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Once they were all sent to their hotel rooms, Hermione went back to flash cards. Her roommate, Lavender, had decided to hang out in another room—which left her with the perfect studying conditions. Until she heard a knock at the door.
After looking through the peephole, she rolled her eyes and opened the door.
“These are non-alcoholic, I promise,” said Pansy, holding a six-pack of Fanta Orange. “They aren’t caffeinated, either.”
Hermione held open the door for Pansy to enter, but still wasn’t sure why she had.
“I have some popcorn,” Hermione offered, holding up a bag. At Pansy’s nod, she threw it in the microwave.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why I came,” Pansy said, kicking off her shoes and hopping onto Hermione’s bed.
“Among other things.”
“You’re the only really driven person here.”
Hermione scoffed. “At a quiz bowl tournament? Hardly.”
“Okay, well, you’re at least the most driven person here.”
“I’ll bite—what are you on about?”
“How do you make yourself care about it?” Hermione saw a similar look on Pansy’s face that she had seen earlier, when Hermione had chided the ABC store idea.
“I don’t make myself care,” Hermione said honestly. “I just do. I’ve always loved any excuse to use what I learn in the classroom outside of it. I also love the competition of it all.”
“The competition isn’t something I struggle with,” Pansy said. “I am very competitive. It’s just difficult to care about the academic part.”
“Why do you do quiz bowl?” Hermione took the popcorn out of the microwave and sat down next to Pansy on the bed. “Let alone captain a team?”
“My mother got me the position,” she said with a cringe. “She was Slytherin Academy’s quiz bowl captain back in the day.”
“This is our last tournament of high school, right? Try to lean into the part you enjoy—the competition.”
Hermione had never enjoyed when people invaded her personal bubble. She was never a hugger, or a cuddler. She very much did not like breathing the same air so close to people.
With Pansy, in this moment, it felt different. She felt different. Her eyes flickered to Pansy’s lips in the tiniest fraction of a second, but neither girl moved.
“I should get to bed,” Hermione said finally, handing Pansy the bag of popcorn they hadn’t even opened yet. “Go ahead and take the popcorn.”
“Right—thanks.” Pansy practically leaped from the bed and slipped on her shoes again. “Good luck tomorrow.”
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“Captains, shake hands,” said the announcer the next morning. Hermione’s nerves were already off the charts before a match, and being eye to eye with her rival captain didn’t help. Especially after the way they’d looked at each other the night before.
She and Pansy met in the middle of the stage and shook hands. Through her smile, Pansy whispered, “Losing with grace strengthens character, Granger. Remember that.”
Hermione was sure her ears reddened more than was healthy as she took back her position behind her buzzer. That’ll be leaning into the competition, alright, she thought.
When she caught Pansy’s eye, she mouthed, ‘Hit me with your best shot.’
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multi part series 1 defense
fem reader♡♧♤♡
warning swearing insults told by YN
A tall blonde boy kneels on the floor next to 4 tall griffindore they hit and scream at the boy he looks defensless you being the dumb but bold person you are decide to attempt to help the boy probably not the smartest idea of how to spend your first day at hogwarts but ok I guess.YN a third year girl who looks so sweet and caring and innocent yells at the too of her lungs "Oi you four faced dickheads leave the poor boy alone" they necks practically snap.around to look at you eyes looking her up and down she gives a bitch try me look to them. Of course they do the simple meat head things and try your patience so they all "and who are you" you being a baddie go "I'm YN Sharova who are you? I'm from the biggest pureblood family in Russia and Spain who are you to hit that kid" points at Draco "oh shit" a boy said they fled soon after that intimidated by your family line she goes to the blonde boy hand out "hi I'm YN Sharova from the Russia Spain line! Who are you?" Her eyes wide and bright with glee he brushes of his expensive hogwarts robes and pushes your hand away "Draco Malfoy pureblood rich deatheater resident cool guy that could have handled that himself" he huffs her eyes turn shocked and laughs mockingly almost as she "OK well Draco I don't think you could seeing how they were talking to but if you think for a second that your blood status and money will change a how I see you think again" she steps away and walks to the hall greeted by staring peers she is met by the sorting hat the brow rugged fabric that will decide the future for her "Cocky funny determination kind sweet ambition intelligent and insecure" as it sits on her head hundreds of eyes stare at her it decides after 3 mins with a yell of "Slytherin!!!" Her jaw drops in shock the evil jouse of all things obviously you had to get that really?! From Griffindore table you hear multiple groans at this you walk faster thinking it was you being boring and slow not wanting to make any more enemies but in reality it was them disliking that you wouldn't realistically be joining them at Griffindore table anytime soon.As you took a seat at the end you were met with a girl her straight hair in a fringe style she looks at you eagerly asking half relaxed half exited to you "Please introduce yourself a bot about you if you would be happy to oblige we would be very grateful" the confidence comes back to you as you proudly say "I am YN Sharova of Russia Spain line I am transferred from Durmstrang after leaving due to personal reasons at the end of last year" The boys look up from their plates when they hear this, Draco from earlier says hello again the boys all look at eachother to Draco questioningly bit he says nothing o the subject as he winks at you eagerly. The girl carries on about herself " hi I'm Pansy Parkinson these boys are Theodore nott,Tom Riddle,Matheo Riddle,Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini I hope you will get to know us soon would you like a tour of the school?" She shakes her head and sees how the boys each have a hand or some part of there body on Pansy. This seemed like friendship or a relationship but either way it seemed to be a productive first day for you.
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My last season called 'you'
▪︎Summary: You saw him for the first time the first day of spring. He had started to feel like home to you and then, all of a sudden, he was gone. No one could contact him. A promise to a Cherry Blossom tree and now it feels like seasons have stopped since Yuta left your side.
▪︎Pairing: Yuta Nakamoto x reader
▪︎Genres: angst, fluff but it's angsty
▪︎Word count: 2.1k
▪︎Warnings: barely suggestive (I swear nothing explicit.) Please let me know if there's more!
