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misguidedasgardian · 26 days

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The Lifeaters (II.6)

VI. Christmas at Hogwarts

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Chapter Summary: You stay at Hogwarts for the winter break

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, canon typical slurs, and whatnot you know what this is about

Wordcount: 1.9 k

Notes: Alright, let get this party going!

You were almost entertained, hopeful and excited when you signed yourself to stay at Hogwarts, as requested by your aunt.

Draco was staying too, Matthew, Vince and Greg, even Blaise, this was going to be fun, right? not as many people as you thought were staying. Soon the castle emptied itself.

You guessed that people were truly concerned, because of students getting petrified and all… in fact… Why didn't your aunt call you back home?

Did she even know? You had seen come copies of the prophet and there as no new at all of something or someone getting muggle born students getting petrified at Hogwarts

Should you tell her? you actually didn’t in the few letters you had exchanged during the semester, perhaps it was your bad

All students were leaving today, you just resigned to go to the great hall, to hang out with your friends, the tree was getting assembled, Professor Flitwick was hanging huge, beautiful, golden decorations on its thick branches

Blaise was sitting there, watching the professor instantly, he had not packed, and you guessed, like last year, that he was staying

“You haven’t packed”, he said, with a smirk tugging on his lips

“I’m staying, my aunt went to Romania, and even though I begged her to let me come with, she wouldn’t let me”, you explained softly, “how about you?”

“Oh, I in turn begged my mom to let me stay”, he said with a sad smile, “her new husband…”

“The one she married last year?”, you asked

“He is really sick, and I don’t want to catch whatever he has”, he said simply, you frowned

“Sorry Blaise”, he shrugged his shoulders, he didn’t really care, so you didn't either

“I’m staying too”, said Matthew, as he sat by Blaise’s side against the wall, as you were in front of them. His eyes on you again

“The more the merrier”, you said with a soft smile, “we can play in the common room exploding snaps”, you suggested, “and have a pajama party”

“That is for little kids”, mocked Matthew back

“I think its cool”, muttered Blaise, giving you a small smile

“Where’s Greg and Vince?”, he asked then

“Draco convinced them to stay too”, you said with a short smile, Matthew laughed

“You know he wanted to stay here in case the Slytherin’s heir managed to kill someone, right?”, Matthew asked you, you shook your head

“No, he wouldn’t”, you said, you knew Lucius and Narcissa were traveling, or at least that is what Draco told you

“He would and he did”, he said surely, with a smirk on his face, “that is what got me staying too”

The castle emptied itself pretty quickly after that, and from one day to the next, you coils actually feel the emptiness of the castle, but the Christmas decorations made the ambiance be spectacular and even beautiful

Mistletoe everywhere, candlelights, the huge decorated tress ont he great hall

Breathtaking really

It was so quiet you could actually enjoy the acoustics of the snow when you were in the outer courtyard, even though… you weren’t left alone a single second

Draco, Greg and Vince, and even Matthew were always there with you, wouldn’t leave you alone, and Blaise hang around too, because you were the only ones of the year staying for Christmas

Besides a couple of more students, you were almost the only ones, so you unabashedly took control of the common room. You organized a small tournament of sploding snap with others and played in turns and even gave sweets to whomever won the most times.

Soon the 24th was upon you and you were excited for the gifts you were going to receive tomorrow, but now you were with the rest of your house hanging around in the common room, talking, throwing jokes and laughing,

Of course the thing of the chamber of secrets and the heir of Slytherin came up, everyone was almost excited about how the next victim was going to be.

As you looked around at your friends you wondered how they could be so excited… This isn’t a good thing, was it?

“I hope it’s Granger”, offered Dray, “the next victim that is”

“She is so annoying”, laughed Matthew, “she thinks she is better than anyone else, isn’t she? but she is only a mudblood”, Draco laughed

“What if the next victim is one of us?”, you asked

“It’s impossible”, Matthew said, “how could he attack someone from its own house?”

“How can he attack anyone?”, you asked then.

Draco seemed like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t, and you wanted to talk to him, so badly, but you never got to, he was never alone, and the others wouldn’t leave you alone

“Do we even know who it is?”, asked Goyle

“No”, Matthew said shortly.

That very night, Draco sneaked out of his room and into yours.

Your rooms, as the other houses’ were supposed to be protected by charms that prevented the “opposite sex” to enter, but, for some reason, the charms in the Slytherin’s rooms had never worked, or the seventh years jinxed them the very first week of the semester.

When he was alone with you, he was different, he looked at you with his grey eyes blowing wide

“Do you know who the heir of Slytherin is?”, you asked, and he shook his head as you were both hiding under your covers

“I don’t know, but my father told me some things”, he said, you looked back at him wide-eyed, “the last time the chamber was open, it was 50 years ago”

“5O?”, you asked, “he wasn’t even here!”, he shook his head

“No, but… he told me that time someone died!”, he said with a smile, “a muggleborn”

“Did he tell you who did it?”, you asked, “who was the heir”, he shook his head

“No, but… he told me to just stay out of it, let things happen”

“What does that mean?”, you asked back

“He told me just to lay back, and let things unfold”

“So he knows”, there was doubt on his eyes

“Maybe, but he wouldn’t tell me, no matter how hard I asked”, you shared looks

“What are they saying out there?”

“Nothing, they are keeping all under wraps, I guess Dumbledore doesn’t want to story to go public”

“Really?”, you asked, he nodded

“My father doesn’t like him”, Draco said with a frown, “he said he is the worst thing that has happened to Hogwarts”

“Why?”, you asked

“He is an advocate for Muggleborns and muggle rights”, he said, “and some other things he wouldn’t tell me”

“Oh”, you said simply, looking at him

You fell asleep together, snoozing out

You woke up smiling widely, very excited, today was finally christmas

“Draco!”, you called, he woke up immediately, you thought it was cute how he slept so relaxed with his mouth a bit open

You ran to the common room in your pajamas, and you on your thick robe

There was a huge tree and under it, a bunch of presents, Blaise was already there, and Matthew, who frowned when he looked at you both

“Where did you go, Malfoy?”, he asked, but you paid him no mind and he dived into the pile of presents

“This one’s for me”, he said triumphantly, “this one for you”, he said giving you a big box”, you smiled widely

It was from your family.

You sat on the floor happily with your box, you had received a beautiful set of a hand mirror and matching brush, who was enchanted to always leave your hair presentable, it was antique

You also received from France your self-care products.

And from your aunt you received a beautiful scarf and matching gloves and beanie

From aunt Narcissa and uncle Lucius you received a beautiful sweater that matches the one received by Draco, and also a huge box of treats.

Draco received something from your family too, a pretty scarf similar to yours, and a cream for his hair, which you thought was hilarious but he really liked it.

You left the box there to share, Matthew took some of the contents, but you guessed it was fine. He didn’t got a present

That very night was the Christmas feast.

The great hall looked magnificent, there was a lot of christmas trees covered in snow, mistletoe hanging from the ceilings, there was even enchanted snow falling from the already enchanted ceiling, but this one was warm, not cold, and dry, only disappeared when it hit you or the table or the floor, it was so cool

You ate turkey and stuffing and carrots and potatoes, but what you enjoyed more was dessert, pudding, and trifle, and more!

You looked over at the Gryffindor table and saw Potter and his friends, almost all of the Weaslets, but you couldn’t care less, you were with your own friends

You couldn’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable, and when you raised your eyes, You saw the trio looking towards your table and when they noticed you were looking they quickly turned

What was that about?

Soon you all left the great hall, it was getting late and you had eaten too much, you needed to rest.

Vince and Greg stayed back, having their fill of treats.

You took a detour to the bathroom near the common room, telling them to go ahead and that you were going to join them. You took with you a goblet of pumpkin juice

You left in on the edge of the sink while you went to the bathroom, when you came back, you washed your hand, and grabbed the cup, you took a couple of sips

And you don’t remember anything else.

You felt your head so heavy, you had trouble opening your eyes, as your eyelid weighted tons. You moaned on the floor, twisting and turning

Suddenly, you started to regain your motor skills, you managed to open your eyes, you were on the floor of the bathroom.

“Hello?”, you called, you didn’t know what had happened

You were still in the first floor girl’s bathroom. Did you… fainted? you looked around confused

You were alone, and it was cold, you hugged yourself, your body still feeling very heavy. I was quiet, too quiet… until it wasn’t

A slytherin sound filled the room, it was so strange, so bizarre, you stood very still. It was like a snake slithering around, you looked outside of the bathroom, the door barely opened, and you saw a shadow, a huge shadow.

You whimpered in fear, crawling back, your eyes not leaving that shadow, until you could hide yourself in one of the stalls.

You managed to sit on top of the toilet and hug your legs to your chest, your breathing quickened, sweating all over.

A huge shadow appeared in the bathroom, the sound of something huge sliding on the floor’s stones.

It stopped right in front of your stall.

Bathrooms in Hogwarts were huge, they were, but still, there was something out there, and it knew you were hiding in there.

When desperate tears started falling down your cheeks, the thing left, it slither back out, and disappeared leaving you alone again

Have you imagined it all?

Once you made sure you were alone, you got out of the stall, looking around, but there was nothing, no one, no signs of anything that big that could have made that noise.

