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kaciebello · 3 months

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Don’t shoot the messenger

Slytherin boys x Hufflepuff!reader (use of she/her, no use of y/n)

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Delivery Express ✿

Summary: The reader sees an opportunity to run an untapped market in Hogwarts and makes her first delivery.

warnings: mention of alcohol and cigarettes, nothing else really

Authors note: English is not my first language so I am sorry for any mistakes beforehand. I wanna spread this into a one-shot series. Proofread by me and me only :(

Next part: Delivery fees

Word count: 1352

Notes to deliver - 1

The Slytherin bedroom is filled with the usual chatter. Two boys arguing about quidditch tactics over a cigarette, some have given up and just stared at a ceiling while nursing a glass of fire whiskey. You can hear someone's father being mentioned in almost every other sentence. Nothing magical was happening if you omit this being a school of witchcraft and wizardry.

Suddenly, the door busts as if being kicked open. Revealing, to the boys, an unknown girl wearing a green uniform they are all familiar with, her cloak being absend. Her hair is neatly in a braid tied with a bow. All chatter stops and their attention is on her. She, however, paid no mind to anyone in the room and kept looking into her notepad as if nothing happened. Taking a few steps into the room and closing the door was only an interaction with her surroundings.

Nobody says a word for what feels like an hour. “ Who are you?” a voice recognizable as Draco Malfoy spoke. Snaping her head from her notebook she finally scans the room. As if searching for something. An offended scoff is heard from the boy as his question is left without an answer.

“ Sunshine? What are you doing here?” Lorenzo asks as he sits up. Her eyes snap to him the second she hears his voice. A sweet smile spreads on her face and her eyes create moon crescents. “ There you are! I have a note for you.” She says and takes a few steps to his sitting figure.

His friends, still confused by what is this mystery girl doing in their bedroom, could do nothing but stare as she moved across the room with ease. But she seems to pay no attention to anybody but her friend. Passing the neatly folded note to Lorenzo, she sits down and crosses something in her notebook humming happily before turning back to him with the same sweet smile. The boy in question studies the note and opens it to read it. His eyes widen and his ears go red. He turns to the girl in shock.

“ YOU GAVE ME A LOVE NOTE???” He yells and the second those words leave his mouth all his friends surround the pair like hungry hyenas. Her smile drops and her eyes widen to the point some would think is impossible. “ Eh? Is that what that is??” She goes to snatch the note from him, which proves to be an easy task as Lorenzo is frozen in the spot. Before she could read the note herself, however, it was too snatched from her hand by Theodore Nott and passed around his friend group.

With a frown on her face, she turns to her friend, “ I, didn't give you anything, someone gave you a love note, I just delivered it.” She said making sure to emphasize mentioning her person in the sentence. “ So this is not from you? Because that sure sounds like an excuse, lame one at that,” says Mattheo Riddle as he waves the note in front of her face. She swats his hand away like it's a fly and he passes the note to Blasie Zabini who has yet to read it.

“No, I had no idea it was a love note,” she argues back and places her hand on Lorenzo's shoulder. “ I love you, but not like that.”

“ Are you sure? because-”

“yes.”

“no, like, if you do-”

“no”

“ Maybe we can work-”

“ I would rather jump from the astronomy tower.”

“Ouch,” he said and she just patted him on the back with fake sympathy. The note was passed back to him and he finally had the chance to look at it again. All of his friends return to studying the girl sitting on the bed. A minute of silence is broken when Blasie speaks up.

“ Are you, not the Hufflepuff girl sitting next to Enzo in Charms?” Looking up and smiling.

“Why, yes I am.” she proudly announces to the room. The shock and mumbles did not phase her as her friend got her attention.

“ So who gave you this note?” Lorenzo asks seemingly coming out of his trance from just receiving a love confession. “ I don't know, some girl gave it to me and asked me to give it to you.” She shrugs and targets the candy bag in Draco's arms, taking a handful without the boy noticing and popping a few chocolate pieces in her mouth. “ and you just did it?”

“For 5 galleons.” He looks at her in disbelief.

“ You sold our friendship for galleons?” he asks not believing he's worth a pocket change.

“ She promised another 5 if I got her an answer.” “oh my god.” He throws his head back and stares at the ceiling for a second as the girl next gives him a confused look.

“ what? I didn't know it was a love note. Besides-”

“ How did you get in here?” Draco cutes her as he notices her hand sneaking into his bag of candy this time, snatching it away. The two friends turn to the group of boys standing around them. “ I do you one better, whose uniform is that?” Mattheo asks pointing out the obvious Slytherin uniform on the Hufflepuff girl. Her eyes narrowed, not enjoying being interrogated. As she was about to answer Lorenzo was just a second faster.

“ Her own you moron, it's a color-changing charm. Good job on that by the way.” He says, getting up from the bed and breaking the circle his friends formed around them. The girl gets up and follows him to his desk. “ That does not answer how she got here.” chimes in Theodor. Leaning on the desk she turns to them and crosses her arms. “I'm a Hufflepuff, we have our ways. It is not that hard to find all the secret passages.” She says nonchalantly. Next to her, Lorenzo is hunched down and scribbling something on a piece of paper. Before any more questions can be said he shoots up with a little ‘aha’ leaving him. Taking the girl’s hand and turning it, he slaps a little note folded in half in her palm. Then he fishes up what seems to be 10 galleons from his pocket and adds that as well.

“Now sunshine, please don't ever bring me love notes ever again,” he said and started to usher the girl out of the bedroom. She gets up from her spot and walks to the door not that much bothered by her friend kicking her out. “ What if it normal note? Can I bring that?” “ no.” He answers as soon as he hears the first question. ‘You're no fun ‘ can be heard faintly as she says it under her nose. Opening the door she previously so elegantly kicked open, she turns to his friends one last time. “None of you want to send a note? It will cost you only 5 galleons.”

All of them shake their head not wanting to use the girls' service. She gives them a few more seconds before she takes our step outside of the door. “ Wait, sunshine,” Lorenzo stops her with a sheepish smile on his face. Wodlesly she raises an eyebrow at him. “ next time don't forget to change the color of your bow.” he says and motions to the boy keeping her braid together. She looks down and sees it proudly shining the yellow color of her house. She just chuckles and without other words, she steps out of the room and closes the door behind her.

The room falls silent for a minute before erupting into a bickering over what happened.

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mrsmikaelsxn · 1 year

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Pretty Girl

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pairing: draco malfoy x female reader

warnings: draco in love, fluff, some jealousy, soft draco, flirting, making out

summary: although you're a hufflepuff, draco can't seem to suppress his feelings for you and has been asking you out since third year

a/n: i don't think i'll ever get out of my draco phase atp, its been years

song: yellow - coldplay

You were walking through the castle halls with your best friend, Cedric Diggory, wearing a blue sundress with your hair down and a ribbon holding two stands behind your head.

There were no classes today, so you decided to put on some light makeup as well and were taking a walk to the kitchens with Cedric.

"One day in the summer you need come over to my cottage, I can teach you how to bake," you announce, looking up at him as he drapes his arm around your shoulders.

"Hmm, I don't know if that would end well," he paused as he glanced down at you. "The last time you tried to bake with the house elves, you set the kitchen on fire," he laughs as he recalls you begging the house elves not to tell anyone.

"Okay that's not fair and you know it. You helped-"

"Y/n!"

You and Cedric turn around to see a smiling Draco Malfoy walking towards you both. His smile turns into a scowl as he sees Cedric's arm around you.

He quickly covers the jealousy with a charming smile as he looks back at your eyes that he adores.

"What now, Malfoy," Cedric sighs, already knowing what was going to happen.

Draco Malfoy was seen as rude to most people. So it was quite a shock to everyone when he asked you, a half-blood hufflepuff, out to hogsmeade for the first time in third year. You politely declined his offer because of some past encounters with him.

Although he has never said anything offensive to you, he has to your friends.

Your rejection didn't stop Draco from asking again. If anything, it made him want you more.

Ever since then, he has asked you out almost every week. Each time you rejected him, but it still didn't stop him.

Two years later he found himself in love with you. He has tried to get over you, but he can't picture himself with anyone that isn't you. If you were to ask him what he loved most about you, it would take more than a day to list everything. He grew up without much love, except from his mother, so it was a rather odd feeling when he first started to fancy you.

The first time he had gotten some hope for the two of you was when you had agreed to go to the yule ball with him last year. He thanked Merlin and almost cried of happiness. It was most definitely the best night of his life. You two had ended up almost kissed but were interrupted by Snape.

Back to present time, he asked if he could speak to you in private. Cedric looked over at you to make sure it was okay, you nodded and told him you would join him in a few minutes.

Draco gently grabbed your hand and pulled you into an empty classroom.

“You look so beautiful, darling” he compliments as you feel yourself lightly blushing as you avoids his eyes.

You should be use to the compliments by now since he gives them several times a day, but that doesn’t stop your cheeks from turning a light pink shade each time. He finds it adorable and hopes to be the only one to have the affect on you.

“Thank you, what is it you wanted to talk about?”

“Look, you know how much I fancy you- the whole bloody school knows. I- I just want you to give me one chance, love. If you truly don’t feel the same way about me than I’ll accept that,” he starts, his voice growing quieter as he leans towards your face.

“Please, sweetheart,” he whispers, his eyes dropping to your beautiful rosy lips as you gently pull the bottom one in between your teeth in thought.

“Um... okay,” you whisper with a small nod and smile.

He froze, before the biggest smile makes its way to his face. His lips brush against yours as he asks if it’s okay for him to kiss you.

You respond by gently pressing your warm lips to his slightly cold ones. He warps his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him as the other hand is holding your cheek. You run your hands through his hair and gently tug, getting a light groan from him.

You slowly pull back as you look at him in awe. His hair messy, his tie loose around his neck, his cheeks tinted red, his stunning eyes bright, and his lips slightly swollen.

“You are very pretty, you know,” you blurt out, turning your head in slight embarrassment.

He gently grabs your face and tilts your head so you’re looking at him. “Thats all you, angel. My pretty girl,” he whispers to you.

You peck his lips before slowly kissing down his jaw, trailing your mouth down his neck. Your gentle butterfly kisses and your teeth grazing his skin get some more low groans from him.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, love, if you keep doing that, you’re not going to be leaving this room anytime soon,” he grins.

You trail your lips back up to his, giving a quick peck before taking two steps back. “You’re right, I have forgotten about how I was supposed to go back to Cedric, do I look okay?”

“You look perfect as always, darling,” he replies while watching you straighten your hair with your hands.

“I don’t know you what you see in Diggory anyways”

“Oh knock it off,” you laugh hitting his shoulder as you start walking to the door.

“I’ll see you at dinner, yeah?”

“Mhm, bye Draco,” you smile at the boy, giving him one last look over.

As Draco enters the common room, he finds his best friend, Blaise Zabini, doing some potions work on the couch.

He walks over and drops onto the couch next to him. Blaise glances up, back at his paper, and then whips his head to the boy when he takes in his state.

"I- what have you been doing"

"You'll never guess, mate," Draco sighs dreamily recalling your kiss.

"Does it happen to do with a certain cute hufflepuff that you happen to be obsessed with?"

"Maybe, and I am not obsessed with her"

"And I enjoy doing potions homework"

"You told me you did," Draco lies.

"No I didn't"

"Yes, you did"

"No, I didn't"

"Yes, you did"

"No, I didn't!"

"No, you didn't"

"Yes, I did!"