Playlist: Magic Carpet Ride (NCT 127), White Ferrari (Frank Ocean), Movie (Tom Misch), Pansy (Taemin), The Language of Flowers (ZICO)
Hi I'm posting again 👀 This idea has been on my drafts since the very beginning of March so it's good to finally have it out. BIGGEST!!! thanks to fei @doiefy for helping me with this one 💗🌸
1. Mourning bride: Unfortunate attachment - I have lost all
The day spring returns, the morning still feels too cold for your liking. The Sun doesn't shine enough to melt the thin layer of ice covering the streets, the biker outside the coffee shop and the door handle.
It's been two hundred and seventy-four days since you last saw him. Yet your eyes still hope to find him again, right across the street opening the little flower shop in front of your workplace. It's all dark inside, except for the subtle cabinet lights keeping the plants and different flowers warm. No one comes to open early in the morning anymore, since Yuta left.
Everything in this life is part of a great predetermined cycle and makes perfect sense. Flowers are temporary organisms—that is, they develop periodically. After fertilization, some parts of the flower become a fruit, enveloping the seed; others die and fall instead, going back to where they came from. He told you once, that everything was meant to be and end. But you never imagined it would end that soon. So this is a story that only lasts one spring.
A year ago, you saw him for the first time opening his shop as the daylight was barely illuminating the old city buildings. Absolutely no one buys flowers so early in the morning, but you were grateful for the boy across the street silently keeping you company. While you arranged the tables outside and waited for the first regular customers to pick up their coffee orders, he accommodated and watered the plants outside his own shop, before the sun rays would start to hit too strong.
You dream of suddenly lifting your head and catching a glimpse of his healing smile once again, the same one you caught daily every time you accidentally exchanged looks across the frosted street. But he's not there. You asked everyone who worked in the flower shop if they knew anything about him after he left, starting to worry when a week without seeing him passed. They only said he had to gone back to his hometown, that they didn't know where he lived. And no, he didn't have a phone and they didn't know a house phone number either.
2. Pansy (Heart's ease): You occupy my thoughts
Your sketchbook remains the same since he left. The first study that you did together was the flowers of the bouquet you bought for your mother one afternoon after closing the café. You were going to visit your mother and honor her with her favorite flowers, but the truth is, you had been working up the courage for weeks to finally go up and talk to the flower boy.
Yellow tulips were in their glorious springtime display. Hopeless love, he made you write under the sketch he made for you. Yuta told you about the meaning behind your mother's favorites that he learned from a really old book his father gave him. He knew a lot and he loved his job.
The task was not easy, as you need to be extra careful with plants, but he carried it out calmly, choosing each flower carefully and putting them together in a beautiful bouquet. It made sure the selection was unique to each person. His eyes would light up every time he admired his finished work and handed out the flowers to the customers, a warm feeling flooding his chest. You were sure it was his smile that made every plant in the shop bloom.
"Victorians believed yellow tulips literally meant 'there’s sunshine in your smile'," you heard him from behind the big bouquet he was still arranging for your beloved mother. Only his brown hair and his big shiny eyes picked out as he skillfully worked on it. "So there's a brighter meaning behind yellow tulips nowadays."
Seeing the final product in your hands, you knew your mother would've loved Yuta. She grew a big garden in the backyard of your house since you were little, which now you take charge of. It isn't as pretty as you remembered it when she was still with you, but you still put the biggest effort in it as a way to keep her close to you.
She knew tons about plants and their meanings and ways to take care of them. She was as bright as tulips and delicate as a rose. She had the biggest heart and smile, even when she was about to give up forever.
Yuta reminded you of her a lot. The boy radiated an indescribable warmth. He had a potential of significance that was expressed in every word, every kind smile, every subtle touch. Coffee even took on a new meaning when Yuta started waiting for you every night at the café counter, hot cup in hand until you finished your shift and closed the shop together. When you were so tired it showed in your demeanor, he was there, silently cheering on you. His sun-beamed eyes and smile would say it all.
He left numerous empty tea bags with little works of art on them. Yuta painted on any surface that allowed for it and you scolded him for wasting the tea herbs in such a way. Now you can only look at the small framed bags on the wall of the café and miss his chaotic presence. His memory lives on every time someone admires the work and asks who came up with the idea of painting flowers on tea bags. An old dear friend of mine.
"What do you think?"
"I think the Victorians were right," you looked at the tulips in your hands and then at him. "There's sunshine in your smile."
3. Blue Periwinkle: Pleasures of memory
Yuta and you were quick to fill your sketchbook with studies, as the days passed and you only grew closer to each other. Your mother's garden was blooming and shining all over again when he started helping taking care of it on the weekends. Hearty meals and deep naps under the pear tree during spring days would never be the same without Yuta accompanying you.
Comfort, he told you to write under the pear tree drawing on your sketchbook. You were jealous of the warm breeze that unabashedly ruffled his hair. Jealous of the light that filtered through the leaves of the tree and caressed his honeyed skin. You couldn't wait to just touch his lips with yours; become one with him and experience the true calm and comfort you have been longing for so long.
Soon, his expression made you understand. A smile reassuring you the time would come.
"Wait for me," he asked in a whisper. His hand fixed a strand of hair behind your ear and his gentle touch moved to your cheek.
You feared the moment would dissipate if you opened your eyes and looked at him. So you only reached for his hand and took it into yours, giving a heartening grip and a kiss to the back of his palm.
"I will always wait for you."
You waited for him until the end of this first day of spring, too. The last page of your book displays a sketch that you wish you never got to do. Fifteen red roses. You didn't think much about it the night Yuta came knocking on your door with the flowers in hand, since you were tasting his lips for the first time. You can still feel the spark of electricity that he left with each kiss and touch on your skin.
The bed feels too cold even after a year without Yuta. You think you should have gotten used to it at this point. But that last night you swore a promise to the Cherry Blossom that was peeking through your window. As yours and his body were becoming one and your soul was intertwined with his, you promised you didn't want to feel spring ever again if it wasn't with Yuta. The Moon was shining bright and you begged for her to let you love him eternally.