You ran back to your common room, where you were going to be safe

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4nt1chri5t · 9 months

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Whispers of Betrayal - fem!readerxDracoFF

Originally published on Wattpad - Whispers of Betrayal by Alaskas_ice (me)

11 - 'A Winter's Separation'

As Draco went to bed, his feelings were still very mixed. But now that he had time to think and wasn't around her, his plan was coming back to the fore. He was hard on himself, he couldn't believe that he had let his more focused self slip away so much and that he had almost broken the facade. He would have to be even more focused from now on, so that mistakes like that didn't happen again. In the end, the kiss had brought him closer to fulfilling his plan, but if this was something that could happen again, there should be no feelings involved and it should be carefully planned. Having come to that conclusion, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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The morning sun cast a gentle glow across the Hogwarts grounds as (Y/L/N) woke up, her thoughts consumed by the events of the previous night. The memory of the passionate kiss she shared with Malfoy lingered in her mind, fueling a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

As she got ready for the day, (Y/L/N) couldn't help but wonder what this newfound connection with Malfoy meant for their future. The doubts and questions swirled within her, creating a cloud of uncertainty that seemed impossible to escape. However, she needed to get to the Great Hall now, if she still wanted to have breakfast.

As she entered the Great Hall, her gaze scanned the room in search of Malfoy, but he was nowhere to be found. A pang of disappointment tugged at her, but she quickly brushed it aside.

Deciding to join her fellow Slytherins, (Y/L/N) took a seat next to Zabini and Nott. She mustered a smile, trying to shake off the remnants of the awkwardness that had settled between them after the Yule Ball.

"Morning, (Y/N)," Blaise greeted her, offering a friendly nod.

"Good morning, Blaise," (Y/L/N) replied, her tone slightly strained. She hoped her discomfort didn't show too much, but the memory of the confusing conversation she had with Nott still lingered in her mind.

Nott, sitting on the other side of (Y/L/N), seemed to be studying her closely. His gaze was intense, and she couldn't shake the feeling that he was trying to read her thoughts.

"Interesting night at the Yule Ball, wasn't it?" Nott spoke, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity.

(Y/L/N) felt a knot form in her stomach. She knew Nott was trying to make her suspicious of Draco's actions, but she couldn't let his words sway her without concrete evidence. She had to make her own judgments after all and Malfoy was the one, who was there for her when no one else was.

"It was quite an eventful evening," (Y/L/N) replied cautiously, careful not to reveal too much. "But I'm more interested in knowing how your evening went."

At that moment, a Hufflepuff student touched Nott's shoulder as she walked past him. When he turned around, she gave him a very flirtatious smile that was embarrassing at best. He smiled back, obviously faking it, and rolled his eyes in annoyance as he returned to the table. (Y/L/N) just had to chuckle at the thought of Nott having a Hufflepuff girl annoy him to the core.

"Let's just say good old Theo has had quite an eventful evening." Zabini said, clearly teasing Nott and giving him a light slap on the back, which made him look even more annoyed. Now (Y/L/N) burst out laughing and Zabini soon joined in.

The tension between (Y/L/N) and Nott momentarily dissipated as laughter filled the air. It was a welcomed relief from the weighty atmosphere that had settled over the table.

Nott, though still wearing a faint frown, couldn't help but crack a smile at the teasing from Blaise and the shared laughter. The momentary respite allowed (Y/L/N) to relax and momentarily set aside her worries about Malfoy and the complicated situation they found themselves in.

As the laughter subsided, Zabini turned to (Y/L/N) with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, (Y/N), care to share any highlights from your evening at the Yule Ball?"

(Y/L/N) felt her cheeks flush with a hint of embarrassment. Blaise's question had taken her by surprise and she had to either quickly talk about something that wasn't the kiss or make up something that hadn't happened. The kiss clearly overshadowed everything else that had happened, so she struggled to think of anything else.

(Y/L/N) took a moment to compose herself, her mind racing to come up with an alternative highlight from the Yule Ball. She couldn't bring herself to fabricate something that hadn't happened, so she decided to divert the attention away from the kiss while still staying truthful.

"Well, one of the highlights for me was seeing all the incredible outfits and robes," she replied, a touch of genuine enthusiasm seeping into her voice. "The effort and creativity that went into them were truly impressive. It was like stepping into a world of enchantment."

Zabini nodded approvingly, seemingly satisfied with her response. "Ah, yes, the fashion extravaganza. It was quite a sight indeed."

Nott, though appearing more engaged in the conversation, couldn't help but interject with a slightly skeptical tone. "Fashion? That's what stood out to you the most?"

(Y/L/N) met his gaze with a hint of defensiveness. "Well, there were many aspects to enjoy at the Yule Ball, and the fashion was just one of them. It's fascinating to see how people express themselves through their choices of attire."

Nott leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "I suppose you have a point. But I still refuse to believe that this was the thing that struck you most."

(Y/L/N) took a moment to gather her thoughts, now that she had somewhat successfully steered the conversation away from the kiss with Malfoy. However, she couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that Nott's persistent questioning and attempts to sow doubt were not to be taken lightly.

As she ate her breakfast, she found herself stealing glances around the Great Hall, hoping to catch a glimpse of Malfoy. But he remained conspicuously absent, further adding to her unease. Where could he be?

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After the last breakfast of the year that (Y/L/N) was able to enjoy at school, it was time to pack her bags for the winter break, which came a few days later this year due to the Yule Ball. While some students chose to stay, as there weren't as many days left in the winter break as there would have been in years without the Yule Ball, quite a few went home to their families to enjoy Christmas. (Y/L/N) remembered most things about her home and her parents, although most of those memories were rather blurry. She thought it might have been good to go home anyway, not just for Christmas in general, but maybe to get some of her memories back.

She soon found herself at this station, waiting for the train that would take her home for the first time since everything had happened. She was still looking for Malfoy, though, as she knew there was no way he wouldn't return to his family for the holidays. But there was still no sign of him.

She boarded the train and took a compartment with Nott and Zabini, hoping she wouldn't have to answer any more questions.

Just when she wasn't expecting Malfoy anymore, he entered the compartment, taking everyone by surprise.

As Malfoy entered the compartment, (Y/L/N) couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and anticipation. She had been searching for him, wondering where he had disappeared to, and now he was standing before her.

Malfoy's usually composed demeanor seemed slightly unsettled, his gaze shifting between (Y/L/N), Nott, and Zabini. There was a tension in the air, as if something had transpired during their absence from each other.

Instead of saying anything, he just took the seat next to (Y/L/N), who just looked at him slightly, while the two boys opposite him had no problem staring at him.

As Malfoy settled into his seat, the silence in the compartment grew more palpable. The curious gazes from Nott and Zabini seemed to intensify, as if they were waiting for an explanation or some sort of revelation.

(Y/L/N) looked at Malfoy, her eyes searching for answers. "Where have you been, Draco?" she finally asked, unable to contain her curiosity any longer.

Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that betrayed a hint of unease. "I... had some things to take care of," he replied evasively, avoiding direct eye contact with her.

Nott leaned forward, his expression inscrutable. "Care to elaborate?" he asked, his tone laced with suspicion.

"I don't see how that's any of your business, Nott." Malfoy spat at Nott, as it was clear that the tension between them was growing. Malfoy seemed to get more and more annoyed with Nott every time they saw each other. Somehow, (Y/L/N) could even understand that.

Nott leaned back in his seat, a smug smirk playing on his lips. He chuckled lightly, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Well, well, Malfoy. Getting defensive, are we? I guess we'll just have to use our imagination then."

"Oh, stop it, Nott." (Y/L/N) said interrupting the situation before it could get any more tense. Malfoy gave Nott a smug smile as she interrupted the conversation, as this was clearly not to Nott's liking. Meanwhile, (Y/L/N) wondered why Nott was behaving the way he was. She just didn't seem to understand what the growing tension was all about in the first place.

Malfoy and (Y/L/N) exchanged a brief glance, a silent way to thank one another. Malfoy thanking her for being on his side and her thanking him for not escalating this further. This had been the first moment the two of them shared on that day. As Malfoy now even gave her a slight smile, she noticed herself blushing

Zabini, sensing the need to diffuse the situation further, chimed in with a casual remark. "Well, I don't know about you all, but I'm looking forward to a relaxing break at home. No more exams, no more stress. Just good food and relaxation."

Nott, still wearing a faint frown, nodded in agreement. "You're right, Blaise. It will be good to take a break from all the schoolwork and just enjoy some time with family."

(Y/L/N) welcomed the change in topic, grateful for the respite from the underlying tension. She leaned back in her seat, her thoughts returning to the upcoming winter break. Although she was excited to spend time with her family, her mind couldn't help but wander back to Draco and the unresolved feelings between them.

As the train chugged along, the familiar scenery outside the window flew by, leaving (Y/L/N) lost in her thoughts. Draco, too, seemed lost in his own thoughts, occasionally stealing glances at (Y/L/N) when he thought she wasn't looking.

The rest of the train journey continued in relative silence, interrupted only by occasional conversations and the gentle rhythm of the train's wheels on the tracks. Each passing minute brought them closer to the destination, both physically and metaphorically.