"Aha!" Draco grins in victory.

Blaise rolls his eyes, "did you two kiss?"

"Maybe we did, maybe we didn't," Draco shrugs.

"Good for you, it took long enough"

A few months later, you and Draco were a happy couple and were so close to one another. Since that day you first kissed, he somehow found a way to be with you almost all of the time.

You two were sitting on the grass outside, you both sneaked out, and Draco was showing you the constellation that he was named after.

He suddenly turned and tickled your stomach as you fell backwards laughing.

"D- Draco! St- op, I c- an't breathe! L- let me go-" You laugh as he gives you a few seconds to take some breaths.

"Never, sweetheart," he says rolling on top of you.

"Get off of me you oaf!" You giggle trying to push him off of you.

"Let me think about that, hmm... how about no," he says pecking your lips.

You then flip the both of you so you were now straddling him as your hair surrounding your faces. You lean down and kiss him softly. Pulling back slowly, his lips follow you and you lightly laugh. You look at him with such love and wonder how you got so lucky.

Draco happens to be thinking the same thing as he kisses to again and rests his forehead on yours.

"I love you," he whispers.

"I love you more," you whisper back.

"Not possible, love"

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kerimcberry · 3 months

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They have my heart 🥹💕

Got the idea after watching my husband get sprayed when he tried entering the Hufflepuff common room 😂 (He’s a Slytherin)

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #slytherin x hufflepuff #slytherpuff #back on my romance fluff 🫣#if anything bad ever happens to them I WILL ugly cry #lyla estaris

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vanessamooney · 1 month

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Heaven Above - Draco x Reader

Prompt: Draco finds you late at night in the astronomy tower, set during 5-6th year.

Pairing: Draco x Slytherin!Reader

On black nights where the air stood still and the sky was littered with flashing bulbs of hope she came and sat on the highest peak of the astronomy tower. Her legs were curled against her chest, squeezed uncomfortably tight by her frail arms. It was cold; not cold enough to shiver but cold enough to sit and ponder in thoughts that swirled within them the very galaxy.

Of course, she wasn’t allowed up here so late - no one was. It was so much like a game, one of the only thrills she partook in. It was worth it for her, even if she were to get caught; but she never did, not by wandering prefects, not by professors or other misbehaving students. Never by them.

She was caught by the moon, and the stars, and creatures watching from the forest she wasn’t aware of. But she was aware of the moon, aware of the planets and the yearning which pulled her closer, which made her twinkling eyes widen just that little bit more, made her inhale just that little bit deeper and made her nostalgic for lifetimes ago that she never really experienced.

It was the sort of magic the professors never taught, the sort of magic which had no history books or lessons to attend or true believers. Magic from another world, so much more fragile and fussy than the magic which spouted from her wand. It took tender love and peculiar attention for this magic to blossom; the kind which granted wishes made on stars and pleas blown on dandelions.

Y/N let her legs dangle along the edge, fighting the cold stone against her skin. She planted her palms firmly next to her hips and she pondered on her own self and the foreboding which wrapped her in chills. She imagined she was the dandelion, and her petals were blown to be forever spread across the cosmos, never to be seen again.

'Don't get too close to the edge lest you fall,'

She heard the familiar voice of Draco echo around the tower and into the distantness of the night. She pressed her lips into a thin line, and slowly turned to see the blonde boy standing with posture so rigid and his blue gaze piercing through the darkness.

She met his gaze, her own expression unreadable. 'Malfoy,' she acknowledged, taken aback from the unexpected company.

Y/N and Draco had spent the entirety of their schooling at Hogwarts in the same house, exchanging glances and polite nothings.

In second year, the glances became longing and stares became more noticeable. Polite exchanges became longer and their seats in the great hall grew closer. Their friends became mutual and late night study in the library turned into giggles.

In third year their hands brushed each others during potions class, receiving unapproving looks from Snape. Weekends were spent with butter beer moustaches and unexpected flowers plucked from gardens.

In fourth year Draco asked Y/N to the Yule Ball and she was sorry to tell him that a Durmstrang boy had already asked her and she had said yes. Draco watched that year as she danced the night away with another boy, his heart heavy with unspoken emotions.

His eyes held the same look now as they did that night and she saw his face heavy with grief as the moonlight illuminated his features, 'Y/L/N,'

She motioned for him to join her, a flicker of sympathy softening her features even more - as if he didn't melt her just by being a flame.

Draco joined her on the cold floor of the astronomy tower, the moon bathing them in her light. For a moment, they simply sat in silence, legs swinging in the tension, taking in the breathtaking view of the night sky stretched out before them.

'It's beautiful, isn't it?' Y/N murmured, her voice barely above a breathy whisper as she gazed to the stars.

Draco nodded in agreement, sneaking a glance of Y/N's side profile. He noted how flushed her lips were from the cold, how rosy she was and how the scent in her long hair enveloped them in peonies and myrtle with the gentle blows of the wind.

'Why are you out here?'

'I could ask you the same thing,'

'That’s true,' she smiled, 'But I asked you first,'

Draco couldn't help but return her smile, he always had a soft spot for her. 'I just needed some air,' he admitted, his tone laced with a reserve that hinted against his own words. 'Now you,'

'I just needed some air,' Y/N parroted, a glint of mischief lighting her up momentarily as they both let out a slight chuckle. She laid her heavy head on the willing shoulder next to her and he relished in her touch.

Draco felt a rush of warmth flood through him as Y/N mirrored his words, her playfulness always brought a sense of lightness to the atmosphere and he wishes he could selfishly lock her into a box, all for himself.

'Do you remember the first time we snuck out of the castle together?' he asked suddenly, breaking the tranquil silence that had settled between them. It was a moment he had buried deep within himself, yet it resurfaced now in the stillness.

Y/N lifted her head from his shoulder, looking at him inquisitively. 'How could I forget?' she replied, her voice filled with amusement. 'It seems like life times ago now,' she remembered, of course she remembered.

She let out a heavy sigh upon the resurgence of buried memories, her gaze faltering to the twiddling thumbs in her lap. Her watering eyes met his and she couldn’t help but let out a sob, her eyes fluttering with embarrassment.

'What happened to us?' She breathed out shakily.

Draco reached out instinctively, his thumb brushing away her tears as he met her gaze with an unwavering intensity. 'I wish I knew,' he admitted softly, his voice tinged with regret.

With a lingering kiss on her forehead. Y/N leaned into his touch, seeking comfort in his warmth as she struggled to compose herself. She reached out to rub his forearm to comfort him too but Draco had flinched, frantically pulling the white sleeves of his shirt down. And with a silent knowing glance, she knew exactly what happened to them.

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siriusly-parker · 1 year

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—ily, bye. [draco m.]

tags. [angsty fluff?, confession, basically just draco getting crazy whenever the reader says ily, lowkey horny for it???]

author’s note. [very short! hope you like it!!]

wc. [0.88k]

She rushed to get her things into her bag. Study session was over and Pansy was waiting for her. So with her back to him, already leaving, she called out, “Love you, bye!” She didn’t think anything of it. They were friends. She said it to all her friends. It was true anyway. She did love him. More than she cared to admit, though she wasn’t even saying it in the way she wished she could. She was also in fact leaving. A farewell such as her simple “bye” was solely the product of her being well mannered. So, “Love you, bye!” was not a big deal. She said it all the time. Not to him, but she was hoping she could start.

“Say it again.” She stopped in her tracks but didn’t turn to face him. “Bye?” Did he not hear it the first time? “No.” Confused, she turned on her heel and faced her potions partner with a questioning raised eyebrow. They didn’t often need words to communicate, she wondered why hers mattered now. “The other part.” Draco wasn’t rolling his eyes, he wasn’t teasing or honestly confused. He had an expression on his face she couldn’t quite figure out. A slight frown caused subtle wrinkles in between his eyebrows. She wished she could kiss it all away. She smiled at the thought before remembering what was actually the “other part” of her send-off. “I love you?” Now her own eyebrows were creased, she didn’t quite understand what he wanted, but still, she just couldn’t shake the smile off her face. Maybe she just liked how these three little words rolled so easily off her tongue. They felt so loud against the otherwise silent library. She could only hope he liked hearing it as much as she loved saying it.

Lost in her thoughts, she barely caught how he let his head fall back and sighed. It wasn't really from relief. It felt more like contentment, satisfaction… pleasure. She just watched, Pansy long forgotten, as he ran his hand down his face and said, “C’mere.” And she did. As she came closer to his seat she looked around. Empty. They were completely alone in the library and her heart started to beat just a tad faster. “Draco…” He closed his eyes again. Savouring the sound. “Fuck… I never knew I’d love hearing my own name so bad.” She took another step. “Draco…” It was barely a whisper, a question, though she did not know which one exactly she was asking. He kept his eyes closed, even as he felt her knees hit his. “Dra-” “Say it again.” A smile couldn’t help but creep up her face. “Which part?” Opening his eyes, he rested his hands on the back of her thighs. “All of it.” He looked up at her, not used to such a vulnerable position. Yet, here he was, putty in her hands, begging to hear simple words, without even caring if they were true. She smiled and put her hands through his hair. Maybe it was the fact that they were already in such a compromising position or maybe it was just the opportunity that shutting his eyes again gave her. She wouldn’t have to hide the smile, or the blush, or the overall expression on her face that gave away how much she was truly enjoying it all. “I love you, Draco.” He didn’t open his eyes. He truly believed he would never again be able to. Not after hearing an angel speak of love and uttering the name of constellations without ever mentioning the night sky. He experienced the divine and couldn’t simply go back to a hardly enjoyable existence, where her hands weren’t in his hair and his own name wasn’t such ear-candy. He rested his forehead on her torso, just in front of him. It felt so easy, they were just so close, in every sense of the word. Barely lowering her head, she whispered in his ear, “I love you. I love you, Draco.”

How did they get there? Where along the way did longing stares and brush of hands become holding of thighs, caressing of hair, and deeply sincere “I love yous”? It didn’t really matter, all these questions about how and why and where and when. It was already happening and it felt so much better than any stolen glances and sleepless nights.

So, she said it again. “Draco, I love you.” “Yeah…” “I love you, Draco.” “Again…” “I love you.” “Mmm hmm…” That was all he could manage. He was basking in the affection he’d always dreamed of. He was high on it. Hooked on it. It consumed his very being. “I love you.” She’d say, kissing the top of his platinum hair. “I’ll tell you a thousand times a day if that’s what you want to hear. I’ll tell you even when you don’t ask me to.” She takes his face, guiding his gaze back to her. When he finally opens his eyes back up, he speaks before she ever gets a chance to. “I love you, Y/n.” She closes her eyes, relishing the words he had just said. “Fuck… it does sound quite good when it’s the right person saying it…”

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itstheghostofmypast · 1 year

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Draco and Y/N star gazing

Y/N: Have you ever thought how if a shooting star fell on you, you and everything around you would cease to exist.

Draco: I- what?

Y/N: I mean we already know most of these stars are dead.

Draco: Yes, but it's-

Y/N: Like are we glorifying staring at the dead? Is this romantic, staring at the potential end that looms above us as a nightly reminder of our mortality-

Draco: MERLIN- Y/N WHAT KIND OF HUFFLEPUFF ARE YOU?

Y/N: Does being a Hufflepuff mean I can not state mere facts and observations?

Draco: If this is because I ate your pastry-

Y/N: It definitely is, you SADIST.