"Cherry Blossoms have a very short lifespan. After their beauty peaks around two weeks, the blossoms start to fall," Yuta carefully explained to you as you copied the image of the tree in your backyard. The flowers were, indeed, starting to fall.
"I wish they lived all year," you sighed, finishing the sketch and writing down its meaning.
You felt his arms wrap you from behind; his naked skin hot in contrast with yours, which remained cool from drawing by the open window. You never wanted the day to come.
"I wish this night could last forever."
His comment aroused a strange and restrictive feeling in your chest. A kind of pain that remains with you until this day and won't let you smell the fragrance of flowers like you used to do so freely. You looked at him through glazed eyes and found nothing but calm and a tender sense of love. And you kissed him as if you knew you were never going to hold him in your arms again.
Now you think, maybe it was meant for you to never see him again. Nonetheless, you still waited for him to reappear, like he did that first day of spring a year ago.
Fifteen red roses.
He once told you people often used roses to communicate things; if you knew the meaning behind the number of flowers, you could decipher the message. You only realized it a few weeks after you saw him for the last time, after he left without explanation besides what his coworkers told you. Leaving you with nothing but his memories in each drawing, in your mother's plants which he took such good care of for ninety-one days, in his cologne that remained on your sheets until you were forced to wash them, and in his blatant apology.
I am so sorry, I beg for your forgiveness.
It was worse than breaking up through a letter.
4. Forget-me-not: This connection can’t be broken or shaken by anything
It's the last day of spring once again and you are closing the coffee shop late into the evening. The shifts are getting busier as the days get longer and warmer. But it's good since you get a little more income and finally get to enjoy the summer breeze and the scent of wet soil, since it must be raining somewhere near your little old city.
You quickly get ready before the rain comes so you can be safe at home, but as you messily get on your bike you feel something fall off your bag, realizing you've left it open and your old sketchbook is now in the street, some of its pages scattered all over the place.
You don't know why you have kept it with you for so long since you never drew on it anymore and Yuta doesn’t seem to be ever coming back either. But still you decide to pick it up from the ground the moment you feel the smallest drop of rain touch your skin, fearing that it might damage it further and ruin some of your most precious memories of him you can still have with you.
One last page remains on the ground, the wettest from the raindrops, and you rush to pick it up when you notice that it's one you have never seen before. By looking at it closely, you confirm that it is not a drawing that you made, but that Yuta did. Delicate flowers that you remember he planted a long time ago in your garden, appearing in frothy blue clouds that resemble the sight of the sky. You ask yourself why you never took note of this flower, let alone why you never did with Yuta the very moment he planted it there.
But it seems like he did without you knowing. Tears of frustration roll down your cheeks and water the page in your hands. You haven’t thought of him all day until this moment. And you believed you were finally getting over it.
Forget-me-nots symbolize true love and respect. When you give someone these tiny blooms, it represents a promise that you will always remember them and will keep them in your thoughts.
His letter reads at the bottom of the page:
Promise me you will never forget me.
So this is a story that only lasts one spring, and you miss him every other season, especially the ones when the Cherry Blossom outside the window of your cold room won't bloom. He made sure to leave his memory printed in every corner of your life and many promises in the air. And you still wait for him every other spring, for the slightest manifestation that he can be back with you one day.
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Part 1
Mattheo was in an arranged marriage with Pansy but Pansy love Draco and Mattheo loved yn. So yn tries to get voldomort to change his mind about the marriage, but voldomort was sick and tired of yn so he kills her. Well that's what he thinks.
Part 2
So when the battle came he told everyone that yn was dead. Then draco tried to get voldomort to also change his mind. Voldomort tried to kill draco then to when out of nowhere an arctic werewolf with blue highlights( as big as the werewolves from twilight) jumps in front of him and toke the hit. As the wolf got hit they transformed into yn. Which had everyone confused "but how" said voldomort. "This is what happens when you mess with a mikaelson and the mate of the original angel.(from the originals yn is the youngest mikaelson sibling and hope's aunt. She also knows the salvatores. She is also the original angel.) Causing wveryone to gasp.
Part 3
With that Neville kills the snake ( I forgot her name) and with that yn tries to kill voldomort but she was not strong enough so she asks for strength. With that a strong blinding light surrounds you and Klaus and elijah mikaelson along with Stefan salvatore, hayley marshall, Newt, Teresa, Peter pan and everyone else that you lost through the years appeared. Every single one of them gave you almost enough to power kill him. Then you heard a howl you turned your head and saw winter your other half, your wolf half and she was the last bit of power that you needed to kill voldomort.
Part 4
No voldomort is dead you saw that your friends and family that helped you were still there so you ran straight to stefan sense he was your best friend and hugged them and realized you can feel them. Then winter who is in your subconscious told you that sense you stood up to voldomort your wish for your friends and family to come back to life came true. An with that you looked over to mattheo and your friends a tear went down your cheek ad you sprint to mattheo and give him the biggest kiss. After that you hugged everyone else. (Fred, tonks,, and the rest of them are still alive) The ministry came and toke Everyone but snape and narccisa was sent to Azkaban.
Part 5
2 years later
You, Mattheo, along with Pansy and Draco are having a double wedding. After the wedding during the reception. You decided to sing a song to reveal that you were pregnant. You ran to each other and he lifted you up and gave you a huge kiss.
Part 6
9 months later
You have a baby girl and named her Stephanie Faith Riddle.