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Finally, the train pulled into the station, signaling the end of the journey. (Y/L/N), Malfoy, Nott, and Zabini gathered their belongings and stepped onto the platform, greeted by a chilly winter breeze.

Families eagerly awaited their loved ones, their voices filled with excitement and joy. (Y/L/N) spotted her parents among the crowd, and her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't wait to reunite with them and share the holiday season together.

As (Y/L/N) said goodbye to Nott and Zabini, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. Despite everything that had happened, she had felt her friends grow closer to her, and she wondered if they had shared the same bond when she still had her memory.

Malfoy accompanied (Y/L/N) for a few moments, though, to give her a proper farewell for the winter holidays. He followed her to where her parents were standing, but she didn't seem to mind.

As she hugged her parents, they noticed the boy standing behind her. "Now there's a face I've never seen before," her mother said with a warm smile.

"Draco Malfoy, I'm happy to finally meet you" he said as he held out his hand to greet her.

"We're also pleased to finally meet some friends of (Y/N). Especially a Malfoy, of course," her mother said as she greeted the boy. (Y/L/N) didn't know why, but was rather embarrassed by the whole situation. She turned to Malfoy, her heart racing a little faster at the thought of saying goodbye.

"Draco," she began, her voice filled with gratitude and affection, "thank you for everything. I'm glad we got to spend this time together, and I hope we can keep in touch over the break."

Malfoy nodded, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "Of course, (Y/N). I'll definitely send you an owl now and then. We can catch up and maybe even make plans for when we return to Hogwarts."

A small smile played on (Y/L/N)'s lips as she took a step closer to Malfoy, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be looking forward to your letters. Take care of yourself, Draco."

He returned her smile, his gaze lingering on her face. "You too, (Y/N). Enjoy your time with your family and have a wonderful holiday."

With a final exchange of glances, (Y/L/N) reluctantly turned to her parents, ready to embark on the next chapter of her break. She hugged Malfoy one last time, cherishing the warmth and familiarity of his presence, before stepping away.

As (Y/L/N) walked hand in hand with her parents, she couldn't help but glance back at Malfoy. Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, it felt as if time stood still. But the bustling crowd and the realization of their separate paths snapped her back to reality. She knew it was only 2 weeks, but still, it felt like forever since they have been spending so much time together recently.

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alohaemora · 1 year

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Quiet

A Blaise Zabini ficlet, written for the @harrypocter Discord server’s “Winter Sun” fest. (TW: Brief reference to underage drinking)

Read on AO3.

14 August 1993

Blaise stepped out of the fireplace, flicking soot off his shoulders. Striding into the empty drawing room, he paused—then, grimaced.

"Fuck."

He pointed his wand up toward the second floor landing and, moments later, the Imperturbable Charm pressed over him like a familiar quilt, the air around him thicker and louder, the noises from the bedroom above fading to muffled hums.

Rubbing his eyes, Blaise sank into the nearest velvet upholstered armchair. He should have stayed longer at the Parkinsons'. But…no. Draco was in rare form tonight, twenty times more poncey and overbearing than Blaise could handle on his best day. His lip curled. He wondered, sometimes, what it would feel like to slap Draco square across the face.

He closed his eyes, letting the heavy silence settle. He could handle quiet—preferred it, infinitely, to the nights his house overflowed with loud, raucous strangers, glazed-over eyes and stumbling limbs. Parties. The perfect cover for carefully concocted stories of overindulgence and alcohol poisoning. Hours spent staring up at his bedroom ceiling, waiting for the laughter downstairs to subside as pink-red sunlight filtered in through his windows. At sunrise, he would hear his mother's rehearsed sobs, the reassuring murmurs of Aurors.

He looked forward to the days after these parties. As a small child, it had been long afternoons of lying in bed next to his mother and eating takeaway to the thrum of the wireless, she sipping wine and stroking his hair. Now that he was thirteen, their after-the-party routine had evolved—usually involving weeks of luxurious travel and alcohol that his mother was far less strict about Blaise sneaking sips of these days. But still, it was just the two of them.

It always would be, in the end.

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"Tesoro, sei qui!"

Blaise opened his eyes. Raising his sore neck from the armchair he'd dozed off in, he saw his mother descending the stairs, draped in a silk dressing gown—followed by the man, whose name Blaise hadn't bothered asking for. He'd long learned how to recognize which gormless wazzocks would be around long enough to put a ring on his mother's finger and which ones wouldn't.

"Mamma," Blaise greeted.

"Did Pansy have a good birthday?" Mamma swooped down to kiss Blaise's cheeks.

"Sì," he muttered, wrinkling his nose over Mamma's shoulder. The man wore nothing but a dressing gown and pants.

Mamma beamed. "I'll order dinner, mmm? That new French restaurant in Upper Flagley?"

Blaise nodded, and his mother disappeared down the hallway. He turned his attention back to the man, who had sat down in the armchair across from his own. Blaise studiously avoided looking at where the man's trouser-less legs touched the pure Genovese velvet.

"You know," the man frowned, scratching his stubbled chin, "I was hoping for a quiet night in with her. Thought you'd be at your little friend's house till later."

Blaise stared at him.

Then, he couldn't help it—his lips twitched to hide his smirk.

"I'm sure you'll have plenty of quiet nights soon enough."

#blaise zabini #winter sun drabble fest #hp fanfic

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safyresky · 1 year

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Crystal Springs Chapter 22 EXCERPT: Blinter my BELOVED

In HONOUR of uh, Welsh Valentine's Day today, and because I feel like TRASH and THRIVE on NICE THINGS and fucking. LOVE LOVE SO GODDAMN MUCH (the Dite just JUMPED OUT), please enjoy this lil sneaky peaky of Crystal Springs Chapter 22: Deck the Halls, featuring some soft (then saucy) Blinter post-nightmare (it's new to CS 202X Edition!) 🧡💙🧡💙😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰💥💥💥💥💥

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“Blaise?!”

He shot up, breathing heavily. Something was burning.

He looked down.

Oh. That was his hands on the sheets. Whoops.

A cold touch on his face. His heart rate began to slow as the soft pad of Winter’s thumb rubbed gentle circles on his cheek.

“Winter,” he said, gruffly, relieved. His shoulders dropped; he reached out, pulling her onto his lap and holding her very, very close and tight.

“Oh thank the goddess,” she said, gently squeezing him back before pulling out of the embrace, caressing his face. “I was worried. You were near thrashing, dearest. Another nightmare?”

Blaise nodded, dragging her hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss on her knuckles. “Yeah. ‘M okay now that you’re here,” he said, pulling her back in and hugging her, so, so tightly, as though if he let go she would cease to exist, and he’d be falling through the days once again—

He cleared his throat. Squished her tighter.

“Did you just get back from work?”

“Oh yes,” Winter said, excitedly. “And Blaise, what a storm! The northeast isn’t going to know what hit them! Was it the schoolroom again?”

Blaise nodded, his head buried in her neck. “Yeah.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, dear. I’m here for you. It’s okay; it’s alright. That was long ago. You’re safe now. The kids are safe. We’re safe,” she whispered, kissing the top of his head.

“I know,” Blaise said, unburying himself from her neck and gazing at her soft face. He held her head in his hands, rubbing her cheek now. She smiled, warmly, pulling his forehead down to touch hers. “I know,” he repeated, with a soft smile full of love that was reserved just for her. “Do I have to go pick Jacqueline out of a snowbank?”

Winter laughed. “No, she’s awake. She’s been talking Jack’s ear off all night. She’s still going. I think he’s met his match! Listen closely,” Winter said, their foreheads still touching.

Straining his ears, Blaise made himself aware of the sounds surrounding them. The Twins were snoring. Soft footsteps were heading up to the next floor. The quietly animated voice of Jacqueline, talking about something called the Black Parade? It’s a classic by alternative and punk rock standards, completely revolutionary, she was saying, only to be cut off by Jack saying that’s not what I mean when I say CLASSICS, Jacqueline!

Blaise chuckled.

"This is almost a week straight of nightmares,” Winter said, concern lining her features.

Blaise sighed. “I can’t figure it out. It’s like my subconscious is trying to tell me something, but I can’t figure out what. I can’t remember; as soon as I wake up, the details are gone. Not that they’re there in the first place,” he said with a sigh, dropping his hands and closing his eyes. Feeling the cool touch of Winter’s forehead on his.

“Same progression, then?”

Blaise nodded against her forehead. “Yeah. Lessons. Fighting. Then too much power. Then the moment I quit,” he said with a sigh. “Though there were drinks this time," he added, brow furrowed. "I just can’t figure it out!”

“Oh, darling. I do think you need a break. You’re hard at work every day, and when you come home you have even more work to do. Have you had a moment to breath? To sit down and relax, in the last two weeks or so?”

“She needs our help, Winter. I can’t just. I can’t just let someone take advantage of our baby girl like that! I need to figure out who it is and what they’re doing and why they’re—”

“We,” Winter gently reminded him. “It’s not just you, darling. Jack’s been a big help, and I’ve been doing my fair share, too, when I can. Even the Twins have been helping! Fino brought home all those books on ancient liquids the other day. Fiera keeps thinking of other things to look into, and as wacky as some of them are, they’re not bad suggestions. We’ve been narrowing it down, together! You’re not alone in this. I know your shoulders are strong but darling, you need to stop carrying everything on them! I don’t like when they’re carrying the weight of the world. They sag. It makes it hard to spot you in a crowd,” she said, the corners of her lips twitching slightly.