Draco: t'was delicious too, you feisty thing😏

*Watching her march away, mumbling how she'll dump him*

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hollowdeath · 4 months

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life of a hogwarts student

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sweetiebean00 · 16 days

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Of Nifflers and Magic

"Excuse me? Ominis?"

Ominis lifted his wand from where it had been skimming the pages of one of his homework assignments. The quill dropped carefully beside the sheet as he tilted his head up to the voice that spoke. It was soft, quiet and rather meek. But not unrecognizable. Breathing in the scent of parchments and ink, he played the notes of the voice over. Coming to a stop to the new fifth year Sebastian had taken under his wing, the last time he spoke to her had been when Ominis found her coming out of the Undercroft. She had spoken quick, sharp even, a protective surge probably welling inside her to save Sebastian from his wrath. She was a Hufflepuff, loyalty was strong in them.

"Yes?"

"I- I am sorry for attempting to lie to you, about the Undercroft, but I had made a promise and am not keen on breaking my word on anything." He blinked, that was not what he was expecting. Before he could speak, she continued on. "I am also sorry for taking so long to come to you and say that properly or formally, however I have also come because I know not who else would be able to help."

"You have Sebastian at your side, could you not ask him?"

It wasn't sharp, it wasn't meant to be rude. The sound of shifting fabric filled the silence, and he got the impression she was shifting on her feet. Sebastian was an excellent wizard, if he hadn't been a Slytherin, Ominis would've had him pegged as a Ravenclaw.

"I- well, I can't." She swallowed, his brows raised but before he could question she was speaking in a rush. Her voice raising in pitch. "I can't ask him this and I can't really explain it, but it is about Sebastian, and well, you are really smart, and I was wondering if you could pretty please help me?"

"Are you wanting to court him?"

It wouldn’t be the first time one of the many girls in their school had sought out Ominis to help with courting, confessions, and other such things. Unlike Anne who would either scare them off or use them to prank Sebastian, he didn’t help nor hinder them. Merely suggesting they go and talk to him themselves. Even if it always ended the same way, usually with Sebastian enjoying some time with them before one or both of them moved on.

His question earned a snort so loud it earned a very harsh shush from Madam Scribner. Ominis had no doubt the old librarian was scowling and keeping a watchful eye on them in the corner of her precious library. He waited, the silence thick as they waited for the librarian to go back to whatever it was she had been up to originally. Despite the stares he could feel gathered from the other students around them that had chosen to hide away in the library for Merlin knew what reasons.

If Ominis hadn’t known better, he’d think she was intimidated by him. That his reputation, his last name, had scared the socks off her feet. Except, he had felt the strength of her glare that night outside the Undercroft. He hadn’t needed sight to see the ferocious gleam of daggers that she sent his way, that if looks could kill he’d long since been dead. He felt it, the animosity, the protective way she had stepped between him and that damn door to send words so sharp they could’ve cut him to bits to protect his best friend. The bite to her voice, the cold timbre of apathy? He didn’t know her well, but he knew one thing for certain. There was no chance she was scared of him.

"Merlin no, he's just one of my first friends and is very protective. He figures hanging around me helps deter some unwanted peers." She breathed a laugh, before swallowing thickly. "It is about him, but uh, I can't ask him either. And before you think it's part of that… thing -it's not that either."

Ominis released a breath through his nose, his gut twisting the more she rambled. He had never thought the bright, walking ray of wild sunshine to be a nervous rambler. He could hear her fidgeting the longer he went without responding, the soft scruff and tap of her shoes against the hardwood. Her tie tapping against her chest as she no doubt pulled at the collar of her shirt, the soft thud of her braid hitting her back. He wouldn't be getting any answers to explain here, that much was clear. And despite everything, that was still his best friend. This is a... new student surrounded by peers who have already made their friends and grown up together, a person his best friend had taken in under his arm much like Sebastian had done for Ominis with Anne once. Slowly, as her words never once stopped, Ominis had gathered everything. Vanishing it all with a flick of his wand to be summoned later when he had the time to focus on his History of Magic homework.

"I will help, lead the way." Ominis paused, mind racing as a rock sank into his stomach. What... What was her name? Did he ever actually get it? Did he ever actually introduce himself?

She grinned, the rambling cut off with a breath of relief. At least he hoped it of was relief. She seemed to wait until his wand was out, the tip lighting up to help guide him through the castle. The walk was quiet, tense, and he was not expecting her to be quiet the entirety of the walk. How often he hears her voice as he wanders the halls, she was always doing something. Talking with her friends, to the portraits, humming to herself or just making some general noise if she wasn't getting up to something she wasn't. Although he hadn't witnessed her being sneaky as a secondhand person, but to be fair, she stood no chance of hiding from him that night outside the Undercroft. He remembers Sebastian earning a detention with Scribner for sneaking in with the girl, but had always assumed his friend had been his chivalric and self-sacrificing type because she had attracted Peeves attention. Now he was wondering what had really happened that night.

"I don't believe we ever properly met each other," Ominis said after a moment, hearing her steps stumble as she tripped on her own foot. In the blink of an eye, he had her arm in his hand. Catching her in time to keep her upright. "I'm Ominis, Ominis Gaunt."

"Sebastian talks of you often," She said, her tone lighter. Soft, and he had a feeling she was smiling. "I'm Celia, Celia Clyde."

"Tis a pleasure, now," He breathed a heavy sigh, earning a giggle from his traveling companion as they traversed the stairs. "What exactly has Sebastian gotten himself into this time?"

"Oh! That!" The sound of fabric rustled once more as the silence seemed to stretch. "Well, you see, it's actually rather interesting, but-"

"You're stalling, and rambling again." He snorted at her squeak, "Not that I mind, but I would rather know what I am going to be walking into."

"Yeah that-that's fair." She sighed, her steps slowing beside him as they climbed the last step. "Okay, we were dueling. I had learned a new spell and I'm rather ruddy with... this type of magic, and had been practicing it on barrels and other things. Sebastian however, said the best way to improve was to duel and use it."

Ominis could feel the start of a migraine with the way this was going, because of fucking course that was Sebastian's idea. With his free hand, he pinched the bridge of his nose. Breathing in deeply only to sigh.

“Of course he did, that idiot, I swear all he thinks about is dueling, finding a cure, and researching.”

She snorted a laugh that sounded more tense than amused, but she got points in his book for trying.

"Yes well, it was this or he was going to hunt down a couple of students it would be best he didn't hunt down."

"Hunt down?" Ominis reiterated, "Just what would cause such a thing?"

"It's... a long story, for another time." She huffed a breath, tugging on his sleeve as they walked the hall to stop in front of a blank wall. "We dueled, it worked, except now... well, this is where you come in."

The sound of stone crumbling and moving filled the hallway, and he lifted his wand to get a better picture in his mind as the completely blank and empty wall in Hogwarts... turned into a door. He blinked, but then she was walking to the door and pushing it open. The hold on his sleeve guiding him in before the door shut behind him. The Room of Requirements, no wonder she was never found in the Undercroft, Sebastian had been pitchin a fit for weeks now. Claiming Ominis had scared her off, but he wouldn't go there either if he had a sentient room.

"Because we are stuck with this otherwise, and I’d rather not."

He frowned, about to question what she had been talking about when he heard the highest, squeakist chirp-like grumble in his entire life. He grimaced, it was almost as if someone was trying to strangle or step on a cat. Or a rat was trying to sing, but was wailing instead. The sound pierced his ears, a migraine forming behind his eyes.

"Sebastian!" At the sound of her voice, it went silent. Only for furious chirping and grumbling to respond, "You put that down right now! You are not dying! Ominis is here to help-!"

More chirping.

"Is Sebastian-?"

"A niffler?" Celia huffed, the sound of struggle growing louder before she was stomping about the room. "Yes. I'm rather shite at transfiguration magic, and he wanted to try- ow! You don't need a wiggenweld!"

"So let me see if I understand correctly." Ominis pointed his wand at Sebastian, the image in his mind showing the silhouette of Celia’s short figure snatching Sebastian out of her potion's cauldron. "You've transfigured Sebastian into a niffler. And... can't turn him back?"

Furious chirping was followed by a heavy sigh, "Not particularly, no. I tried but he wouldn't stop chirping and well-"

She was interrupted by yet more chirping as the sound of water splashing made him snort at her long-suffering sigh. Despite the dire situation, he couldn't the grin on his lips. This was one way for Sebastian to actually learn more about dueling, and it did teach him a lesson. Dueling wasn't the answer to every spell-casting related problem. Walking from the doorway, Ominis hummed in thought. While he could transfigure Sebastian back, this was a learning moment for her. What better way to learn than try again?

"Maybe your intent wasn't clear?" She was silent, even Sebastian went silent at the question. Allowing himself to be snatched out of the cauldron once more as she carried him to the center of the room to meet Omnis in the middle. "Here, Sebastian, behave. Celia, set him down and really mean the spell to turn him into his true form. If it doesn't work, I'll take care of him and we can give you proper practice that won't lead to... this."

"You want me... to try again?"

Ominis nodded, only for the silence to be broken by Sebastian throwing the most dramatic tantrum Ominis had seen of a niffler or Sebastian in general. He was grumbling and chirping up a storm. Ominis rolled his eyes, snatching Sebastian from her careful hands and placing him on the floor. He held him by the scruff of his neck, voice steady and calm.

"Don't move or I will cast arresto momentum and leave you like that for a few more days." Sebastian released an indignant chirp, but when Ominis released him he didn't move. "There, try again."

Celia took a breath and held it, he could practically feel her nerves. He heard the air whooshing around her wand, heard her mutter the words clearly under her breath. Then she was casting, and the last thing he heard was terrified chirping. A moment of silence, then all Ominis could hear was the sound of hair ruffling, and a long, low hum. A very unhappy, low hum.

"Oh no."

"Did you just turn him-"

"-into a puffskein? Yep." She popped the p, and he snorted. Earning a nervous chuckle from her. "Well, at least we know I won the duel since he can't fight back, right?"

Ominis couldn't help it, laughing so hard his stomach hurt as her own giggles joined him in the room of requirement. All the while that low hum remained and Ominis could almost hear Sebastian's cursing, his whines as he begged Ominis to please just help him. For them to stop laughing. With the flick of his wand, Ominis transfigured Sebastian back into himself.

"Oh, thank Merlin, I thought I was going to have to live in your vivariums for a moment there!"

Celia laughed harder, and while Ominis wasn't sure what a vivarium was, it did amuse him further. He couldn't hear Sebastian over their laughter, but when his loud and boisterous laugh joined in. Ominis felt peace, felt ease for the first time since Anne got cursed and Sebastian started looking for a cure on his own. Mayhaps, the new fifth year wasn't walking trouble like he had thought.

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Throw me into the Tempest: Ch.2

Notes: This is still dedicated to @sallowslady 💛

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader (Hufflepuff)

Genre: Drama/Angst/Fluff // Words: 6.2k // [Read on AO3]

Synopsis: Your best friend is a sweetheart and you would do anything to protect her. Yet when you get to know her boyfriend, there is little you can do against those feelings he invokes in you.

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You hadn't planned to fall in love with your best friend's boyfriend – and you certainly hadn't planned on ending up in a cabin on the beach with him during a roaring thunderstorm. But here you were.