11 years later
Stephanie is now on the train to Hogwarts. Now you and mattheo have 3 kids and soon enough 5 you are now pregnant with twins boy and girl. 1 girl, and 2 boys. Stephanie 11, Marcus 10, and Aiden 7. You guys saw Draco, Pansy, Theodore, Astoria and others you guys went to yours and Mattheo's shared mansion and hung
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my gender is faggot and my sexuality is transgender hope this helps
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slytherin boys…
and the different tropes you have with them.
this is theo’s version! (draco, mattheo, and enzo coming soon)
theodore nott
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ academic rivals to lovers
“ten points to slytherin.”
you smirked and held your head high, proud that professor slughorn had just gifted your house with points.
your eyes quickly went to the brunet who huffed and placed his arm down, not getting chosen to answer the question.
a tug hit your side, “(y/n), when will you admit that you fancy theo?”
pansy chuckled as you glared at her, rolling your eyes and diverting your attention to continue taking notes. “pansy, he is my biggest enemy. we have been competing against everything since first year. why in the bloody hell would you think i fancy that arse?”
ever since your first class in hogwarts, theodore nott has grown as your only rival. you both always fought to see who would answer the professor’s questions, who would receive the higher mark on exams, and who would be at the top of all classes.
even with the same slytherin friend group, everyone got used to the competitive nature that the two of you shared—non-slytherin students, professors, and maybe even headmaster dumbledore knew.
you started scribbling more words down while pansy shrugged her shoulders, “maybe because he’s all you ever talk about?” you stopped the quill you were using, glancing over at the boy sitting a few rows away.
“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“miss (y/l/n), since you’re distracted with miss parkinson, would you like to come up and smell this potion?”
suddenly your confidence shrunk as the entire classroom silently watched you. slowly you ascended from your seat, heading down the stairs to the front. there was snickering from your slytherin friends—especially theodore.
professor slughorn pointed towards the cauldron next to him, signaling you to smell the potion.
you stepped impossibly close, taking a sniff of the smell. “i smell fresh mint and sweet fire whiskey.”
you take a step back and beam before looking straight at pansy, except she holds a horrified look. all your classmates silently watched you in horror and their mouths open.
professor slughorn coughed once next to you, “thank you miss (y/l/n), you may now go back to your seat.”
confusion filled your face as you walked to the stairs.
“that, class, was the power of amortentia.“
you stood clutching your black and green robes in fists, realizing why everyone was still staring at you.
“it smells different to each person according to what they find attractive. now this potion..”
you couldn’t believe what you had just heard, more importantly, you knew whose scent you smelled from the potion.
you turned around, ignoring the specific pair of eyes lingering on you, rushing to leave the classroom as fast as your legs could take you.
you could explain to professor slughorn tomorrow that you felt like vomiting, so you had to run outside.
it was only a five-minute distance from the classroom to your dorm. technically, you could skip dinner later and ask pansy to bring you food, so you wouldn’t have to see theodo-
“(y/n)! wait!”
no. this cannot be happening.
you stopped in your tracks, slowly looking behind you.
theodore was running from the same direction you came from, catching up to you at a desperate pace.
“what nott? i don’t feel like arguing with you right now. not after.. that.” you hope he’s slow to realize that you smelled him in your amortentia.
“listen,” theodore caught up to you, standing in front of you now, “i know you smelled me in your amortentia just now.”
you groaned, “it’s not true. it can’t be. we hate each other.” you motioned between the two of you. “let’s just forget all this happened to save me from some humiliation.”
you turned to continue your journey back to your dorm when a hand grabbed your arm.
“no, listen to me.” theodore sounded sincere, his usual playful personality gone. “are you really that daft?”
you stared at the boy annoyed, “me? i’m as smart as you. we’re on top of our class, how would i be daft?”
“salazar, you’re in denial. you’re going to make me spell it out for you?”
annoyance was taking over you, shrugging your arm off of theodore’s grip. “if you don’t want to elaborate, i’ll be on my way.” you sighed and continued to walk down the empty corridors.
“(y/n)!”
you don’t even turn around to the boy. “piss off, nott.”
“i fancy you.”
you made about ten steps away from theodore before you froze. did you just hear him correctly?
theodore continued, “i’ve fancied you since first year when we first met, i’ve competed against you in every class to get your attention, but now i think we should start over?”
your eyes widen and search for any signs of insincerity while he stands, waiting for your response. letting out a breath, you take a few steps back towards him.
“i’d like that.”
“by the way, i smelled you in my amortentia last year.”
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#theodore nott#theodore nott imagine#theodore nott imagines#theodore nott fanfiction#theodore not fanfic#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott x you#theodore nott x y/n#theodore imagine#slytherin boys#slytherin boys react#slytherin boys imagine#slytherin boys fanfiction#draco malfoy imagine#mattheo riddle imagine#lorenzo berkshire imagine#slytherin imagine#slytherin boys x slytherin reader#slytherin boys scenario#slytherin x reader
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pansy and daffodil for the flower asks!
Daffodil
1: I used to call my teddy bear 'Bei' because I couldn't pronunce the word 'bear' or 'bär', in German (part of my family is of Austrian descent)
2: I started reading when I was 3yo
3: during primary school I didn't have permission to watch tv after 9:30pm. My mom was a huge X-Files fan back then so I remember being absolutely creeped out but the intro I could hear playing from the living room, every Sunday night
4: one of my fave albums to listen to on the bus during field trips was Queen's Greatest Hits vol.2
5: and Brian May was my first celebrity crush ever (I blame the hair)
6: I probably read Matilda + The Witches by Roald Dahl and Der kleine Vampir/The Little Vampire saga by Angela Sommer-Bodenburg a bazillion times
7: I had people gifting me earrings (for pierced ears) more often than not, as a b*day present. Spoiler alert - I don't have pierced ears
8: I loved having dinner at our family's friends' place because the conversation between adults was so boring to me I was allowed to watch a cartoon movie. I still don't know wtf thought Bakshi's The Lord of the Rings was a suitable choice for a 5yo… but that was the movie I would always ask them to play for me, since it scared me to death
Pansy
1: it's the second biggest city in my Country
2: our metro/underground system has five lines while Rome (the capital city) only has three
3: on top of the highest spire of our main cathedral stands a Madonna statue covered in real gold foil. The statue had to be wrapped up in rags during WW2 so that British pilots couldn't spot it's shining surface and drop their bombs right in the heart of the city
4: Milan is famous for being very 'fashionable'. In fact, there's a particular area known as the 'Golden Quadrilater' (or Quadrilater of Fashion, a literal translation of its Italian name) which is bordered by four streets full of top-end boutiques and retail outlets that belongs to the world's major fashion houses
5: one of Leonardo's masterpieces, L'Ultima Cena/The Last Supper is located in its original painting place, the church of Santa Maria delle Grazie/Saint Mary of Graces, not far from the city centre. Leonardo also designed a floodgates system that was used to navigate the river that runs across the city - the floodgates are still visible today but they're not in use anymore
6: it's an ancient city so there's plenty of ghost stories, superstitions and interesting facts connected to the spiritual world (for reference: 🎃, 🎃, 🎃)
7: traditional dishes of my city include: saffron risotto with ossobuco (sliced shin of veal containing marrowbone), panettone and milanese cutlet
#answered asks#milla answers#tysm for the ask!#pj's version of lotr is amazing but bakshi also deserves some recognition#the scene where frodo & co hide from the nazgul is creepy af thanks to the music#i could go on for hours about milan's cathedral#so many spires so many statues such a long history#milla rambles#also there is a folk song inspired by the golden madonna statue#its lyrics are not in italian but we sing it using our milanese dialect
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HP Saffics Femslash February Bingo Masterlist- zeddmarker/luxuriousmalfoy
Click here for my full Femslash February Masterlist Spreadsheet.