"And it hurts my back something fierce,” Blaise joked, leaning back with a grin, his hair flickering to life.

Winter laughed, a delicate hand in front of her mouth. “You need to give yourself a break, dear. Cash in on your days off.”

“I can’t just take days off.”

“Yes you can. You’re the frostbitten governor of the entire country.”

“City, not country.”

“You keep telling yourself that, dear. Maybe one day someone will believe it.”

Blaise chuckled. “This week’s busy. Town Hall is coming up, and the fairies are at it again with the dryads, and there’s always so many requests and inquiries leading up to the holidays—”

“Just let Dave take care of it. I bet it’ll make his Christmas.”

Blaise laughed, thinking of his angry, no-nonsense, satyr-like secretary who would, indeed, love to tell people to buzz off on Blaise’s behalf.

“Besides, the Assembly can take care of things without you, Blaise. Mother has a handle on things, as do the other governors and their lieutenants. Things won’t fall apart here if you take some time to make sure you don’t fall apart,” she said, booping the tip of his nose.

He smiled. Tired. Soft. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I know I am, dear. The break will do you some good! Give yourself time to process everything. Focus on one job at a time. Spend some time with the kids. Seeing as how all four are home for Christmas. Perhaps it will give your subconscious some time to figure out why that dream. Why that memory, of all the ones to make a nightmare out of. All your hard work is important,” she said, caressing his face once more. “But feeling good is important, too. Giving yourself breaks. You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends, Blaise dear. At least, not this one,” she said, gently pushing back the light simmer that was his hair.

Blaise sighed, reaching over to the drawer in his night table. He pulled out a scrap of paper and a pencil, quickly wrote something down, and snapped, the note disappearing in a smattering of sparks. He smiled, a goofy little tired smile that reminded Winter of when they were both much, much younger. “Are you going to join me, or what? It’s been a rough night. I could use a cuddle or two.”

Winter laughed, sliding off of his lap. “Yes, yes. Let me get my jim-jams on,” she said, heading into the closet.

So many layers, Blaise thought to himself, as he watched her silhouette throw off the heavy fur cloak, an outer layer to her dress, the inner layer, and a third portion to her skirt that she tossed in a corner. He sighed, regretfully taking his eyes off of his wife and slumping back on the headboard, deep in thought.

The nightmares had started after they talked to Jacqueline. What she had told them, about the blackouts, had rung a bell. Blaise hadn’t stopped thinking about it; not even in his sleep. And as the nights passed, the shadowy dreams with wisps of chatter had slowly taken shape. He could make out figures; he could place where and when and who he was with. But the details got weirder and weirder. Drinks. What did drinks have to do with anything?! What couldn’t he remember?

“Perhaps a nice family outing is in order for tomorrow,” Winter said, sliding into the bed in a tiny pair of sleep shorts and one of Blaise’s rarely worn t-shirts. She pulled some ice out of her hair, smooshing it into a ball and throwing it into the washroom. It curved around the doorway, landing with a solid THUNK in the tub.

“Nice curveball,” Blaise said. “Nice curves,” he added with a growl, grabbing her around the waist and dragging them both up against the headboard.

Winter giggled, curling up against him and looking into his warm eyes. “I grew them myself,” she said with a silly little grin that reminded Blaise of when they were both much, much younger.

“Well you did a phenomenal job,” he said, dragging her right up against his chest, kissing the top of her head as he felt the tired creep back.

“As did you with this chest of yours,” she said, her fingertips gently trailing down his sternum.

Blaise laughed, tilting her head up and aiming for her lips.

“Mmm,” she said, mid kiss. He smiled against her lips; he felt her do the same. Regrettably pulling away, he rested the tip of his nose on hers.

“A nice family day, huh?”

“Mhmm,” Winter said, her fingers tracing his shoulder now. “We haven’t decorated yet, and December is flying by.”

“And the boys did bring back even more festive florals. That’s not a bad idea. What do you think? Should we decorate tomorrow?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Winter said, pulling him down for another kiss. She pulled away all too soon. “Those kids of ours have far too much energy; the tree farm is as good a place as any to let them burn some of it off. Or freeze it off.”

“And how about you, Winter? You seem very energetic tonight.”

“I am, and I happen to have a lovely idea to help with that,” she said, bringing him in closer. “Care to join me?” she asked Blaise, coyly.

His hair went from simmering to roaring in an instant. “Would I ever,” he said, closing the distance and pulling her in for the kiss she had been dangling in front of him for far too long, in his humble opinion.

“I love you so goddess damned much,” Blaise said, breathlessly, pulling away for the quickest of moments before swooping back in.

“Mmm, I know,” she replied between kisses, breathlessly, the two falling into the slightly singed sheets.

That was certainly one way to keep nightmares at bay.

#Crystal Springs #dani writes #blinter #blinter: fireproofs everything the twins interact with #also blinter: forget to fireproof their own goddamn sheets #just frosty things i suppose!!#anyway im dropping some fresh seeds for plot. unfortunately this means blaise gets TRAUMA #but it's fine. it's cool. it's a secret tool to help us later #and the truth too tbh. man's upbringing was NOT VERY GOOD i am realizing the more i develop this world #which is okay. it's okay to have some characters have bad backgrounds. especially when you get to see that they made it n such!#they're okay! for the most part!#ONE DAY WE WILL ALL BE OKAY. I SAY. YELLING INTO THE VOID AND TOSSING FURNITURE #okok enough take rambles plz enjoy!!! :)#tsc #tsc: cs #tsc cs #fanfic #but also mostly original writing here lol #ocs

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gayliketheancients · 3 months

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Hello, I’m Gay✨ (gayliketheancients) your resident fanfic trashlord.

Idk what to say, so. Come read my fanfics on ao3?

Where to find me

Masterlist below the drop⏬️

GayLikeTheAncients on AO3

Hogwarts centric (Marauders & Golden Trio Eras)

Over The Edge, Over Again (series)

teaser post: here

•36- I Won't Forget (Loving) You 9k, mature to be safe

a sneak peak of my marauders era WIP

Jegulus & Jily

James sees Regulus in the Astronomy Tower not long after the winter holidays end in 7th Year. Seeing Regulus -- as always -- leaves more questions than answers.

Challenge Prompt AU (title drop soon, I promise)

Total of 13 planned works (post here)

•1-There Is No One Else 11k, teen

•2-Family Home 11k, teen

•3-We Who Remain When The Price Was Paid 13.9k, M

•4-Ragtag Little Family 16k, M

•5-Moony, Bobcat, Padfoot, and Prongs are proud to introduce Harry James Potter-Black 21k, 3 chapters, teen

•6-Mirror Images, Distorted Reflections

In progress. 13 chapters planned.

Next update: Chapter 8 on 4/23/24

ONE SHOTS

•wisteria on the water

Jegulus hanahaki au, as Canon compliant as I could get it.

•(Goodbye, Goodbye)

Modern muggle. The Marauders finally play a

hometown show in London

Coming March 2024

•Thank you for living (and for the coffee)

Poly marauders ships, coffee shop au.

COMING EVENTUALLY

•Every Single Song Is About You

BKDK, everyone makes it to be pros, revolves around their spot being the karaoke bar Mic & Aizawa threw the 3-A grad party at

•The Darkness of The Eclipse

Jegulily, wolfstar

a dark Marauder story

Prologue set for end april-start of may

•Sunrise in the Forest

BKDK Hunger Games AU

•When We Meet Again

Clexa Streamer au

Prologue set for 5/19

•Over the Edge

wolfstar, jegulus, jily, rosekiller, marylily

from day one year one until the end of the war for the Marauders

•Over Again

drarry, theomione, blaise/Pansy, ron/Viktor

Taking over where the Marauders left off

•The Death of All Dreams

MCD Wolfstar

lie low at Lupins >>>> Sirius dying

•I'd come back (if you'd just call)

Klance, post Canon reunion

•Take My Hand (take my whole life too)

drarry time loop

•Right Hand Man

EraserMic secret relationship at the start of their careers as Pro Heroes

•The Ghost of Your Love (on my lips and my sheets)

wolfstar, but an actual lie low at Lupin's kind of one-shot

•Tarot Cards & Tea Leaves

Pandalily

•Sharp Words Soothed By Soft Tongues

Rosekiller first date

•

#glta

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weaselbrownie · 3 years

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i was wondering if u could do one where draco fingers the reader under a blanket but like with people around

dw if u dont wanna write this ;)

underneath | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : draco fingering you while there are people around

warning : NSFW! smut, swearing, praising, voyeurism (?), female receiving

word count : 2.6K

a/n : this was messy :(

MASTERLIST

It was the last night of winter break, tucked away in the screening room of the Malfoy Manor sat you, Draco, Pansy, Theo, and Blaise. It has always been a tradition to spend winter breaks at the Malfoy Manor. With Mr. Malfoy away, Mrs. Malfoy has always found it quiet to spend Christmas with her only son, and so she insisted that he brings his friends to stay over during the break.