After that first unexpected, yet highly desired kiss, you had made your way to the cabin, both of you soaked and cold and shivering as the heavy rain showed no mercy, the raging winds dragged at your clothes and hair, and thunder and lightning guided your way to the tiny stone house right next to the cliff. You had your arm around Sebastian's waist and he held you close to his body, his warmth the only thing keeping you sane during the raging tempest. Though it wasn't just the weather that kept you on your toes.

There was turmoil within your mind, guilt and regret fought in a fierce battle against your own needs and wishes, and there was no way to tell who had the upper hand. It was a constant conflict and it only halted once you reached the cabin, stepped inside, and when Sebastian closed the door behind you, shutting out the storm, your own mind went silent as well as you met his dark gaze.

You'd shared those gazes before over the last weeks, whenever you would find yourself on either side of your best friend Adelaide, yet you never knew he would be as conflicted as you were about the situation. But that kiss just now had spoken volumes. And the way he now looked at you made your legs tremble even more as you stood, cold and shivering, in the tiny cabin, surrounded by the green glow of one of Ignatia Wildsmith's Floo flames.

You were both out of breath, both deep in thought over whatever was happening between you. It was when the stone face would suddenly speak that you came back to reality for a little bit.

“Quite the weather we're having, isn't it?” the enchanted bust quipped happily and you both stared at Ignatia Wildsmith with wide eyes.

While your heart was pounding inside your chest and you felt that the guilt and shock of potentially being discovered was winning your internal battle for the moment, it was Sebastian who walked towards the Floo flame, raised his wand and muttered: “Silencio.” You saw the stone face's mouth move and her eyes widen, but no more words came from her. He then unclasped his drenched robes and hung them right over the bust, possibly to dry them out, but equally keeping the nosy witch from interrupting you again – and witnessing what would possibly be happening next.

When he turned back to you, he started unbuttoning his soaked green blazer. “You should get out of those clothes or you'll really catch a cold,” he told you casually, even though you heard the undertone of his low voice. The implications.

Yet you had no idea what to do. You were frozen to the spot, your mind racing, your heart beating even faster, and all you could do was watch him undress in front of you. Before he got rid of his shirt though, he walked towards you, and without any warning he grabbed your face once more and pressed his lips to yours. You were too shocked to react properly, too shocked or stunned or rendered unable to do anything under the intensity of his kiss.

So you stopped fighting against it. Because who were you kidding? You had imagined this since the day you had first met him and even though it had turned out that he was the boyfriend of your best friend, you had never been able to shut out those thoughts entirely. In the haze of your mind you also told yourself that it had been him who had made the first step. He had kissed you first. It wasn't your fault. It was a lame excuse, yet frankly, you couldn't care less in this very moment.

And so you raised your hands and grabbed the back of his head and deepened the kiss, finally indulging in those fantasies that had kept you awake at night for quite a while now. You felt his hands on the front of your robes, and while your tongue moved against his, your robes were slipping off your shoulders before his fingers fidgeted with your tie and then the buttons of your blazer.

You ended up stumbling through the tiny cabin, leaving a trail of drenched clothes as he rid you of your blazer, vest and tie, before you came to sit on the rather uncomfortable camp bed in the corner, him with his shirt wide open and yours half-way undone, his hands all over your back, cold clammy fingers slipping past the hem of your shirt, causing you to shiver deeply, while your hands dug into his wet locks as you kept kissing each other as if nothing else mattered.

There really was nothing holding you back any more when you clambered onto his lap, straddling him with your skirt riding up dangerously, while you kept your mouth glued to his, the heat of the moment too overwhelming to notice anything else. Your head was blissfully empty as his hands moved down your lower back and along the curves of your rear until they practically vanished beneath the thick fabric, pushing your skirt up even more as he caressed your thighs through the thin layer of your undergarments.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, brushing against his with every frantic breath as your fingers scraped over his scalp. You felt light-headed and barely registered the surrounding noises of the storm any more, you didn't even flinch when thunder cracked in the distance, all you felt were his lips on yours, his tongue invading your mouth, his warm breath doing its best to keep the cold at bay.

Sebastian, however, seemed still more attentive than you, because suddenly he let go of your thighs, grabbed your shoulders and spun you around, before he harshly pulled his lips away from you and stood up, his fingers darting to the front of his unbuttoned shirt.

Only then did you notice the cold air drafting into the cabin and the door that had been ripped wide open. In the doorway stood a tall, dark man, and when you realized it was Solomon Sallow, you froze and felt the coldest shiver yet running down your spine. You stood as well and gathered your clothes, pressing them frantically to your chest, while you tried to calm your heart.

The man didn't say a single word, just threw his dark gazes around, and while you were busy putting on your drenched clothes and trying to pretend that absolutely nothing had happened, you heard a cry of relief before you saw a tiny girl entering the cabin, her blonde hair stuck to her forehead as she made her way towards Sebastian, who had indeed managed to button his shirt and caught Adelaide with wide eyes as she threw herself at him.

“I was so worried,” she wailed and pushed her face into his chest, while he hugged her back hesitantly, his gaze slowly moving towards you. You swallowed hard and looked away, continuing to get dressed again. You could blame the storm for the sorry state of your hair and your flushed face, and the cold for the shaking of your limbs, but your swollen lips and breathlessness would be harder to explain. Luckily your best friend didn't pay you any attention as she lay in the arms of her boyfriend.

“You should head back to Hogwarts now,” you heard the gruff voice of Solomon as he grabbed Sebastian's robes off the face of the Floo lady with two fingers. Luckily he didn't notice her moving, but silenced lips, or simply didn't care much about it.

You realized then that he certainly knew what had been going on, yet you were glad he was too stoic to talk about it. Which didn't make it any better though. You felt awful, the knot inside your stomach clenched painfully, even more so when you looked over to where Sebastian was still holding sobbing Adelaide, who must have been worried out of her mind when you hadn't returned with him to the cottage.

She was too innocent for her own good and too oblivious to notice the gaze you exchanged with the Slytherin boy. As you felt your own tears rising behind your lashes, you looked away and turned towards the Floo flame. “I'll see you at school,” you told them as you grabbed the Floo powder. You didn't wait for any reaction or reply, you just threw the powder into the flame, stated your destination and then stepped into the green flames engulfing you.

The travel was as gut-wrenching as your guilt, and as you returned to your common room that night, you made a beeline for the bathroom, soaked in the tub for longer than was necessary and tried but failed to forget about those truly unforgettable lips. When you went to your dorm room afterwards, Lenora and Poppy were already asleep, and when you spotted Adelaide getting ready for bed, you couldn't even face her when you slipped into your pyjamas and then under the covers, faking a sneeze to make it more believable that you were unable to talk to her that night.

The next day you still couldn't look into her round face, even though you tried your best to play along, blaming your puffy eyes and sore throat on the weather you had found yourself in yesterday, when in reality you had spent most of the night crying your eyes out, trying to cope with what had happened and what you had done. It got even worse when you walked to class with her and suddenly saw Sebastian in front of you. You felt your heart breaking all over again when she would hug him and laugh with him and he would behave as if absolutely nothing had happened.

He didn't even acknowledge your presence most of the time. You felt the cold stab of jealousy all day long, having to witness those two together in class and out of it. Not that it would have mattered to either of them, but you excused yourself when they were heading to the library and decided to wallow in your sorrow on your own time, or rather under the blanket of your bed. Which you did for a while, before you finally managed to push through and focus on school work. Or so you hoped.

And because fate was a cruel mistress, as soon as you reached Central Hall, you saw the blonde Hufflepuff and the Slytherin boy leaving the library, sharing a goodbye kiss and then departing into opposite directions. You hid behind a statue and let Adelaide pass you by unnoticed, before you'd had it and went straight after Sebastian. You caught up with him on his way to his common room.

“Sebastian!” you called to him and you saw him stiffen before he turned around and faced you. “Can we talk?”

He motioned you to follow him down a smaller corridor and once you did and you came to stand in front of him, you felt your heart beating faster and the knot in your stomach tightening. He just raised his eyebrows questioningly, letting you lead the talk you so desperately needed to conduct.

You inhaled deeply. “What we did –” you started and looked up at him, feeling new tears burning inside your eyes. “What we almost did –”

“Yes, almost,” he chimed in and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Nothing happened. No harm done.”

“No harm done?” you repeated shrilly, glaring at him, feeling your insides convulse in a mixture of rage and disappointment. “We kissed!” you whisper-yelled. “And you felt me up...”

“So?” he asked, his voice a tad too neutral for your liking.

“So? You have a girlfriend!” you hissed, your voice shaking badly. “Who happens to be my best friend! And... and you're my friend too... and now we –”

“Stop!” he said firmly and dropped his arms, looking at you darkly. “Nothing happened,” he repeated. “Stop stressing about it. Let's just... forget about it, okay?”

Your mouth fell open at that, while your heart shattered into a million pieces. You didn't know what you had expected of this talk, but certainly not this. Feeling your lips trembling, in the bad way, you swallowed hard and when the first tear rolled down your cheek, you quickly wiped it away, averting your gaze. “I don't know if I can...” you whispered, staring at the ground.

“You'll have to,” he said coldly, only making it worse. “We'll have to. You were right, I have a girlfriend and she doesn't deserve this. It was... a mistake.”

You heard his words and they cut through your already shattered heart without mercy, immediately numbing you. Without blinking, without looking at him one more time, you turned around and walked away, slowly, as if in a trance, your breaths forcibly deep, as you clenched your hands into fists and an icy shiver rushed through your limbs.

Forcing yourself not to think about it any more, you somehow made it back to the Hufflepuff common room, your body shaking from the emotions trying to burst free. Yet as soon as you saw your bed and the blanket you wanted to hide under, you realized that you couldn't do that. If you allowed yourself to wallow in your pain, it would only make it so much worse.

So you turned around yet again and went straight to the Clock Tower. It was dark and no member of Crossed Wands was to be seen, so you had all the training dummies to yourself. The pendulum moved lazily back and forth, making the air vibrate eerily in its wake, as you pelted the enchanted dummies with all the spells you knew, slow at first, then more and more enraged, until you were screaming your spells and the force of your unhinged magic would shatter everything around you.

You had no idea for how long you did this, but when all the dummies were lying shattered on the floor in front of you, smashed and dismembered and broken into tiny pieces, you fell to your knees, breathless and exhausted, sweat on your forehead. Your wand hand was shaking badly, and when the first tears came streaming down your face, you just let them flow until they dropped off your chin and onto the stone floor beneath you.

Crying quietly at first, you soon let your rage and sorrow get the better of you and wallowed loudly, your voice echoing off the high walls, sounding like the wails of a banshee. As you let it all out, you found yourself breathing heavily, feeling numb and completely spent, but strangely enough also a little bit relieved. Leaning back on your arms, you looked up at the darkness of the Clock Tower above you and inhaled deeply, calming down with every beating of your slowly recovering heart.

It wasn't fully recovering, but the shattered pieces tentatively moved closer together again as you realized how silly and pathetic it was to cry over a boy like this. It had been a nice kiss, a nice moment being so close to him, but that was about it. It was not worth all those tears you had shed and the anger and the guilt you were feeling. You had to move on, somehow, resume your friendship with Adelaide and ignore the boy at her side. You just had to. There was no other way.

And so you forced yourself onwards, back to your common room, into your bed, hoping to start the next day as if nothing had happened. Luckily you had enough school work and extra assignments to keep you busy and talking with Adelaide became easier and easier as the day went on. You did your best to avoid any contact with Sebastian whatsoever and forced yourself to simply ignore him now. It was better that way.