It was so fun participating in all the February daily challenges that I did! Thank you to @hpsaffics for hosting this bingo in particular, some of the prompts really challenged me!!
In the beginning, my goal was to keep each ficlet under 500 words. As you can probably tell, some of them (I'm looking at you, MILF) developed brains of their own. I hope you've enjoyed these daily postings!
Without further ado, my bingo masterlist:
B1: First or Second Person POV
You Meet the One | Katie Bell/Alicia Spinnet | 200
Planning a field trip for your class, you are enamored with the woman who works at the museum.
B2: Post-Hogwarts
MILF | Astoria Greengrass/Narcissa Malfoy | Explicit | 2,717
Astoria is faced with past hurt and temptation when she agrees to go on a family vacation with her best friend—and his mother.
B3: Part-Creature Character
She's a Butterfly | Cho Chang/Fleur Delacour | 200
When she met Fleur, she had met her butterfly—flitting from person to person but never resting, not really.
B4: Next Gen Character
Lily Luna in Lights | Lily Luna Potter/Genderbent!Lysander Scamander | 121
Lysandra gives Lily a pep talk before her first sold out show.
B5: Fluff/HEA
Starting Over | Marietta Edgecombe/Hermione Granger | 959
At her first guitar lesson, Hermione runs into someone who reminds her of past mistakes.
I1: Outsider POV
Meddling Sister | Millicent Bulstrode/Astoria Greengrass | 465
Daphne knows what has to be done in order for her sister and her best friend to get together.
I2: Microfic or Drabble
Cloud Watching | Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes | 100
Dorcas takes Marlene cloud watching.
I3: Established Relationship
Jet Lag | Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley | 100
Wide awake from jet lag, Luna pesters her sleepy girlfriend.
I4: At Least One Archive Warning
Only One Way | Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley | Mature | wc
They say there is only one way out of a place like this.
I5: Marauders Era Character
All My Life | Lily Evans/Hermione Granger | 115
Hermione confronts the girl who’s been present on every birthday, but has never aged.
N1: Inter-House Relationship
Camping in the Garden | Astoria Greengrass/Ginny Weasley | 100
Astoria and Ginny enjoy a night camping in Ginny’s backyard.
N2: Lightning Gen Character
Hit Me With Your Best Shot | Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson | 884
Hermione forges an unexpected bond with her biggest competition at the quiz bowl tournament.
N3: Free Space
Keeping Company | Andromeda Tonks/Molly Weasley | 897
With their husbands drafted to war, Molly and Andromeda decide to live together.
N4: POC Character
Preserved in Amber | Lily Evans/Dorcas Meadowes | 272
Lily accidentally reveals the sketch she drew of her lab partner.
N5: M/E-Rated Fic
unshackle me | Genderbent!Lucius Malfoy/Genderbent!James Potter | Mature | 609
Jay Potter has a mission to accomplish, but the sight of her former lover changes her plans.
G1: Angst/Dark/UHEA
Too Good For Me | Luna Lovegood/Pansy Parkinson | 200
A one-night-stand leads to a difficult goodbye.
G2: Hogwarts Era
French Daydream | Katie Bell/Fleur Delacour | 382
Katie doesn't think she will ever get another chance to talk to Fleur, until a lost shawl re-ignites her hope.
G3: Muggle AU
So We Meet Again | Daphne Greengrass/Luna Lovegood | 413
When Daphne starts going to a new cafe, she is taken with the barista.
G4: Canon Divergence
just forget the world | Astoria Greengrass/Ginny Weasley | 440
Astoria finds herself comforted by the person she's always admired.
G5: Inspired by Another Work
twin flames | The Great Gatsby | Mature | Astoria Greengrass/Pansy Parkinson | 1,574
When Ron moved next door to the biggest party spot in Godric's Hollow, he never expected it to turn his worldview on its head.
O1: G/T-Rated Fic
Cake Heist | Cho Chang/Fleur Delacour | 200
A late night mission for cakes is derailed.
O2: Poly Ship
I Love You | Katie Bell/Angelina Johnson/Alicia Spinnet | 380
Three different girls with three different journeys to love.
O3: Canon Compliant
I Misjudged You | Lavender Brown/Padma Patil | 300
Padma spent her adolescence hating her twin's best friend for stealing her away, but maybe Lavender wasn't so bad after all.
O4: Founders Gen/Golden Gen
The Things I'll Do | Poppy Pomfrey/Pomona Sprout | wc
Pomona attempts one of Poppy’s favorite pastimes.
O5: First Time
Cliff Jumping | Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley | wc
Ginny convinces Pansy to go cliff jumping.