"So no horror?" Pansy asked as she went through the DVD display,

"We're not watching a horror movie just for you to crawl into our beds at night," Blaise answered, walking around the room as he made red sparks from the tip of his wand, waiting for Pansy to pick a movie.

"Zip it Zabini it was one time" She huffed before turning back to search for other movies, blabbing about how Blaise is being an ass for not letting them watch a horror movie.

You, Draco, and Theo walked into the half-lit room, greeted by Blaise who jumped off the couch to snatch the snacks off of Theo and the blankets off Draco before walking back to the spot of the couch to wrap himself in a little blanket cocoon.

"Y/N! Look at this, can we wat–"

"No Pansy, we will not watch Poltergeist because once we're back at school you won't be able to crawl into Blase's bed and you'll end up crawling into mine" You crossed both your arms over your chest, your brows lifting like a mother scolding her child.

"Ugh, you're no fun" She rolled her eyes before going back to the stack of DVDs.

Theo left to help Pansy pick out a movie, leaving you and Draco by the big doorway. You felt his hand slithering up your back, taking hold of your waist to spin you around– facing him. You looked up to see his bright orbs staring down at you, the corner of his lips lifting into a small smile "So... back at school tomorrow huh?" He said pulling you closer until your chest met his,

"I guess..." You smiled at him, your hand coming up to glide over his covered bicep and to the back of his neck, locking them there to hold onto him. "...just a few more months and we're done with this" Your voice quietened, just above a whisper as your face neared his.

"I know pretty girl" Draco closed the space in between, letting his lips devour yours as he held on to you, gripping your hips to bring you closer to him. It was nothing new, your lips moving with his as if it was a rehearsed choreography, chasing one another in the dark room.

"Aight enough, we're watching a movie, not porn" A deep voice called out from behind. You let go of Draco and turned your head to see Theo crossing his arms in front of his chest, huffing as he smirked, tending his weight on one leg.

"Well if that is your idea of porn, that's pretty sad mate" A higher-pitched voice chimed into the conversation. Theo's smirk completely dropped as he swung to look at Pansy standing behind him, stifling her laugh as did the rest of the group.

You poked your tongue out to him, laughing as you made your way to sit on the couch with Blaise who was already munching on the snacks. "Alright, now can we watch the movie?" Blaise asked, opening another pack of chips to pass around the room.

Everyone nodded in response, moving around the room to find a comfortable space to sit. Theo and Pansy took the carpet as they always do, building pillow forts for themselves so they can slouch as they watch the movie. You got up from the couch to grab some blanket off the floor before walking back to your spot just to see Draco sitting there comfortably.

Leaning back onto the couch and stretching his arms out to the sides as he spreads his long legs. You didn't mean to stammer but your eyes widened at his sight, Draco fucking Malfoy looking so good without having to do quite literally anything.

He knew you were looking, licking his lips before giving you a sly smirk. "C'mon" he mouthed, patting the spot on between his legs for you to occupy. This happens regularly, you sitting on his lap or the spot in between, so there shouldn't be any reason why you should be nervous... right?

You slowly moved towards him, smiling under your bright red cheeks before sitting in front of him. Draco's arms wrapped around you almost instantaneously, the strong scent of peppermint and citrus dancing its way to the back of your head. The light in the room went out as the big screen lit up, playing the opening of the movie Pansy picked.

You shuffled in his arms as you adjusted yourself and the blanket on top of you, moving left and right trying to get rid of a specific discomfort right on your lower back. "Draco..." You whispered as you turned around in your spot– facing him. "...why are your pockets always full?" You crossed your arms in front of you, glancing to the side to make sure Blaise is paying attention to the movie.

"What?" Draco's brows furrowed as confusion took over him,

"Your pockets" You gestured down to the pockets of his grey sweats, your brows lifting, waiting for an answer. Draco looked at you as if you grew horns, biting his pink lips as he tries to understand what you are insinuating.

All of a sudden the corner of his lips lifted, forming a devilish smirk as his cold lengthy fingers traced your hips. "My pockets are empty, darling" He muttered, bending down to meet you face to face.

It was your turn to look confused, you weren't imagining it, you definitely felt something on your lower back earlier, "If it's empty, then what wa-" You cut yourself off mid-sentence, gasping as you felt the air in your lungs disappear, the realization washing over you.

Draco didn't move, his eyes gazing at your lips as your face began to heat up. You felt the warmth of his hands leaving your hips before feeling them again on the side of your face, cupping it slightly to pull you in for a brief kiss. You met his lips once again for a swift kiss before he pulled away, turning you to face the screen.

"Watch the movie, who knows... maybe something will happen that'll surprise you" His lips lingered on the shell of your ear as his arms returned to wrap over you. You still felt it, his hard-on poking you from behind but you brushed it off as he gave you a reassuring kiss on the side of your head and his fingers laced with yours under the blanket.

It was halfway through the movie when you felt his hand leaving yours, you didn't give it a second thought but it seems like his hand is sliding lower and lower until it came in contact directly in front of your heat– teasing you, knowing how much you crave for this right now.

It's wrong to do anything, your friends are in the room and not to mention next to you, but again you were covered with the blanket and it seems like they're focused on the movie. You seem to be in a battle with your thought, wanting to push Draco's hand away but you didn't have the stomachs to do so.

He picked up on this, bobbing his head to the side to see you staring off into the screen but not grasping anything that's thrown at you. "Can you be a good girl and keep quiet?" His breath hot, lingering on your ear as it sent goosebumps down your spine.

You slowly nodded, keeping your vision straight before you felt his warm hand slither past the band of your pants, resting them on your covered cunt. You kept quiet, not moving from your previous position as he continued his actions.

You felt him again, his middle and ring finger pressing into your clit as he drew slow circles through the material. "Seems like you're ready hm?" He murmured into your hair, feeling the wetness of your cunt through your underwear.

Your wet lips rolled in between your teeth, biting down on them to make sure nothing slips past, but he wasn't making it easy. By now he was rubbing rougher circles on you, pressing into your engorged clit as you tried to keep still.

His fingers continued their actions, moving to the base of your underwear to pull them aside, exposing your sopping cunt to him. "Stay still..." He whispered, his fingers leaving the piece of fabric to trace the outer lips of your cunt. "...I mean it" His fingers smeared the wetness around, making a mess inside your pants– more than it already was.

You slowly turned your head to the side, from another point of view Draco looks as if he was just cuddling you, wrapping you in his warm embrace as he enjoys a good movie. Whereas in reality, his fingers worked you, rubbing you in ways he knows you love.

"Watch the movie darling" He murmured, not breaking the eye contact he had with the big white screen in front of you. You turned your head back, leaning back onto him as you gripped his knee for support.

Draco used his middle finger to draw circles directly on your clit, the wetness of your arousal helping his finger glide easily. The warm and sharp feeling of pleasure started to build at the pit of your stomach, Draco drawing them out gently.

He continued his actions, rubbing until the grip you had on his knee tightens, signaling you were close. It was harder to keep your mouth shut, your chest slightly heaving up and down as you closed your eyes, getting ready for the pleasure to wash over you. It was right around the corner, your orgasm building stronger and stronger as Draco's fingers brushed fast circles on your clit, and before you know it,

"Y/N are you okay?" A voice pulled you out of the headspace you were in. Your eyes shot open and your head snapped to the source of the voice. Blaise sat next to you, his arms over his chest as he tilted his head to the side. His brows furrowed, trying to figure out whether you were alright or not.

Draco's fingers came to a halt as soon as he heard Blaise's voice, dropping the feeling of an orgasm that was about to hit. His head too turned to the source of the voice next to him. "You okay darling?" Draco asked dumbfoundedly, smirking as if he didn't just rub you in the same room as your friends.

Your mouth fell open, wanting to respond to a hundred different things at once yet none actually came out. "U-Um... yeah I–" You stuttered, your eyes wide open when you felt Draco's fingers leaving your clit to move down to your clenching hole. "...Fuck" You muttered to yourself when you felt him slipping his middle finger into you.

"You don't look so well" Blaise continued, reaching his hand out to place the back of his palm to your forehead. "You're a little warm Y/N, you sure you're ok?" His palm left your forehead to place itself on your cheeks.

You brushed it off, dodging his palm as you gave his hand a small smack. "I'm fine Zabini, don't worry about... i-it" Draco slipped another finger into you, driving it deep into your sopping cunt as you tried to hide the emotions on your face.

"Well, if you say so" Blaise shrugged, though he knows something is going on he quickly brushed it off, leaning back onto his end of the couch to shift his attention back to the movie.

You turned your head back as Blaise did, trying not to squirm as Draco drives his fingers into you, building your orgasm once again. You leaned back onto him as the both of you tried to move as little as possible.

"Good job angel" Draco whispered into your ear, his lips lacing with your cheeks as he gave your flushed face a small peck. His fingers started to drive into you faster, curling the ends of his digit to hit that spongey spot deep inside you at every thrust.

Your walls tightened around him, clenching unevenly as the tingling feeling returned to the pit of your stomach. "Dray..." You whispered to him, slurring out his name into a whine as it left your lips. The grip you have on his knee tightening, telling him you are close.