Yet as oblivious and innocent as the blonde Hufflepuff was, she quickly picked up on the fact that her boyfriend and her best friend weren't talking any more. It was rather conspicuous now that you thought about it. At first you tried to convince her that she was seeing things, telling her you were just too busy with school work and those extra assignments, and luckily you were indeed also quite involved with helping Professor Fig unravel the ancient magic mystery, so whenever she would invite you to spend time with her and Sebastian, you excused yourself quickly.

Another week or two passed and you maintained your friendship with Adelaide, merely thanks to your seating and sleeping arrangement, the only times you had her all to yourself, away from the doe-eyed boy that you told yourself to ignore during the day, yet come night you would still often think and dream about him. Because you just couldn't help it after all.

You simply couldn't forget the way he had kissed you in that storm, all those raw emotions, the longing and hunger and desperation, the need and the comfort, and the more you thought about it, the less painful his words afterwards became because you deliberately chose to push them far away as if he'd never even said them.

Somehow you were able to look at him again, at least in those moments you thought you were alone and no one, not even him, would notice your stares. Whenever you would sit with Adelaide and he would join you, you'd give him a short nod and tried to be civil, yet as you still couldn't quite control your emotions or the blush of your cheeks, you avoided making eye contact when your best friend was around.

Halloween came, and after the splendid feast, the fifth-years decided to continue the festivities in your common room, because you had the most food around and also because most Hufflepuffs wouldn't be caught dead in the hallways after curfew.

So you found yourself surrounded by a bunch of Gryffindors: Natty, Leander and Garreth, the latter had even brought some of his brews to the party most were a little reluctant to try. Then there were a bunch of Ravenclaws, Everett, Andrew, Samantha and even Amit, who was more focused on the cats of the common room than socialising though. And amongst all your classmates, only one Slytherin was present, because apparently the snakes had their own party in the dungeons and most of them seemed to prefer their own house's company.

Most, except one brunet who sat next to Adelaide, trying to focus on the ghost story Arthur was telling, while his brown eyes wandered over to where you were sitting on more than one occasion. You tried to ignore Sebastian as best as you could, forcing conversations with Natty or Samantha, but you still felt your cheeks blush deeply under the permanent stares from across the room.

When it got late, most of your classmates were invited to stay in the dormitories for the night, because as much as most Hufflepuffs wouldn't be caught dead outside during curfew, they didn't want their friends to get into trouble for them either, so all the fifth-years found a place amongst the couches or lying on the floor next to their classmates' beds.

Adelaide had fallen asleep on a couch near the fireplace, with you sitting in front of it, staring into the flames, while her boyfriend sat next to her sleeping form, holding her feet.

“We should take her to bed,” you heard him say quietly, the first words you exchanged that night. You didn't look at him, but nodded, knowing that the couch might look cosy, but was nothing compared to one's own bed.

You stood and stretched, a deep sigh escaping you, and when you turned to the couch, you noticed Sebastian staring at you, his jaw set, but his eyes blazing. You blinked and quickly focused on your sleeping best friend. Before you could do anything, he had scooped her up into his arms and was about to walk towards the stairs leading to your dormitory, before he stopped and turned his head to you.

“I won't be able to get up there, right?” he remarked.

“Of course not,” you replied and stood next to him, unable to not look at his profile – or the way his muscles moved under the sleeves of his jumper. “Let me take her.”

“You sure you can handle it?”

You scoffed, drawing your wand. “I am sure,” you declared and used the Levitation charm to gently lift her from his arms. “I'm a witch, remember? Stop underestimating me!” You didn't know why you said that, but it slipped out nonetheless.

“I never did,” he replied, watching you closely.

You threw him a heated gaze, feeling all the emotions bubble up all over again, but before it could get any worse, you turned to the stairs. “I'll take it from here. Good night, Sebastian.”

He didn't say anything when you started climbing the stairs, levitating your best friend in front of you. Your breath quickened, not from the exertion, but from how he failed to respond, how he just stood there at the bottom of the stairs, looking up. You tried to ignore the aching of your heart and quickly made your way to your room.

Inside you found a few more snoring girls than usual. After you brought Adelaide to her bed, you noticed that yours was taken by Natty and Samantha was lying in a pile of blankets next to Lenora's bed, all of the girls were sound asleep. Sighing quietly, you opted to find a couch downstairs.

When you returned to the common room, you stopped in your tracks as you saw the figure pacing in front of the exit. There was no one else around, the boys seemed to have retreated to their dormitory as well. For a moment you didn't know what to do. It was just you and Sebastian now, alone for the first time since he broke your heart.

Feeling it thundering away in your chest now, slightly fixed, but still damaged, you inhaled deeply and decided to ignore him further as you headed straight for the secret room next to the fireplace where you knew a very comfy armchair was waiting to be slept in. But as soon as you entered the small space, ready to burrow yourself in for the night, a hand grabbed the hidden door and suddenly another body pressed in behind you.

You spun around with a gasp and looked up at Sebastian, who slowly pulled the door shut behind him. “What are you doing?” you breathed, feeling his body heat radiating off him as he stood very close to you.

“Fixing a mistake,” he said quietly, his low voice vibrating through your body.

You frowned at the word and felt your insides clenching up. “Which one?” you asked pointedly, trying to hold his gaze, with all the heat rushing into your cheeks.

He gave you a half-hearted smirk. “Good question, the list is rather long, eh?”

Scoffing at him, you turned away and towards the armchair behind you. Yet you didn't sit down. The room felt cramped now and you could barely breathe through the scent of baked goods and sweets lingering in the air.

“Listen, I know you're hurting... and I'm sorry...” you heard him say behind you as you focused on a plate of cupcakes, mindlessly poking at the colourful icing. You stopped with your index finger deep inside the soft cream coating.

“I'm not hurting!” you protested without looking at him.

“Come on, I've seen the state of the Crossed Wands dummies, I know that was you. Lucan was devastated by the way...”

“Well, I hate being called a mistake...” you muttered under your breath. “I had to let it out...”

“You are not a mistake,” he whispered and you felt him walking closer. “What we did was.”

You spun around then, staring at him, cream dripping from your finger as you pointed it at his chest. “So you still think so? Then why are you here?” you spat at him, unable to keep your voice down.

“How we handled it was a mistake, how... I handled it,” he clarified quietly, looking down at you with warm eyes. “I don't regret the kiss...” he added under his breath as he looked at your finger for a moment.

You glared at him, your expression slowly softening. “But you said it was wrong...”

“You said we shouldn't be doing this to Addy,” he corrected. “And I agreed because I thought you meant it.” He tilted his head. “But you never meant it, did you?”

You felt your cheeks burning up even more, your breaths slightly more shallow as your heart was flooded with all those emotions. The urge to touch him was as strong as the urge to flee. You were conflicted all over again.

He watched you patiently, his eyes wandering over your face. “Well, do you?” he asked after a long moment of heated silence.

Inhaling deeply, you squared your shoulders, dropping your hand to your side. “What about you?” you threw his question back at him. “Since you only seemed to have agreed with me for my sake, what do you really think? Are you okay with doing this to Addy?”

“Doing what exactly?” he teased in a whisper and took a step closer to you, towering over you, his hand brushing against yours as he moved his fingers over your sticky fingertip. You felt your heart beating even faster.

“Repeating a mistake...” you whispered.

“I'm okay with it,” he then said and raised his free hand to caress your cheek with the back of his finger. “Are you?”

You swallowed hard. The anger and remorse and doubts and turmoil that had settled in your gut over the last weeks seemed to slowly fade away, no, not slowly, it was all gone the moment he leaned closer to you, the moment his eyes bored into yours, the moment his hand cupped your cheek and pulled you towards him.

“I...” you started, your lips parted and trembling, your mind suddenly fuzzy. The thick air of the room got to you, or maybe it was his hot breath on your lips that made your head spin. “Sebastian... we...”

“Yes, we,” he repeated, his nose nuzzling against yours as he leaned even closer. “There is something between us, I know you feel it too. I was trying to ignore it, for Adelaide's sake, but...” You watched him, holding your breath as you listened intently. “You know, I like her, I really do, she helped me a lot over the last months, she was there, she listened, but when I met you... there was a different kind of connection.”

You felt a shiver running down your spine as he raised his other hand to push a strand of your hair behind your ear before both of his hands held your face, his own so close you could count every single freckle on it. But you only stared into his brown eyes, lost in their warmth, with his words sinking deep into your soul.

“Every time I see you, I want to hold you, touch you, feel you close,” he whispered, his low voice sending goosebumps down your skin. “I want to taste you again... I want to forget everything with you...”

A soft gasp escaped your throat as you took a shuddering breath. You saw the corner of his mouth twitching upwards slightly. His confession left you speechless, you had no idea what to think, how to handle this, how to move on. You wanted all of it too, but the image of your best friend was still etched in the back of your mind.

“Tell me you want it too,” he said quietly as he tilted his head slightly, his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and stared at him. “Tell me you won't push me away again,” you whispered hoarsely.

“I never pushed you away,” he replied. “And I never will. I'm all in,” he added and you could feel the warmth of his tongue as he licked his lips. “I am all in, if you are as well.”

For a short moment, you closed your eyes and thought about it, but whatever your mind came up with was silenced and suppressed by the desire clawing at your heart. As your eyes fluttered open again, a jerk rushed through your body and in the same motion, your lips moved against his, finally connecting.

When your hands found the front of his jumper, he had already replied the sudden gesture and pressed his mouth to yours with a loud exhale, his hands guiding your face with a tight grip as he kissed you back with fervour.

“I... I'm in...” you breathed against his lips as you leaned back slightly to catch your breath. His eyes sparkled in the dim light of the room before you felt him smiling against you.

Soon you had forgotten all your previous hardships, all your doubts. Any guilt or other conflicting emotion was pushed aside quickly, to be burrowed under the ever-growing need to be close to Sebastian.

You found yourself stumbling through the small room, knocking over piles of books and almost causing a giant stack of plates to crash. Hands and limbs entangled, you managed to make it to the armchair, your lips still glued to his, your fingers digging into his jumper as his dug into your hair. The air around you got even stuffier as your heavy breaths mingled.

When he let himself fall into the chair and quickly pulled you onto his lap, giving you the tiniest moment to catch your breath, his dark eyes met yours, but there was no more doubt between you, no feelings keeping you away from each other. Leaning against him, you grabbed the back of his neck and pressed your lips to his and continued where you left off.

For the longest time all you did was kiss him, like you had imagined so many sleepless nights before, shifting on his thighs, feeling his body heat through your woollen tights, his hands eager to explore your body in search of any inch of skin beneath your various layers of clothes. When his fingers eventually slipped past the hem of your jumper and right down the waistband of your skirt, you let out a soft gasp and leaned away slightly to look at him, your lips swollen and tingling, your breaths as heavy as his.

His long fingers teased at your soft skin, resting on your lower back, dangerously close to the groove between your bum cheeks. You had no idea how he had managed to slip his hand past all those layers of fabric, yet the feeling of his warm skin on yours caused you to shiver deeply, and frankly it concerned you a little.

“Should I stop?” he asked quietly, his voice hoarse and lower than usual, the sound vibrating in your ear deliciously.

You shook your head. “No, just...” you started, biting your trembling lip. “Promise me you won't tell me this was a mistake tomorrow.”

He watched you closely, red spots dancing on his freckled cheeks. “I promise,” he said. “If you promise me the same. No doubts, okay? We're in this together now...”

“Are we?”