#femslash february#2023#hp saffics#femslash bingo#zeddmarker#luxuriousmalfoy#masterlist#fanfic#ao3#drabbles#ficlet#drabble#harry potter#gxg#wlw#femslash
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Wingwoman (Pansy Parkinson x reader)
Warnings: smut female receiving oral, fingering swearing
Summary: Blaise takes y/n to a Slytherin party as each other’s wing man and woman to find some girls to hook up with but the morning after ends in surprise.
Blaise got you into the Slytherin common room for one of the biggest Slytherin parties of the year. “I promise I’ll get you a girl tonight” you tell Blaise “I bet I could get you a girl faster” “There is no way.”
Blaise has been your best friend since you were kids, you were so excited when you both found out you got into Hogwarts. Blaise was sorted into Slytherin and you were sorted into Gryffindor. You managed to still stay friends.
You and Blaise scope out the party looking for all the girls. Blaise is usually quite reserved, you’ve never known him to be with a girl but tonight you’re going to find a girl for him.
You find it hard to find girls at Hogwarts who are openly out and actually interested in you.
Blaise pours a couple shots for the two of you, after walking around for a while you see a girl checking out Blaise with a bunch of her friends. “Blaise what about that girl?” He looks over and she notices, she smiles and looks to the ground. “She’s cute” “Perfect, we have to get her alone.”
You wait around inconspicuously for her to be alone, she talks to her friend just the two of them. “That will do” you two walk over “Hi I’m Y/n” you shake her hand “Hi, I’m Anya” she smiles “This is my friend Blaise” “Hi” he shakes her hand. Her friend chuckles and walks over to her other friends leaving them alone. “I’m going to get drinks, do you guys want one?” “I’d love a drink” she says “Great.”
You leave the two of them alone to talk taking your time. Pansy notices you with three cups filling them up, she excuses herself to go make some drinks “Pansy you don’t drink cheap alcohol” Draco says “I do now.”
Pansy walks over to you “Excuse me” she says and you move over so she can access the drinks too. “Oh you’re Blaise’s girlfriend, aren’t you?” Pansy knew you weren’t his girlfriend she just needed confirmation you were single and into girls.
You chuckle “No, I’m Blaise’s female friend not his girlfriend, I’m trying to set him up with a girl tonight” “So you’re his wingwoman?” “I guess so” “What about you? You got a special someone?” “No, not yet, Blaise was going to find me a girl but I don’t think that’s happening anymore, he seems really into this girl.”
Pansy had the confirmation she needed, single and into girls. “Well if you want to hang out with me and Malfoy you can” you were very intimidated by Pansy alone but with Draco Malfoy it was worse “Oh I don’t know” “Oh come on, it will be fun, besides you don’t want to be standing around alone” “Okay, I’ll join you.”
You take the drinks over to Blaise and Anya. “I’m just going to go hang out with Pansy and Malfoy” he raises his eyes brows “Really?” “Yeah Pansy introduced herself while we were getting drinks.”
Blaise chuckles “She’s interested in you, give her a reason to be into you” “How do you know that?” “Pansy doesn’t drink cheap alcohol, she always complains at every party, she just needed a reason to talk to you. Go hit on her” “Oh” you were quite overwhelmed and even more intimidated. “You’ll be fine, she’ll be really sweet, she always is if she likes you.”
You drink some of your drink and walk over to the two of them talking. “This is Y/n, Blaise’s friend” “Hi” Draco says. Pansy mainly does the talking, she can talk about anything and make it seem interesting or maybe she’s just so pretty and you’re so nervous you’re not even listening.
“I’m bored, I’m going to talk to Crabbe and Goyle” Draco walks off. You and Pansy get a chance to talk alone, you could tell she was flirting now, she would subtly give an excuse to touch your hair or your shoulder. “What lipgloss do you wear?” She asks, you take your chance to lean in and kiss her, she pulls your body in closer to hers and kisses you.
Anya points over in your direction to you and Pansy. Blaise chuckles to himself.
Just when you thought the kiss was done it wasn’t, you could tell she had watermelon lip gloss on, the mixture of her watermelon lip gloss and your strawberry tasted so nice. Her lips were so soft and it was the best kiss you’ve ever had.
You both pull away breathless “You’re really good at that” you compliment her “I knew you’d have kissable lips.”
She moves your hair behind your ear and kisses your neck sucking a love bite into your skin. “D-do you want to get out of here?” You say breathlessly, she stops sucking on your skin and takes your hand. “I was waiting for you to say that” she takes you to her dorm locking the door behind her.
She kisses you, you walk backwards to her bed as she leads you there. She pushes you onto the bed still kissing you but sliding her hand into your underwear.
Her hand circles your clit a couple times before she breaks the kiss to undo your pants. She takes them off and then her own, meanwhile you take off your shirt. You help her out of her top leaving the clothes in a pile.
You continue snogging, Pansy grinds on you, you slowly join in until the two of you are desperately grinding on each other trying to relieve yourselves.
Pansy kisses down your body kissing your clothed clit earning a whimper. She pulls down your soaked underwear and kisses your inner thighs, it makes you squirm, you feel her breath over your pussy but nothing happens.
You groan in anticipation “Please Pansy” you beg “I’m just admiring your beautiful cunt” “Please I need your mouth!” “Okay, okay.”
She licks up and down your cunt warming you up with her tongue. She’s just as good as eating you as kissing.
She takes two fingers and puts them in her mouth spitting on them before fingering you.
It didn’t take long for you to finish. “Good girl, came all over my fingers” she puts them in her mouth again tasting them. “Felt so good” she kisses your temple, you get on top of her and kiss down her stomach you suck a hickey on her lower stomach.
You pull down her underwear and place a peck on her clit sending shivers down her spine. You take your fingers and suck on them before putting them inside her “Fuck, that’s so hot” she comments. You move your fingers slowly inside her but curling them inside. You hear her moan your name, you suck on her clit continuing to fuck her with your fingers.
You add another finger into her, she arches her back and finishes around your fingers. “Ah fuck, Y/n” she moans, you take your fingers out of her and lay beside her.
“You’re so pretty” she looks into your eyes “So are you.” You and Pansy lazily make out until you both fall asleep cuddled up.