Draco's fingers slowed for a second, readjusting themselves as he rested the rough pad of his thumb on your clit, drawing circles as his other digits thrust inside you. Your breath started to become heavy again, his fingers working out a rhythm inside you.

"You wanna cum?" He asked, his lips lingering on the shell of your ear once again. You nodded slowly, not having the stomach to answer him– afraid to let out a moan for the entire room to hear.

You could barely hold it back, the euphoric feeling just behind his fingertips as he continued torturing you– making you wait for his instructions to cum. Your back arched slightly, lifting off his chest as you wriggled under his tender touch.

Tears started to gather at your waterline, immersing your sight as you tried holding back your upcoming high. Draco continued his actions, ramming his slender digits into you– making you feel all your emotions at once. "You wanna show me how me how you cum on my fingers angel?... go on" His soothing voice rung to the back of your head, permitting you to finally let go.

Your eyes fluttered close with his command, letting go of your high as the shiny gold stars danced on your vision, taking up the dark space. You wanted to moan out his name, show him how good he's been making you feel, but all you could do was bite your lips in silence, making sure to not let a single sound slip past your lips.

"There we go" His fingers slowed down, pulling you back to reality as you tried to catch your breath, your chest heaving up and down as he continued to run circles on your clit. "Good job angel" He continued, his whispers shooting butterflies through your body.

You leaned back onto Draco, letting him wrap his free arm around you as he stopped the movement on your sopping cunt, giving your clit a tap before placing your underwear back into place. You watched as his hand comes up from the blanket, moving slowly until he reached his mouth, letting his arousal-covered fingers slip past his lips– sucking them dry.

You watched him, wide eyes as he removed the blanket that covers the both of you, "Y/N isn't feeling too well, I'm gonna bring her up to bed" Draco announced to the group as he moved you in your spot, throwing your legs over his to pick you up bridal style.

"See, I knew it!" Blaise called out as Draco fumbles on the couch, readjusting the blanket to cover you again.

"Are you alright?" Pansy asked as she got up from her pillow fort in front of you, Theo following her movement as his face washed over in a confused manner. You hummed in response, your breath still slightly heavy as Draco got up from the couch, lifting you with his as if you weight nothing. The edge of Draco's lips lift up at Pansy's question, flashing his sly smirk to the confused and worried group,

"She'll be fine... I'll take care of her"

TAGLIST : @microwavedhampster @whenuwereyoung @o-rion-sta-r @willowmores @youreso-golden @mzmalice3 @desiredmalfoy @hyuckiesgf @yiamalfoy @acciodignity

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littlemissnoname13 · 3 years

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Hello can I request where draco in fourth year having a crush on a hufflepuff reader but acts as arsehole cuz he doesn’t know how to show affection , leading it to her avoiding him which makes him depressed about what did he do wrong ?

Hi love. Thanks for the request.💕

I love writing Draco x hufflepuff!reader stories! I am a sucker for a slytherin x hufflepuff pairing.

I added a few extra details here and here. Hope you like it. X

Hopeful (Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader)

Word count: 2100 sorry got a bit carried away. 😅

Warnings: None. Soft!Draco being an absolute blubbering idiot.

Draco’s thoughts are written in green

Spring had arrived.

It could be felt in the cool and gentle zephyr that made the shiny new leaves on top of the once barren and dead trees rustle.

Daisies were in full bloom and the wind had managed to carry some of the petals away—making them fall to the ground, acting like a harbinger of the fast approaching summer.

Draco couldn’t be bothered if it was spring, or autumn or winter.

In that particular moment, all he wanted to do was get away from the Slytherin common room and Pansy Parkinson.

He had taken her to the Yule ball and things had sort of fizzled out afterwards. He couldn’t get himself to see her as anything other than a friend.

Having ran all the way to a far and secluded area of the Hogwarts grounds, Draco leaned against a tree trunk and panted heavily in an attempt to catch his breath.

“Are you—are you alright?”

Your voice startled him and he quickly stood up straight to look around.

You were sitting criss-crossed on the grass with your transfigurations textbook opened on your lap. Your shirt sleeves were rolled up and your yellow and black tie hugged very loosely around your neck.

“Fine.” He muttered as he slowly sat down noticing a single daisy tucked behind your ears.

After sitting there in complete silence for the next few minutes, he finally spoke up.

“What are you even doing here anyway?”

“Just wanted some peace and quiet to be honest.” You said, shrugging your shoulders. “It’s a beautiful day.”

Draco just hummed in response and kept staring at the daisy in your hair that swayed lightly with the breeze.

“What?” You asked when you noticed.

“You have—you have a twig stuck in your hair.”

“A daisy.” You corrected him as you closed your book and moved a bit closer to where he was sitting. “It’s a daisy.”

“Yeah I know that. I’m not stupid.” He said quickly. “But why?”

"Well, Daisies are essentially two flowers blended together in complete harmony." You said pulling the daisy out of your free falling hair before putting your hand forward to hand it to him.

“And?” Draco reluctantly took the flower from you and blinked his eyes in confusion.

“They are said to resemble innocence—true love even.” You explained getting comfortable next to him.

“You believe in all that?” Draco scoffed, twirling the flower between his index finger and thumb. He couldn’t tell if the floral fragrance was coming from you or the air but it made him slightly queasy nonetheless.

“Merlin. No.” You scrunched up your nose. “It just gives me hope I guess.”

Draco gave you another hum in response. For someone who came up with snarky and sometimes witty comments on the spot, he found himself weirdly tongue tied.

“I know you were hiding from Pansy by the way.” You remarked, making a small smile pull at his lips.

“How come?”

“What do you mean how come?” You rolled your eyes. “Everyone can see that she is obsessed with you for some reason that I personally can't seem to comprehend.”

~~~~~

The next day during potions class, Draco slowly opened his book and started to absently doodle on it with his quill while Snape talked about the upcoming potions essay that had to be done in pairs.

Draco knew he should be paying attention but he just couldn’t get the interaction between you two out of his head.

And just when he took a deep breath and decided to focus, a familiar scent started to fill his lungs up.

Fruity, almost spicy notes of strawberry and pink grapefruit mixed with gardenias, vanilla and musk. It felt like someone had tossed a huge bouquet into the room.

He knew it was you without even bothering to look up from my book.

"Ah, Miss y/l/n. Late again." Snape muttered. “Five points from Hufflepuff house.”

You quietly sat down next to your friend with your head hung low and Draco fought an unexplainable urge to give you a hug.

"The essay must be done in pairs.." Snape said.

Great.

"Ronald Weasley and Gregory Goyle."

This is exactly what I needed right now. Thanks Snape.

"Blaise Zabini and Hannah Abott."

The last thing I need is someone weighing my essay down.

"Draco Malfoy and y/n y/l/n."

What?

You turned back to look at Draco and gave him an apologetic smile and he didn't understand why you kept smiling at him. It's not like the both of you had suddenly formed an unlikely bond with each other.

Draco scowled at you in return and quickly raised his hand. "May I work on my essay alone?"

"No. You may not Mr. Malfoy."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Draco had been studying in the library for almost an hour. Because you were quietly sitting next to him, his elbows and knees slightly brushed yours every few seconds and as much as he hated to admit it, He secretly enjoyed it.

Contrary to yesterday, Draco was trying very hard to make a conversation with you. You seemed somewhat offended that he had asked Snape to work on the essay alone.

“I am happy to do most of the writing if you can look up all the ingredients.” You offered.

You don’t have to do all of that yourself. I am happy to help with the writing too. Is what he should have said.

“Fine whatever.” He said instead as he reached for a copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi.

That night, Draco stayed up tossing and turning in his bed before giving up on getting any sleep for the night.

He lethargically walked towards his dresser and put his hands in his blazer pocket pulling out the now dried and pressed daisy from the other day.

Taking a deep breath, he put the flower in between the pages of his copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi.

You were drawing him in, undoing him, unraveling him even.

He knew that.

But did you?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Draco! Open up."

His head jolted towards the door and He quickly walked over to open it.

You stood on the other end with books tucked in your arms, wearing your denim shorts and a plain white tank top—looking like summer personified.

The more time he spent with you, the more he started to notice your quirks. Like that the way your skin glowed as the days got warmer.

Compliment her. Do it. It’s not Difficult.

“Did you do something different to your hair?”

“Uh—no why are you asking.”

“It just looks a bit strange.” He commented wanting to slap himself.

"Okay, well are you going to let me in?" You questioned, wondering why he was blocking the way and asking you about your hair.

Why did you have to wear that God damned tank top-

"Sorry?" You asked stepping inside making his cheeks burn when he realized he wasn’t meaning to say that out loud.

"Just shut up and get back to working in the essay or whatever it is that you were doing." Draco grumbled feeling embarrassed as he grabbed some fresh parchment.

Okay. Focus. The Strengthening solution requires...

You stretched a little and pushed your hair away from your face.

several days to mature...

"Staring is rude Draco." You suddenly interrupted his thoughts as you set your eyes on his—peering right into his soul.

Draco felt like he was giving you some sort of power over him and the possibility of you using that power and leaving him heartbroken made him feel so very vulnerable.

He couldn't take the vulnerability a second longer.

"I don't think we should study together anymore." He blurted quickly standing up. “It's for the best.”

"Huh?" You stood up contorting your face in total confusion—wondering just what you had done to piss him off. "What's wrong Draco? Did I do something wrong?"

"Leave. Now." He muttered with his teeth clenched.

Please don’t go.

"Just go—leave please."

You couldn’t help but feel a sharp sting burning your insides as you gathered all the books that were on the floor and ran made your way towards hufflepuff dormitories with tears threatening to flood your eyes.

As soon as you ran off, he punched his wall and muttered out the plethora of angry curses when the impact bruised his knuckles.