Sebastian tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. “I believe we are, you said so!” he replied, sounding almost a little hurt.

You gave him a soft chuckle, your finger tracing the line of his jaw. “I said so and I mean it, I do! I promise!” you clarified and leaned closer to press a soft kiss to his warm cheek. “I've wanted this for so long... long before I knew you were Addy's –”

“Don't say it!” he warned, his free hand moving up to cover your mouth. “I'll talk to her. I'll end it. I –”

You grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand down. “No! Don't tell her!”

He stared at you. “You'd rather go behind her back? Keep this all a secret?”

“I don't want to hurt her,” you whispered, lowering your gaze as you shifted on his lap. “I... I know what a broken heart feels like. I don't want her to feel the same...”

His hand grabbed your chin and made you look at him. “And doing this behind her back is better? She'll get hurt either way! We should tell her sooner than later, otherwise it'll only get worse,” he said darkly, his brown eyes boring into yours.

“I don't want to lose her...” you muttered, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

He gave you a sigh and a sympathetic look. “I'm afraid that is no longer up to you...” he whispered. “Perhaps, if you're honest with her, she'll remain your friend, but –”

Your turn to sigh deeply. “I really can't have both? I mean, I'm sharing a dorm with her! I need to get along with her –”

“So be honest with her!”

“Have you met girls before in your life, Sebastian? I grew up with three female cousins and we got along great, we would have died for each other, but as soon as two of them started to like the same boy, they had turned into furies and couldn't decide soon enough who to throw off a cliff first! Girls can be ravenous creatures when boys get involved, believe me. They'd throw me out of the dorm room immediately! And I can't sleep in this chair for the rest of my education!”

He raised an eyebrow as he listened to you. “That's quite the pickle you found yourself in, huh?” he commented. “You want to go back on our agreement then?” he offered with a frown, slowly retrieving his hand from under your skirt.

You grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “No. I want this,” you said firmly. “But... I need time to think about what to tell Adelaide. Please.”

“So you expect me to keep up the facade of being her boyfriend? You'd be okay with that?” He watched you closely.

You inhaled deeply and nodded. “I have to be, and I will be, because I know that I... can do the same things with you, maybe even more,” you whispered, licking your lips. “I mean, from what I've seen, your relationship was rather tame, wasn't it?”

He snorted. “Addy is a very sheltered girl, yes,” he replied with a smirk. “You not so much, eh?”

You poked his chest playfully. “Perhaps that is why you like me?” you teased, before leaning back, your eyes a little wider. “You do like me, right?”

Sebastian barked a laugh that was almost a little too loud for the quiet room. “I have my hand on your bum, I think I do, yes,” he whispered and winked at you, his fingers slipping down the curve of your body once more.

You blushed deeply and shook your head in a mixture of indignation and embarrassment, but also slightly amused. “So you won't tell her until I'm ready to tell her then?” you asked quietly. He nodded.

“I'm a Slytherin, I'm good at keeping secrets,” he told you with a smile.

“Well, I'm a Hufflepuff and I suck at being a loyal friend, so there's that,” you sighed. You felt his free hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your skin.

“You have other redeeming qualities, love,” he said quietly. You scoffed at that and looked away, your eyes wandering through the small room.

With a sudden chuckle you leaned away from him a little to grab one of the cupcakes off a nearby table. “You're right, I love food, that counts for something, right?” you said with a smirk and brought the pastry to your lips, your eyes on him as you let your tongue swipe over the icing.

He watched you with his eyes darkening immediately, and before you knew it, he leaned in and took a big bite of the small cake, his mouth covered in cream and crumbs. But as you laughed at him, he quickly grabbed the back of your neck and brought your mouth to his, sharing his stolen bite with you. You gasped and giggled, showering his face with frantic pecks until the last crumb was gone, before you deepened the kiss, tasting the rest of the sweet in his mouth.

You breathed loudly against each other, quickly lost in the sensation of the other's lips once more, and when the half-eaten cupcake fell from your hand, you couldn't care less. Maybe you didn't love food as much as you thought, maybe you liked kissing boys more, especially the forbidden kind.

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End notes: Two snogging scenes in one chapter because the last one was just a teaser. I believe we are past the awkward introduction phase and now the smut can commence, I hope.

So I do feel bad for poor little Adelaide, I gotta admit, so much gaslighting and betrayal, she deserves better! But we need the drama! And it had to be her. Sorry.

@sallowslady (and anyone who'd like to contribute): I'd love some suggestions for future drama, like close run-ins, awkward snogging locations, how to deal with Adelaide, etc. - please? :D

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November Prompt 29: Fairytale

Words: 605 | Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

In this very moment, everything has become one gigantic blur. It’s as if you’re standing on the outside looking in, watching a soft filtered version of the life you’d always dreamt of. Draco seems more boyish in a way, though you two are just at the peak of everything. Draco swirling you around the ball felt otherworldly, then running through the corridors with him after breaking free from your groups of friends felt like that scene you watch in fairytales. The part where the princess runs off with her prince, hair blowing and dress flowing a trail behind the two. That’s what it feels like now, like freedom, like a fairytale.

Giggling under the floorboard of the Astronomy Tower, your warm hands caress both sides of Draco’s face. Whatever he’d been saying up to this point comes to a halt when your eyes finally meet in the starlit space.

Soft words, “kiss me,” spill into the space between you two before your mouths collide. His hands slip into your hair, massaging through the curls that fall from your hair pins before caressing your jawline.

The space is filled with old furniture, dusty dust covers cling to their silhouettes with twisted gold ribbons to keep them in place. Everything here seems to have been abandoned, but it couldn’t be cozier than the openness just several feet above.

Draco’s lips press into your collarbone, squeezing a soft giggle from your lips. He didn’t do this often, the privacy of your robes usually made it difficult, so you allow yourself to drift into the pleasure. His platinum locks are pillowy against your palms and your eyes roll back as the kiss travels towards your neck and jawline.

“You’re beautiful, so beautiful,” he groans against you before falling from your grasp completely.

Your eyes flutter open, readjusting to the faintly moonlit undercover. When you look for him, you find him still in front of you, eyes on you as always, but butterflies swirl in the pit of your stomach at the sight of him on one knee, still looking as boyish and young as ever.

“I think I’ve known since I first laid eyes upon you, but it’s become more evident in all the nights we’ve spent here together that I want to be with no one other than you, Y/n. Before I never seen myself anywhere, but I’ve never been happier, genuinely happier than I am when I have you near or when you’re in my arms… and I just love you so much,” he half laughs, half scoffing at his own dramatics. “I just… I know we haven’t even graduated yet, you haven’t even seen the world, but will you marry me?”

Draco pulls a small emerald box from a hole in the floorboard and you wonder how long it’s been there. All these nights you’ve shared above on the deck, watching the stars and just giggling together and enjoying each other’s presence had led to this. And even if you’d traveled the world a million times and were twenty years older, you can’t imagine finding someone that means as much as Draco does to you. So, head over heels in love, you plop down on your knees in your silky white dress and nod as hot tears stream down your cheeks.

“Of course,” you laugh through burning tears and rush your arms around him, never wanting to let him go.

And when you finally let him breathe, he slips the gold banded diamond and emerald ring onto your finger and everything feels perfect and magical, just like it does when the princess finds her prince in the fairytales.

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You miss their face •ᴗ•

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slut4slytherinss · 6 months

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up to 2k words I promise it’s about done!

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starzioo · 2 months

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𝐂.𝐃 ❦ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘.

This is a fluff 2pt. series of Cedric Diggory! This is the first time you two met, it takes place in the goblet of fire!

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"Y/N!" "Y/N! WAKE UP!" You groggily open your eyes to see Hermione yelling at you. "Five more minutes Mione!" "No! Molly said breakfast is done and to get you down there now!" "Ehhh, ok" you said still half asleep. "Now, excuse me, I must wake Harry and Ron." As you finally get up, you get dressed and do your hair. You come down the stairs to see the table filled with possibly the most amazing breakfast ever. "Well finally! Hermione and I have been trying to get you up for almost an hour now!" Molly shouts at you. "Now eat! Quickly!" You immediately grabbed a plate and started grabbing all the good bacon pieces. Just when you were about to eat a piece, someone snatches it out of your hand. You turn around to see Fred and George splitting up the piece and eating it. "Are you serious? There's literally like a million other pieces on the table, why mine?" You say annoyed. "Yours looked better!" They both say in sync. "Good god it's too early for this." You say putting your hand on your head. They laugh and sit at the table. "Good morning Weaslys!" Athur Weasly says coming in the front door. "Y/n, how are you this morning?" Athur says sitting down across from you. "Good." You say yawning. "What's up with her?" Athur whispers to Fred and George. "Not a morning person." they say in sync laughing a bit. "Well, are the boys up yet?" Arthur asks. "Hermione is getting them up right now" Fred says. "She's been trying all morning." George says laughing.

TIME SKIP TO WHEN THEY LEAVE THE HOUSE

"Where are we even going?" Hermione asks. "Yeah dad! where are we going?" Ron asks. "Haven't the foggiest. Keep up!" Arthur says. After a couple more minutes of walking you hear a booming voice says "Arthur! It's about time son!" "Sorry Amos, some of us had a sleepy start." Arthur says looking back at you, Ron, and Harry. "This is Amos Diggory everyone! Works with me at the ministry!" Suddenly a golden haired boy jumps down from the tree above. "This strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?" Says Arthur. "Yes sir." Cedric says with a warm smile shaking his hand. You, Hemione, and Ginny all look at each other smiling. "Well that definitely woke me up." You say to Hermione smiling, she laughs. As you all continue walking, you trip over a tree branch causing everything in your bag to fall out. "Hey you okay?" a tender voice says, you look up to Cedric offering you a hand. "Yeah I'm fine." You say smiling a bit, grabbing your things out of the leafs. He helps you up and you two start to walk together. "So do you know where we are going anyways?" You say. "Uh I don't wanna spoil it." Cedric says softly laughing. "Hey I never caught your name?" Cedric says "Oh sorry, it's Y/n." "That's pretty." He says smiling. "Oh, thank you." You say a bit flushed. "You go to Hogwarts, right?" He asks. "Yeah.." You say a bit confused. "What house are you in?" "Oh, Slytherin...heh" You say a bit embarrassed because of the reputation your house has. "What? Never would I have expected you to be in Slytherin?" He says confused. "Yeahh I don't know, I've always thought it was a mistake with the hat or something. I don't really like the other people in my house; they're all just a bit stuck up, anyways what house are you in?" "Hufflepuff, I couldn't really imagine myself in any other house I feel like it suits me, you know?" he says softly. "It certainly does." You say slightly smiling at him. As you two walk you both continue to get to know each other. Suddenly the group stops. "You seemed to have brightened up quickly!" Fred whispers to you teasingly. "Shut it." you say glaring at him. "Where are we?" you say as you try to get to the front of the group. "An old boot? We walked all this way to a boot?" You say to Cedric un-impressed, he laughs. "Not just any boot Y/n it's a port key." He said smiling. "Yes! Correct you are Cedric! Okay now! Everyone put their hand on the boot!" Arthur says happily. Making sure you have all your stuff you put your hand on the boot, immediately you feel another hand on top of yours. You look up to see Cedric slightly smiling at you, then suddenly you are transported to a camp sight of some sort. "This my friends is the Quidditch World Cup!" Arthur says raising his hands. Your face immediately lit up "Arthur are you serious?" You say excitedly, you run up and hug him. "Why's she so excited?" Cedric asks George. "She just loves quidditch" George says "She made the Slytherin team her first year you know?" Fred chimes. "Wow.." Cedric says. "So where are we staying?" You ask Arthur. "Ah yes, right this way children!" Arthur exclaims. "You know he had everyone keep this a secret from me." you say to Cedric. "You serious? If that were me, I wouldn't be able to keep my mouth shut. You see I play for Hufflepuff." He says smiling "Really?" You say excitedly, "I play for Slytherin! You know what's weird we've played against Hufflepuff countless times, and for some reason, I've never noticed you?" you questioned. "Well, we don't exactly have the strongest team.." He laughs a bit. "Well, one day I hope we can play a good game together." You say smiling at him. "Hey...by any chance would you want to go grab a butter beer with me?" Cedric asks with a nervous tone to his voice. "Yes, of course..I would love to. Let me just go get settled in at the tent then we can go okay?" "Okay...see you then," he says walking away with his father.