You wake up still cuddled up with Pansy, her eyes are closed and her breathing is steady, she takes a deep breath in and opens her eyes. “Good morning” she smiles when she sees you “Good morning Pansy” You sit up stretching while Pansy still tries to wake herself up. “Thank you for a really nice night” you thank her before you leave “You’re welcome but you’re not going are you?” “Well usually you leave the morning after a one night stand.”
Pansy had done many of these before and they usually do end when they wake up but Pansy liked you a lot more than just sex. “I never do this, ever. I’ve never had a proper relationship before. Do you possibly want to be in a proper relationship?” You lay back next to her “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” “Yeah, I know we just met but isn’t that the point of a relationship, to get closer with the other person? But it’s your choice of course.”
You managed to get Pansy flustered and she could tell by the look on your face you loved it “Oh my Salazar, stop looking at me like that” “I’d love to be your girlfriend Pansy.”
You knew you had to tell Blaise first. So after cuddling and making out with Pansy for a while you put on your clothes from last night and left “Meet me on the Slytherin table for lunch” she says “I will my darling” you blow her a kiss before waking out.
As you close the door you hear Blaise call your name, you chuckle “I see we are both on the walk of shame” “Seems we are” “I’ve got something I want to tell you” “Me too, you go first” he says.
“Pansy asked me to be her girlfriend” “You’re joking, right?” “No she said she really liked me and she got really flustered asking me out, it was quite cute.” “That’s not what I was expecting but I’m glad you two are together, seems we have similar news. I asked Anya to be my girlfriend.”
You smile widely “Well done! Looks like we are both locked down now” “I’ll see you later Y/n.”
#harry potter#smut#hp imagine#pansy parkinson fluff#pansy#pansy imagine#pansy parkinson x fem!reader#pansy parkinson x female reader#pansy parkinson x you#pansy parkinson imagine#pansy parkinson smut#pansy parkinson x gryffindor!reader#pansy parkinson#wlw#wlw fic#wlw ship#wlw smut
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In His Defense
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Universe: No Voldemort :)
Genre: Fluff! (Maybe Slight angst?)
Warning: Minor cursing & mention of blood.
This idea came to me after I saw @thefallenbibliophilequote comment on my other work about how cool it would’ve been if the reader defended herself and how Draco would be proud of her. So, this was the end result! Thank you for the inspiration!
Masterlist
Draco gets hurt while playing quidditch and the reader defends him.
Nothing was more high tense at Hogwarts than a Slytherin vs Gryffindor quidditch match. The days leading up to the game were filled with rivalries between students of both houses. Pranks and hexes were the most common form of targeting each other. Words would also be exchanged. But this was nothing new, this rivalry went back decades. The Weasleys targeting Slytherins during this time. Poor Tracey Davis being their latest victim.
Your boyfriend happened to be the seeker for Slytherin. Which meant you were even more involved in the rivalry than other students. You were standing in the hallway waiting for Blaise and Pansy to get out of class when a bunch of Gryffindors were coming your way.
“I’m sure your girlfriend would be a better seeker than you Malfoy”, Oliver Wood laughed as we walked past you and Draco.
“Leave her out of this”, Draco yelled back at Oliver who only just stopped and turned to face you.
“I’m not insulting her mate. If anything it’s a compliment. But then again anyone is better than you.”
“I’ll remember that when we beat you and your crying in the showers after the loss Wood. I mean it won’t be the first time right?”
“We’ll see during the game Malfoy.” That seemed to shut them up as they decided it was best to walk away then continue to fight. None of them looking to get suspended before the game.
“Don’t listen to those prats babe”, you said looking up and giving him a smile.
“Thanks, darling”, Draco responded with a sincere smile and a kiss.
Weeks like these, he constantly felt more pressure to win the game. Especially since he was going up against Harry. His rival since his first year. Both boys making everything a competition.
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Today was no different from any day during this week. It was the night before the game which meant that practice was even more difficult. Everyone had to be playing at their best.
“Don’t worry babe, you’re the best seeker Slytherin’s ever had.” He was sitting in the middle of his bed as you came up behind him to massage his shoulders. He had just finished a long grueling practice with the team in an effort to secure their win for tomorrow. “Best in Hogwarts.”
Draco seemed to relax with your touch. Flexing and leaning back into your body as he attempted to let the stress go. He leaned his head back and was looking at you upside down. You pressed a quick kiss on his lips before returning to what you previously were doing.
“You’re the best you know”, he groaned. “This feels amazing.”
He turned around and grabbed you by the waist so that you were now sitting on his lap. He grabbed your hand and started to play with the rings on it.
“You’ll be there right?” He did this every single game. He would always ask you if you would be there. You would always reassure him that you would.
“Wouldn’t miss it for anything”, you reassured him gently. “I’ll always be there.”
“I know, my personal cheerleader.”
“That’s me.” You used the hand that he wasn’t holding to run it through his hair.
“Are you going to be wearing my favorite outfit of yours”, Draco cheekily asked you. “You know that green plaid skirt tha-“
“Draco!” you playfully yelled at him. “But yes, I will.”
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Both the Slytherin and Gryffindor section were decked out in their respective colors and mascots to support their teams. The stands were packed with students of all houses. High stake games were usually attended by a large portion of the students. You sat in the stands with Pansy and Daphne as you watched on and cheered Draco on.
“I can’t believe this has been going on for this long”, Pansy yelled to you over all the noise so you could hear her.
“I know,” you yelled back. “I hope Draco catches the snitch soon!”
The game had been going on for close to an hour now. Both teams constantly evening the score which currently sat at 60 - 60. It seemed that the game was going to come down to who caught the snitch first.
You looked up at the sky to look for Draco once more. He was sitting high above looking for the snitch. Completely concentrated on the task. That’s when both he and Harry seemed to spot the little gold ball. Both immediately going after it in a matter of seconds.
Draco seemed to reach it before Harry but it was incredibly close. It seemed to escape the grasp of both boys every time they attempted to reach for it.
“Come on Draco”, you yelled excitedly in support of your boyfriend.