~~~~~~~~~~~

During the following week, Draco failed to show up to any of your shared classes after you had refused to talk to him after what happened.

Even if you did manage to see him walking down the halls or walking with Crabbe and Goyle, you noticed that he looked like he hadn’t eaten or slept in days.

On a Tuesday, Draco looked at the Hufflepuff table during breakfast and when you caught his eye, all you did was look away.

Everyone at school had their opinions about him—most of them weren’t good opinions.

But when you were with him under that tree, he seemed different. His smirk was more playful than condescending. It managed to charm you in a way.

You took a final bite of your toast and gathered all your books, walking to your Potions class.

His seat still remained empty and you shook your head, trying to snap away from the thoughts of him as you flipped open your book.

Only it wasn’t your book.

You didn’t remember writing on the margins and making annotations on your book.

Running your fingertips along the pages, you flipped to the very first page of the book.

D. Malfoy was written in ridiculously neat handwriting and you shook your head when you realized that you had grabbed his book with you that day by mistake.

And just when you were about to put his book away, something fell from in between the pages and fell onto your desk.

It was the daisy you had woven into your hair the other day. Even in its dried state, the petals remained intact like her had done something to keep them that way.

When class was finally over, you made a quick beeline towards the slytherin dungeons, bumping into people along the way.

~~~~~~~~~

“Some hufflepuff girl is standing outside the dungeons asking to see you.” Theo shrugged when he saw Draco at the common room sofa. “Says it's urgent.”

He felt terrified yet so elated as he quickly stood up and made his way outside.

“Here’s your book.” You said taking a step towards him. “You never told me what’s wrong by the way.”

“Thank you.” Draco quickly took his book from you and stared at the ground.

“Why did you stop talking to me y/n?”

“You told me to go away—If I remember correctly.” You said shaking your head at him. “Tell me Draco, what’s wrong?”

“Everything.” He said quietly, meeting your gaze.

"What do you mean?"

"You make me feel all weak.....and smiley...and I hate it." He looked at you with agitation.

"Weak?" You ran your fingers through your hair in confusion.

"And your ridiculous white tank top." Draco half yelled.

"What's wrong with my top?" You asked, raising your voice slightly as if you had had enough of this.

"Nothing is wrong except for the fact that you look stunning in it.” He blurted involuntarily. "It is absolutely distracting when one is trying to study!."

He watched you open your mouth in shock and close it. Before he could spend another minute trying to solve the riddle that was your expression, you grabbed him by his tie and placed your lips on his.

His brows furrowed as he kissed you back tenderly. Tasting the sweetness of your lips—pouring out every bit of suppressed passion and adoration he felt for you with his lips.

There was something so strange and euphoric about finally kissing someone he had been longing to kiss for so long.

Something so magical about holding the person that fits perfectly into his arms.

Freaking Finally.

He was slightly disappointed when you slowly backed away, but the glow on your skin and the glossy ness in your eyes made him smile.

"I guess I'll leave before I realize the consequences of what I have just done." You said softly as you held his face and placed a small peck on his lips.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, you found a tiny box and an envelope on your desk when you woke up. Your roommate let you know that Draco Malfoy had stopped by late last night when you were asleep and half begged and half threatened her to leave the box on your desk.

You slowly opened the box and found a bedazzled and whimsical looking daisy necklace, encrusted with gems.

A Daisy for my daisy.

You give me hope.

- D.M

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fredshufflepuff · 3 years

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beautiful || d.m

— anon: can you do a headcanon where the reader always covers up because they're insecure about their skin condition(I have keratosis pilaris) and Draco sees them without a bunch of clothes for the first time.(I hope that makes sense)

— summary: draco sees you without baggy clothes for the first time.

— keratosis pilaris: A condition that causes rough patches and small, acne-like bumps on the skin.

— a/n: reminder that you’re absolutely beautiful the way you are <3 embrace whats unique about you.

— edited a/n: i’m back from the dead

— warnings: suggestive fem!reader, insecurities, self doubt, fluff

— word count: 1,461

summer, winter, spring, fall. didn’t matter how hot or humid it was outside, your body was draped in heavy clothing and baggy sweats.

you weren’t always like this of course. you liked wearing shirts and shorts that didn’t make you feel like you’d die from heatstroke any time soon.

but when little bumps started appearing on your skin, feeling rough and uncomfortable, you wanted to rip off your skin and crawl into a hole.

“babe,” a deep voice chirped in your ear, your eyes quickly flashing from wherever you had stared off too and up to your close friend draco.

“me, blaise, and theo are heading to the black lake. are you coming?”

“black lake?” you asked, eyebrows furrowing as he gave you a confused look.

he nodded slowly before turning his back towards you and rummaging through his closet.

“it’s like an oven outside, we were going to cool off.”

you dropped your head with a sigh before mumbling a quiet, ‘i’m fine.’

draco and you weren’t dating. you were best friends, super close since first year ever since you got sorted into slytherin.

he always called you pet names like “babe,” “love” and “princess.” held your hand through the halls when he wasn’t carrying you books. always saved you a seat at the dinner table, right next to him like usual.

but you two weren’t dating. and you don’t think you ever would.

sure draco would call you “beautiful” and “gorgeous,” but you didn’t think he actually meant any of it.

you weren’t and would never look like the other girls at hogwarts. they were all different from you, a good different. a better different.

“that wasn’t a question, you’re coming.”

“draco i said no” you mumbled, your voice raising into a whine as you dropped down against the mattress.

“this isn’t up for debate, y/n. i need my girl there with me.”

‘my girl.’

“your girl?” you asked, draco’s eyebrows furrowing together as a confused expression took over his face.

“of course. now enough chit chat, go get ready.”

you knew there was no getting out of this, draco always got what he wanted no matter what.

you groaned lowly to yourself before standing from the bed and making your way out the dorm.

you couldn’t remember the last time you bought a swimsuit, everything you had being from six or more months ago, so this would be tough.

you rummaged through your clothes for something to wear before deciding on a pale blue one piece.

it would definitely be small, a little tight in a few places, but you would have to make it work.

you stripped from your day clothes—a long sleeve turtleneck, slytherin robe and trousers—before putting on the swimsuit.

automatically you felt self conscious, your heart dropped and your stomach twisted as soon as you saw yourself in the mirror.

you hated the millions of bumps that littered your arms and legs, the irritated rough patches on your chest that screamed for you to itch.

you felt so ugly.

you didn’t look like other girls, you felt disgusting compared to them.

“y/n?” draco called, knocking on your door as you quickly scrambled to put a shirt on, “are you almost ready?”

“one second!” you yelled, your hands snatching a long sleeve shirt from the end of your bed along with a pair of dark grey sweats.

you grabbed your wand and slipped it into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder.

“ready.”

draco was expecting to see you in a swimsuit, a bikini or one piece at least, but was disappointed when he saw you covered from head to toe.

“where’s your swimsuit?” he asked, his eyes locked on yours as you nervously diverted them, your teeth catching your bottom lip and nibbling on the soft flesh ever so slightly.

“i’m...i’m wearing it, you just can’t see it.”

“whatever,” he mumbled, nodding his head to the side as a signal for you to follow him.

you shut the door behind you with a frown as your dragged your feet along, your heart cracking a little at draco’s dry and somewhat rude response.

but really, how else was he suppose to respond?

draco wasn’t really known for...being supportive to people around him. he seemed to have no filter and only care about himself.

you thought that maybe being his bestfriend things would be different, but oh how you were wrong.

“should i go change?” you asked, your voice seeming to carry down the empty corridor as the two of you made your way to the lake.

“it’s too late now.”

what did you do wrong? was draco really that mad over the fact you were wearing long clothing?

you met up with theo and blaise as the four of you finally arrived at the lake, the two idiots in front of you sprinting off and wasting no time in jumping in the water as you and draco set up a spot.

“are you going to take off your clothes?” draco asked, discarding his white tshirt before tossing it on his towel.

your eyes drifted down to his lower abdomen before slowly trailing up his abs. they were faint—telling you he had been working out—but they just added to how perfect he was nonetheless.

“why so eager, draco?” you teased, trying your best to joke around a little so he would forget and join the boys.

“me? eager?” he scoffed, his eyes rolling in annoyance as he turned his head to the side.

you could’ve sworn you saw his face heat up, a small blush taking over it, but you ended up convincing yourself it was the sun—already burning his cheeks due to his fair complexion.

you didn’t bring an umbrella with you so in a matter of minutes your body felt like it was being lit on fire.

your fingers tugged on your turtleneck to try and relieve some of the heat, but with how heavy and warm the material was on your skin, you knew it wouldn’t work.

“y/n, you look flush,” draco suddenly spoke, his hands dropping the sunscreen he had just finished applying to quickly cup your face.

one hand rested on your side while the other laid flat on your forehead, his lips turning into a frown as he then pulled away.