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Loveless P.2

Tom Riddle

Doesn't follow timeline, Part 3??

Warnings: Toxic relationship, cursing, angst, bittersweetish

Word count: 2162

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You did not, in fact, go back.

To your surprise you kept your promise and blocked Tom from your mind, for all you knew he was dead. It took a lot to not go back to him, but after that night you knew you had enough of his neglect. You decided to start off fresh and move out into the city. You went back to school and you were working towards a major in charms, you planned on becoming the new charms professor at Hogwarts. The headmaster had personally reached out to you after he heard the word that you were back in school.

You had also came in contact with a few of your best friends from Hogwarts. Overall you had been doing pretty well. You were living in a small one bedroom apartment with a golden retriever, Daisy. You recently bought Daisy to cure your boredom and loneliness since living alone in the city could get quite depressing. Life was good.

Until the day you heard a knock on your door, and something was telling you that something was very wrong. You had considered not opening the door but you felt drawn to whatever was behind that door. You turned the nob and nearly fell when you saw who was behind the door.

It was Tom. Looking just as handsome and majestic as before. But something was different, he seemed... you couldn't put your finger on it. But something was different, not in a bad way, but something was different from the last time you saw him. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't mad like the last time you saw him. Or maybe it was because it's been forever since the last time you saw him.

Tom seemed to be awestruck by you, he nearly dropped the bouquet of red roses in hands. He let out a shaky breath as he took you in. Even after everything, you still unknowingly looked at him with the same eyes. The same eyes when he kissed you on your wedding day, and the same eyes that would greet him everyday after work. He missed it, he missed you. He felt guilty, and he hated it. He knew you would never take him back, but he just needed closure.

Tom had found a new outlook on life on his own and he felt as if he really has changed. After you left he wholeheartedly believed that you would be back. But you never came home. You had took everything and the only thing that was left of you was the small gold framed photo of the wedding. He kept it close to him and kept the photo right on his nightstand and he would reminisce every night. He would curse himself constantly for letting you go so easily, and treating you like that.

"What are you doing here Tom," You said coldly, hoping no weakness was showing through your voice. "Who told you where I am."

"I asked around. But listen, I'm not here to convince you to get back with me," Tom said, almost cringing at the confrontation. He still wasn't used to confrontation and apologies. "I just wanted to say sorry, and that I have changed."

"Is this just another one of your manipulation antics, making me believe all that and then you snatch me up right when I'm vulnerable again," You said, your nostrils flared with rage at the thought of giving into him. "I don't know who you think I am, but I am no longer associated with you and I would like to keep it that way. I am no longer naive and I am very very conscious to the fact that you cheated one me and neglected me everyday of our marriage."

"Yes, I know that. I knew that when you didn't come back. But I swear to Merlin that I have changed and I need to apologize to you. I can't live with myself knowing that I didn't even try to make it up to you. That is why I'm here." Tom confessed, he quickly handed you the flowers and shoved his hands into his pockets so you wouldn't attempt to give it back to him. You dropped the flowers on the ground and shoved your hands into your pocket, mimicking his face.

Tom almost laughed, it reminded him so much of his days with you at Hogwarts.

"I'm in therapy now," Tom quickly confessed as you squinted at him, "I wish I had gone sooner, when you first told me to. I know you know that I had a rough childhood and I should've listened to you."

"Is that really it?" You scoffed, "Honestly, Tom, I'm really happy for you, I swear by it. I'm happy that you're not a shit stubborn bitch anymore. I'm happy that you are changing for the better and that you are finding yourself. And I know that I can't change the past, but I really wish you have done this earlier. I wish you loved me enough to change. It's the fact that the only reason why you changed was because I left, not because I was hurting while I was with you."

Tom inhales sharply, he thought that you would at least accept the apology then leave. That was the closure he wanted, and some part of him wanted you to forgive him entirely and kiss him, just like every time he fucked up during your relationship.

"I know, and I'm KNOW I am not good at apologies, but I need you to know that I have changed and I regret everything. I think about it every night, it haunts me-"

"You know what haunts me? Wasting away my life with a man who wanted nothing to do with me the moment I gave myself to him. I regret not realizing that you never loved me, I regret ignoring the red flags. I regret not seeing that you only wanted me in your possession, you didn't want me so you could love me, you never did," Tears whelmed you eyes, just like the last time you fought with him. You hated how he had this effect on you, he hated how he made you feel.

Tom noticed for the first time in your life, he noticed the effect he had on you. He noticed your furrowed brows in frustration and he noticed the tears in your eyes. He noticed your hardened jaw, and your balled up fists. He noticed how you were tense and still as you struggled to keep yourself together.

"You know what I really hate, Tom?" You asked,

"What is it, darling," he softly, you winced, hearing the name he would always call you. Memories flooded your brain as your tears flooded your face.

"I really hate how you decided to show up now. I really hate how you decided to show up when I'm doing well. You really fucking ruined my day. Tom," You cried harder with each word, you woke up Daisy. She wobbled to the door and jumped on Tom, licking his arm.

"I know, I'm sorry," Tom eyed your dog, "Um, I see you got a dog."

"Shut up, Tom you're not helping," You said as you wiping your eyes with frustration. Tom stepped closer to you and held your face with his hand.

"I know that I hurt you, I'm sorry for everything I caused. I hope one day we can make peace,"

"I've BEEN wanting to make peace with you, but you would always disappear off to Lestrange's house or something," You sobbed as your walls fell down, all the pain you've blocked out from the past year flooded your senses. "I hate how you were willing to give the better version of yourself to her. I hate how I have to hurt and I hate how I can't take you back, I hate how I want to love you again. But I can't because you've done too much to me."

Tom felt empathy for the first time in his life. He left a sharp pain in his chest, he felt genuine sadness seep through his body. He felt something in his heart, it felt heavy. And he cried for the first time in his life.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really am sorry," Tom said with confusion printed on his face and tears fell from his eyes, his voice shook."I don't know whats happening."

"You're healing, Tom. You can feel," You whispered, you felt happy for him, you really did. "I just wish this happened sooner, I wish you had done this sooner so I could love you again."

"I still love you,"

"Don't say that, please, please, don't say that." You cried harder than you ever had before,

"But I do, I don't know what I was thinking, but I never loved Lestrange. I am more than willing to give myself to you. I want to love you now that I can. I want to love you like I should've. I want to love you, I want you. I want you so bad and I wish you could love me too," Tom confessed as he struggled to keep his composure, "I don't understand how I could give you up."

"But you did. You let me leave, Tom. You let it happen. I want you too but I don't know if I can do this again. I am hurt, I don't want to disappoint you,"

"Do you want me to leave," Tom asked,

"I don't know, I want you to stay but I don't want to love you anymore,"

Tom's heart shattered at your words, but he knew he deserved it. He smiled softly as more tears whelmed his eyes.

"You don't have to, I hope the universe decides to let us meet again. I hope one day I can have you again. I hate myself for putting you through so much. But I promise you that if we meet again, I will love you like you deserve. You have me, but I don't have you," You shuddered at his words and put your hand on his hand, which still remained on your cheek.

"Would it be too much to ask if I could kiss you one last time?" You asked, Tom nodded eagerly,

"This time I will kiss you how I wish I kissed you before. I wish all the times before, I kissed you like it was the last time I would ever kiss you. This time it really is our last kiss, and I wish it wasn't," he whispered as he leaned in.

His lips felt different than before, they felt lighter and more cautious than before. He then suddenly kissed you hard, you gasped before reciprocating. You kissed him, channeling your pain, sadness, agony, and anger. You cried as you kissed him, your tears mixed with his. You didn't want to ever let go of him. Tom moved his hand to your waist and his other remained on your cheek. You tangled your fingers into his hair and your other caressed his chest. You wish you didn't need oxygen so you could kiss him until the sun set, and until the world ended. You felt Tom sob into your lips and you just held him closer until you couldn't.

You were the first to pull away, gasping for air as Tom held you close, so close you could barely breathe. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

"I wish I wasn't so cruel," Tom whispered into the crook of your neck, "I wish I was kind."

"I wish that too, but you are becoming kinder day by day. I hope you feel more sympathy for those that you hurt. And I hope you heal one day. When you do, come back to find me so I can love you again," You buried your face into his chest as your heart broke for him all over again. You smelled his sweet scent and tried to memorize it. You reminded yourself of every detail of him so you could search for him. You wished you could love him now, but you knew it was too early in his healing process to do so. You wanted to love him when he was better and healed. So you could love him the best, and he could love you the best.

"I will always remember your kindness for me, and I will always love you. I will be better for you, I will heal for you. I will always remember how you were there for me, and I will always remember how you stayed by my side no matter what. And I'm sorry that I betrayed your trust,"

"I know," You gripped onto his shirt as if he could disappear at any moment. "I hate how you make me feel. I hate how you can do this to me."

"I'm sorry, I hate it too. I don't like seeing you like this," Tom whispered before kissing her forehead.

"Just remember to find me again,"

And after that, after much reluctance, the two parted ways.

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The Age of Us pt. 1 - Draco x Reader

Prompt: Glimpses into your lives through the years

Pairing: Draco x Slytherin!Reader

Part 2

Part 3 coming soon!

In First Year you're a ball of glimmering potential. You're staring wide eyed at the brilliant castle before you from the boat house and on the walk up a little Draco is trailing behind you, holding up your robes to prevent them from dragging in the mud. You don't even notice the sweet gesture as you spend the climb up rambling to him about how excited you are to begin learning about magic, bouncy as ever with a smile wider than he's ever been able to draw out from you. Not even his mother's white peacocks at Malfoy Manor brought out such a smile from you, nor the time years ago when you two rolled down the hill on your family's estate, covered in twigs and wrestling in a pile of dried leaves, giggly as ever.

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Draco watches proudly as his girl is sorted into Slytherin house, and he welcomes you with a radiant smirk as you trot over to the house table and seat yourself right next to him. He watches eagerly as Potter and that blasted orange haired Weasley boy are called out next, moping methodically along to the sorting hat, watching them with a glare he reserved for the mud-bloods his father would point out on trips to Diagon Alley. He hopes Potter will be sorted into Slytherin, after all, 'connections are key' Lucius would say and who better a connection than the chosen one?

'Oh Draco,' You tut, 'look at the sky!' you're in awe at the ceiling which you've only just noticed, the enchantments were executed so gracefully if you hadn't of read Hogwarts, A History before the year began you would've had no clue the great hall ever had a roof.