Draco and Harry were battling it out for the snitch. Each trying their best to reach it before the others. Both of them pushed into each other in an attempt to move the other out of the way. It was no surprise to anyone that each team played a bit dirty and attempted to push their luck.
As both of them came near the snitch Harry used his shoulder to push Draco with a bit more force than all the previous hits. This caused Draco to lose his balance and lose the grip on his broom. You watched as your boyfriend began to plummet to the earth.
Time seemed to slow down in your eyes as you saw Draco drop towards the ground. You knew you were screaming as he made his way down but you couldn’t hear yourself anymore. Your mind was only focused on him right now.
That’s when you saw Professor Snape cast a spell that slowed his fall. Instead of hitting the ground with great force and speed, he fell with less force. It didn’t matter though, you could tell he was still injured when he didn’t move at all.
You quickly moved through the large crowds of people in the Slytherin section leaving behind Pansy and Daphne who were trying to follow after you. You pushed a few people as you made your way through the crowd. Scattered apologies left your mouth as you didn’t care enough to see who you had pushed. Running down the stairs and as fast as your legs could carry you, you made your way through the quidditch field to Draco who was laying on the ground. Motionless.
“Draco…hey Draco can you hear me? It’s me.” You gently tapped his shoulder. Your voice cracking as you spoke and tears threatening to spill. He wasn’t responding but you could tell he was still breathing as his chest moved up and down. “Dray, I’m here okay.”
Madam Hooch immediately came followed by Professor Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore. “We need to get him to Madam Pomfrey quickly.”
“We must see if he presents any injuries.”
Others from both teams were now on the ground too looking towards the commotion of what had occurred.
“I need you to move back Miss (y/l/n) so that we could properly tend to him.” Professor McGonagall said gently as she helped you stand up from the ground. You looked down helplessly at Draco. Your head snapped up as you heard Harry Potter in the distance. Your worry and sadness being replaced by anger.
“Are you bloody kidding right now Potter”, you marched up to where Harry was standing with the rest of his teammates. He attempted to back away but you followed. You stood mere inches apart from him as you looked up at him.
“It was an accident” he attempted to defend himself from what had just occurred. His hands lifting up in defense. “It just got a bit out of hand.”
“A bit out of hand?” you sneered at the boy in front of you. You pushed your index finger into his chest with force.
“A bit? My boyfriend is now laying on the ground not responding because it got a ‘bit out of hand’ according to you.” Your voice mocking his own as you spoke. Merlin, you were extremely angry. Fuming at this point.
“Look (y/l/n), Harry didn’t mean to hurt Malfoy. It was an accident and stuff like this is a part of the game.” Ron came forward to defend his best friend. He grabbed Harry by the upper arm and began to pull him away.
“Really Weasley?” You responded with even more anger lacing your voice at this point. He wasn’t making it any better now. At this point, members of both teams had come closer and surrounded the both of you. Each awaiting what was to come. Theo and Blaise standing directly behind you ready to come to your defense.
“You know what else is an accident?” Your demeanor changes quickly, suddenly back to your sweet voice. This caught them off guard. “This.”
You swing your fist back to gain momentum before it connects with Harry’s jaw. His head snapping back a bit from the force of the punch. He was definitely not expecting it from you. He looked back down at you, eyes wide in shock. Blood started to drip from his now busted lip.
“Oops… it was an accident. It seems my fist slipped and it got a bit out of hand.” A smirk formed on your face as you heard members of the Slytherin quidditch team laugh at what you had done. Professors still attending to an injured Draco didn’t notice what had occurred.
“Shit. That was so cool!” Pansy said laughing out from right next to you. You didn’t even realize when she got next to you.
You could feel Blaise right next to you as he grabbed your shoulder. “I think you should go with Draco. They’re going to take him in now.”
“We got it from here.” You quickly turned around to be Draco who was being carried away to Madam Pomfrey in the infirmary.
“Sorry Potter! I’m sure you understand it was an accident right?” You yelled back at him as you began to run after Draco who was being carried in.
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Luckily Draco didn’t have any major injuries. His back slightly bruised from the impact but that was the biggest injury he had received. With healing potions he received right after he had first woken up, his injuries were starting to disappear.
You sat in an uncomfortable chair as you waited for him to wake up again. You were restless as you stoked his hand. You were hungry and tired but you didn’t want to leave his side.
He started to shuffle slightly as you were lost in your own thoughts.
“Hey, Draco how are you doing?” You reached to stroke his cheek gently and try to bring him some comfort.
“I feel dreadful”, he mumbled as he attempted to get up by pushing himself up.
“Don’t try to get up love”, you said as you tried to keep him from getting up. “You need to rest.”
“I can't believe I got hurt by Potter.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I punched him in the face.” You mentioned with a slight smile. This caught his attention immediately. He laid himself back down waiting for you to explain further.
“Wait, you punched Potter?” Draco’s eyes light up with pride. He couldn’t believe it. He never thought his sweet girlfriend would have it in her to punch anyone.
“Straight in the jaw. Made him bleed and everything.” You laughed thinking back at what had occurred earlier.
“That’s kind of hot. Wish I could’ve seen it.” There’s the Draco you knew and loved.
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Draco had been let go from the infirmary the next morning. The potions had helped him heal pretty fast and he was let go that morning. You were walking next to Draco on your way back to the Slytherin common room when he spotted who he’s been waiting to run into. This was going to be good.
“Potter”, Draco yelled after the Gryffindor in the hallway. Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned around at the sound of Draco. Clearly already annoyed before Draco even spoke.
“What do you want Malfoy?” Harry responded harshly as he walked up to the both of you. Harry avoided looking directly at you and instead focused on Draco.
“How’s your face after that punch from my girlfriend? She’s got quite the punch.”
“Sod off Malfoy,” Hermione responded with an eye roll as she pulled both boys away.
“He’s definitely scared of you babe”, Draco said laughing at the trio walking away from you.
“I’m sure he Draco.”
“No, Potter is definitely afraid of you.”
“He better be.”
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