He looked at you with the same dirty expression sculpted on his face that he had given Potter through the ceremony, stuck like cement, but when he noticed your doughy lips parted in wonder, he reached over and with a nimble finger, he closed your mouth for you, leaving you blushing a tomato red.

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'Up! Up! Up!'

You're standing over your broom, watching the other kids stand in organised lines across from you in the fields, succeeding with calling their brooms to them. Draco had succeeded on the first try, of course, and you're embarrassed to be one of the last people whose brooms have still not so much moved from their original position.

He catches your eye and gives you a sympathetic look, crossing his lips into a firm line. The broom in his hand is tossed carelessly to the ground and he makes a leap towards you, his hands reaching to tenderly adjust your arm in another position.

Draco had received lessons over the Summer and was already worrying his mother as he hastily flew around the Manor windows on the shiny Nimbus Lucius insisted he needed. You watched him on warm Spring afternoons with your feet firmly planted on the ground in the grassy meadows as he perfected his flying, your hands busy with knitting because 'a little girl like yourself needn't fly,' as your mother had so often reminded you when you dared to ask.

'There, try with your hands like that, and say it firmly,' Your best friend instructed you, watching your worried eyes and flushed cheeks.

'I don't know Draco, maybe I just can't fly,' you confess, worried that really was the possibility.

'Just try,' he furrowed his brows, 'for me?'

You shakily nod your head, the last one on the field now without a complying broom. The Longbottom boy had now been escorted to the hospital wing by Madam Hooch and you hoped such a thing wouldn't happen to you but Draco seemed to read your mind when he notices your wandering eyes.

'Just look at me, look at my eyes, Y/N,' he began, rubbing your shoulders 'Don't focus on anything else,'

You gulped, staring into him with an openess you reserved only for him 'Up!'

The broom snaps into your hand and you squeal in excitement, throwing it away as quickly as it flys to you and embracing Draco in a hug so tight he could barely breathe.

You don't notice the glares the two of you received from Potter and his gang, but Draco does, giving them an equally dirty look before marching over to the remembrall that had rolled over and snatching it right off the ground.

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There was a troll on the loose in the castle and you've been escorted back to the Slytherin dorms by the Head boy and girl. Everyone had gone up into their respective dormitories in fear of being taken by the ghastly monster but you had tugged on Draco's sleeves with puppy dog eyes and begged him to stay in the common room and play a game of friendly wizard's chess with you.

He sighs and rolls his blue eyes to the back of his skull but reluctantly agrees and you sit warm by the fire on a bear hide rug. The chess board is nestled between the two of you and Draco instinctively goes to grab the white King but you start to sulk.

'Oh Draco, please, can I be white this time?' you beg, looking up at him with the biggest and glassiest eyes you could possibly muster. How could he say no?

'Ugh, you just want to be white because you want to use the Wayward Queen opening, you always use that one,' he retaliates, pressing the white King into your little hands.

'Do not!'

'Do too!'

'Do not!'

'Do too!'

You blow him a raspberry and make your first move. Pawn to E4.

'Ah hah!' He exclaims, pointing an accusing finger at you with a light scowl brushed on his features, tussling his air with his other hand in frustration. 'You're doing it! You're doing the same opening!'

You give him a ghastly stare and with a swing of your arm you knock over all of the chess pieces, huffing and puffing as they spread fallen all over the board.

'Fine! Stay down here and get eaten by the troll then!' You hiss at him, and run up to your dorm room to scream into your pillow.

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You're sitting in the first potions class of the year, listening to Professor Snape lecture Harry about not listening after watching him methodically take notes on the Professor's wise words from a couple rows away. You weren't able to get a seat next to Draco at the front of the class and you silently thanked this luck, having boasted about how much you've studied all Summer in preparations for potions and knowing Draco had not read even a single passage.

You sat next to a bushy haired Gryffindor girl called Lavender who weary looked in a mirror and you smirked as you watched Draco's ivory head listening to Snape assign the first task ever: brewing a common poison antidote. When Snape announces the winning pair will receive 5 points each to their respective houses your eyes twinkle with anticipation.

You leave your partner behind to gather the ingredients for the potion: Bezoar, mistletoe berries and a unicorn horn. You bump into Draco in front of the ingredient cupboard, and beam at him proudly.

'I read about this potion in the potions book,' you smile sweetly up at him, purposefully brushing against him as you shove to grab the vials. 'It should be a piece of pie,' you laugh accusingly, standing as tall as your short legs allow you to.

'Good luck,' Draco laughs vacantly, handing you a unicorn horn from the top shelf you couldn't reach. His fingers brush against yours and you scoff, heading back to your cauldron.

Lavender is sat twirling the knife on its tip on the chopping board as if she'd never seen the utensil before and in the time you were gone had managed to spill water just about everywhere, wetting your parchment and bleeding the ink of the potion recipe.

'My goodness,' You exclaim, rushing to take away the knife and wipe up the water, 'have you two left hands?'

You watch the potion brew and bubble as it cooks, anxiously tracking the time with an hourglass. When the final grains of sands trickle through the narrowed passage, you hastily reach for the unicorn horn you powdered earlier and your heart sinks when you see your partner already poised over the cauldron, a pinch of the precious powder between her fingertips. She carefully sprinkles it into the cauldron and you watch in horror as a noxious cloud of black smoke billows forth and envelops you both in char.

'How many pinches did you put in?' You scream, wiping the soot from your eyes.

'Two,' Lavender whimpers, eyes stinging from the cloud.

'It was meant to be ONE!'

Everyone in the class is now giggling at your misfortunes and Professor Snape has now come over to see what all the commotion is about.

'You two better clean that up right now,' Snape chastised in his nasally voice, condemning you to blush in shame beneath the soot on your cheeks.

As Snape made his rounds, meticulously examining the colors of each potion, his scrutiny lingered noticeably longer on Draco's cauldron. The pungent aroma that emanated from Draco's concoction filled the classroom, matching the textbook's description exactly, causing you to wince involuntarily.

'Malfoy, Zabini, 10 points to Slytherin,' Snape announces.

Draco's triumphant gaze locks onto you as he revels in his perceived victory in the silent competition between the two of you. With a mocking laugh, he directs his attention to your soot-streaked face, his expression one of haughty satisfaction as he proudly asserts his well-deserved win with a piercing stare.

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Eyes drifting over to Pansy Parkinson you can't help but notice she is staring at your best friend, and you don't like it. You're in Charms class with Professor Flitwick and you're sitting a few seats down from Draco who is stuffed in-between his minions and looking increasingly annoyed from the class introduction Flitwick is moping on about. Pansy has painted on herself an innocent expression she only wore around Draco and you wished you could shake her until the ribbons came undone and her mask fell off.

Despite her Pureblooded nature and family status, you couldn't rid the feeling of unease whenever she was around and sharing a dorm with her turned to be nothing short of a Lovecratian nightmare. There was something about her that set your teeth on edge. You wanted to pry off her veil and examine her flaws beneath a microsope; you wanted to disect her and unravel the intricacies that made you burn with an inextinguishable fire.

You gaped at her when she cheered on Draco who had quickly succeeded in levitating his feather, leaning over the desk so far you thought she would topple right over and end head first in the middle of the classroom, bouncing on her horribly cut bob upside down and out of the classroom window and into the grounds. You imagined it so vividly you started to chuckle to yourself and didn't even realise Draco had been beckoning you with the usual smirk you loved across the desk.

Pansy looked at him eagerly, daydreaming about her name dancing on Draco's tongue rather than yours and she blushed a million shades of red when she realised she was drooling slightly from the corner of her mouth. You shot her a look of disdain, features twisting haughty from her sopping desperation. She knew that you had won - as did you -knowing it was your name on his lips, not hers.

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'Potter,' You're seething through your teeth, acknowledging his dreadful existence as you and Draco pass him on the way to the Quidditch fields. You're dressed head to toe in green, showing support for your house. Draco's Slytherin scarf is wrapped securely around your neck, flowing behind you in the wind and you delight in his scent. You can't help but watch Harry in pure disgust, not because you hate him by proxy, but because Draco should be seeker, not him and it wasn't fair.

'Rosier,' He starts back, his eyes narrowing to a squint at the two of you for an instant before he hurries back to the safety of the rest of the Gryffindor team. Malfoy smirks at you proudly, leading you to the Slytherin seating area with a gentle hand on the small of your back, luxuriating in seeing his scarf around your neck.

And when all of Hogwarts watches Harry reveal he has caught the golden snitch, you feel nauseous and you can only think back to all of the nights you spent comforting Draco when he found out Harry had made the team. You scowl, your fingers sliding down to find Draco's beneath the bench and you squeeze them hard. It should've been him.

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You wake up in a panicked sweat, the hair on your face sticking on your damp skin. You feel tears sliding down your plump cheeks and you reach up to wipe them away but they won't stop. Nightmares invaded your dreams, mercilessly rocking you awake in a sea of no hope. When you look around your sleeping quarters, you see strange figures in the form of your wardrobe, capes draped across armchairs and coat stands twice your height. Your dormmates are sleeping peacefully In their own beds, their light puffs of air comforting you - but it wasn't enough. You needed Draco.

Gulping, you manage to place your wobbly feet on the floorboards and wrap a Slytherin blanket around your tiny figure, tip-toeing out of the room without causing anyone else to lose sleep. You left the girls a silent prayer for their safety and you snuck down the stairs.

The common room was now empty in the middle of the night, the hot fire still roaring its song to warm the unforgiving dungeons the Slytherin house called home but you couldn't shake the uneasy feeling of being watched by prying eyes and you squeaked with the floorboards, rushing up the stairs opposite and straight to Draco's dorm.

You padded on the door softly with care to not wake the wrong occupant. You whispered his name more times than you could count, counting instead the hot tears that flew to the ground from your leaky eyes. When the door opens revealing a half-asleep Draco he knows right away to open his arms and hold you tight, and that is exactly what he did. That night he inhales your sweet scent and whispers sweet nothings into your ear, lulling the bad dreams away.

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Snow topples from the sky and for the first time in your life you're happy about it. Christmas break came and went all too soon and now in front of you lies the vast whiteness of Winter. She covers Hogwarts in a thick blanket and you sink in it's softness, snow filling your boots and socks.

'Ah!', you jump around from the chill, pausing Draco is his steps as he's foraging for a stick to finish the snowman the two of you had spent all afternoon building. He lets out a hearty chuckle directed at you when you point to your boots, mouthing 'wet' and pouting with your pillowy lips.

He is stifling a laugh as he goes back to searching for the perfect twig and you don't feel content at this reaction. Without a single further thought, your gloves pawed into the sheath around you and formed a perfectly round globe of snow. You eyed your target meticulously, catching the eyes of Blaise and Pansy in the process and before Pansy could warn her precious Draco, you've already belted the snowball at him and watched as it exploded into dust on his back.

Draco whips back to see you howling in laughter, bracing yourself with your hands clutching your thighs, the pom of your beanie shaking erratically. He frowns, glancing over to his friends who shrug their shoulders at him, and while Blaise sends a cheeky smile, Pansy is mouthing your name and pointing to you crudely.

'Hey!' he yells, abandoning the stick he spent oh so long looking for and creating his own balls of destruction. He was going to make you regret this.

That afternoon you all walked back to the castle covered in snow and ice, hair wet and lips pink but you silently wished the day would have never ended and you replayed it over and over in your head that night, cackling silently when the image of Draco's scowl turned into a mischievous grin and it all lingered in your mind.

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