“you’re burning up, take off these sweats” he said, trying to help by pulling on your sleeves but you quickly swatted him away.

“i’m fine—”

“you’re not, so take them off or we’re going back to the castle.”

your eyes dropped from his as you let out a small sigh, you knew draco was excited to swim today and you’d feel shitty to take him away from that.

“okay,” you mumbled, pushing him away from you lightly as he smiled softly, “just...turn around.”

draco’s smile dropped but he didn’t argue, instead he rolled his eyes and did what you asked.

he watched as theo and blaise shoved each other around, almost drowning the other person until you were ready.

“can i look?”

“why do you want to look so badly?” you mumbled, your voice holding slight anger and irritation.

“because it’s nothing serious, you are wearing a swimsuit, correct?”

“if you want to look so badly then fine, i don’t care anymore.”

you turned to grab your towel and quickly flattened it out on the grass, completely ignoring draco who was now staring at you.

you could feel his eyes practically burning into your back, the feeling making you nauseous as you quickly turned around.

“w-what?”

he didn’t answer right away—which made you nervous—but instead continued to let his eyes roam over your semi exposed body.

“draco!”

“you’re beautiful.”

your face seemed to drain of color as your jaw went slack, the butterflies in your stomach seeming to swarm around like crazy.

“draco, stop” you mumbled, trying to sound stern but the small blush on your face gave you away.

“well you are,” he said, his hands going to rest softly on the curve of your hips as he leaned in close to your face, “absolutely beautiful.”

you couldn’t help but gush over his kind words, your lips curling into a small smile as you leaned closer into him.

your lips were only inches away from his—the scent of expensive cologne and green apples taking over you as you felt his lips ghost over yours.

“hey lovebirds! hurry up and join us!” theo yelled, his loud voice carrying over causing you to pull away abruptly.

draco snapped his head towards the boys and sent them a glare, flipping them off in the process as you giggled quietly next to him.

“it’s fine, draco. there’s no rush” you assured, your hand lacing with his as a blush took over his face, although he would claim it was the ‘sun.’

“just you wait till we’re alone, beautiful.”

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shespeaksinsongs · 3 years

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Triple Study Date | Draco x Reader

A/N: I love group fics because I want a friend group so bad. I'll be writing some more intimate ones between the reader and Draco soon! I'm also planning on doing different house reader since I'm not sure how y'all feel about being in Slytherin all the time. As always, please enjoy! <3

Summary: You, your boyfriend Draco, Blaise, Theo, Pansy, and Daphne were having a study date in the library when the infamous homewrecker, Cormac McLaggen, came in to disrupt the peace. After multiple suggestive comments have been thrown your way, Draco cannot contain his frustration and decides to take it out on Cormac.

Warnings/content: Insinuations of sex, fighting, harassment, not really fluff, but PDA, Fem!Reader, Slytherin!Reader

Word count: 1.26k words

A beautiful winter day with your favorite people - that's how you'd prefer to spend the rest of your days. Pansy and Daphne, the sweetest couple you knew, Theo and Blaise, the most switch couple you knew, and you and Draco (your personal favorite) all made their way down to the library for a triple study date.

"Draco, it's not studying if you're whispering obscenities into Y/N's ear every minute. We can hear, you know?" Blaise muttered, which earned a nudge from Theo, defending the pair.

"Listen, we're just glad you're together and not extensively denying your undying love like before." Theo shuddered, which cued Pansy and Daphne to nod their heads and widen their eyes, making a point.

"Someone needs to learn how to whisper better, and I'm almost positive it's not me." You smirked, whispering into Draco's ear. You didn't respond to the remarks he made about wanting to take you right there and then, in front of your friends. Instead, you only placed a hand somewhere on his body to settle him and continued reading, occasionally pointing out facts you thought he would find interesting.

"Y/N, you're studying for Arithmancy, right?" Daphne asked, leaning forward to show interest. By almost all professors, Arithmancy was claimed to be the most challenging subject a student at Hogwarts could take.

You nodded and began to explain how easy the course was as long as you kept your memory intact.

"Merlin, Y/N, you're crazy. Absolutely not. No force on Earth could make me take that class." Pansy said, shaking her head in disgust and admiration for you.

"It's not that bad." A voice mused from behind you, but the speech was not warm enough to be Draco's and certainly not nearly as attractive. None of you turned around to match the voice to the speaker. There was no need.

"McLaggen," Daphne announced, disappointed, looking like she was fighting the urge to punch him square in the jaw. At the mention of his surname, both you and Draco looked at each other sympathetically. He was the most insignificant nuisance you two had ever come across. "Come to steal my girlfriend again?" Daphne looked like if he stepped one step closer to Pansy, she would start spewing curses, not even bothering to warn with hexes first. The last time Daphne had encountered Cormac, he was coming onto Pansy, trying to get her to go on a date with him, even after your multiple looks of disapproval and telling him that Daphne had "claimed" Pansy already.

Poor Pansy. You thought to yourself, repulsed without even having to look at him. His presence was enough to make you want to hurl. He should've been in Slytherin.

"Not in my plans for today," Cormac said coolly, which made Draco groan, knowing who he'd prey on next. Now at the table your friends always went to for solace, Cormac smirked at you, licking his lips as he eyed you. If you weren't sitting on Draco's lap, Draco would've already been forcefully showing him the door. "Y/N, you can't say Arithmancy is easy when you're top of the class." He smirked again, but what made it all the more infuriating was that the suggestiveness of his appearance did not match what he was saying in the slightest.

"Guess I can't." You muttered, averting Cormac's uncomfortable gaze and crossing your arms to show discomfort. A few seconds of awkward silence went by, and you finally spoke up. "Why are you even here?" You said rudely, not caring about how it sounded.

"Just came to see what you were up to." Cormac grinned, faking innocence.

"Well, if you couldn't already tell, I'm currently preoccupied." You said sassily, pointing down at where you were sitting, glancing up at Draco to make sure he was okay. He was not. The man was gripping his quill so hard it was sure to break if you didn't dismiss Cormac soon. You caressed his arm, and that seemed to help relax him, but you knew it wouldn't be for long.

Cormac frowned at first, probably trying to come up with a response. When he did, he grinned a creepy smile, so wide his molars were almost on display. "Why don't you preoccupy yourself with someone more... interesting?"

In an instant, Draco slid you off him delicately and swiftly, making sure not to hurt you. "I'm sorry, my love." Draco said gently to you, bending a bit to give you a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. Of course, that was only before turning around and kissing Cormac's nose as well... with his fist.

"Ugh, men suck." Theo groaned, which made Blaise look at him very confused before getting up to perform his regular duties.

"Mate, come on, it's not worth it - oh, you're doing quite nicely." Blaise said vivaciously, snapping back to attempting to pull Draco off Cormac. Unfortunately, at this point, Blaise's talkativeness was becoming a public safety hazard.

"Blaise - really?" Pansy said, annoyed, getting up and stunning both fighting men with the body-binding curse with her wand.

"Aw man, why didn't I think of that?" Blaise whined, smacking a hand to his forehead, which earnt a giggle from you and his boyfriend.

As you made your way over to your stunned love, who had fallen face forward, you made sure to "accidentally" kick bloody and frozen Cormac. Then, remembering the two could still feel, see, and hear, you bent down to Draco, whispering a vulgarity back in his ear. "I'll reward you for that tonight." You said, pressing a kiss to his earlobe before muttering the countercurse to bring him back to his range in motion. Stealing a glance at Cormac's situation, you could see that his pupils had constricted, almost invisible.

"Oh, come on, you too?" Theo groaned, hearing what you'd said, which would embarrass you if it weren't for Draco, who sprang back up and helped you off the ground.

"Should we just leave him there?" Pansy asked, pointing at the paralyzed body sprawled on the ground, uninterested in staying in the room any longer.

"Yeah, he'll unfreeze sooner or later." Daphne said, which stringed whole-hearted laughs from the rest of the group. You waved your wand, making all the book and study materials sprawled out onto the table disappear back to where they belonged. "Thank you, Draco." Daphne said quietly while the rest of the group was walking out. "I know you did it for Y/N, but Pansy and I really appreciate it." Daphne was smart enough to know that Blaise and Theo wouldn't be held back if they'd known Cormac preyed on you when they weren't there. For that reason, she lowered her voice a little more. "He's been bothering all three of us for so long that I didn't know how long it'd be until one of us broke." Daphne smiled up at Draco and down at you, nothing but love in her eyes.

Draco nodded and gave Daphne a loving kiss at the crown of her head. Pansy and she had always been more like little sisters to Draco than best friends. "Of course, Daph."

"So, The Three Broomsticks?" You asked, smiling, getting rid of all the excess tension from the previous engagement.

"Yes!" Everyone said, Blaise the loudest, of course.

What started as a semi-peaceful study date ended up the best night of your life. Of course, Draco got some extra credit, but you felt so grateful and lucky to be able to call the people at that table your friends.

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kscribbs · 7 months

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For the fanfic asks: 😅, 😈, 🤡, 🍦, 💖 and 🤲🏼 (plz 🥹)

TYSM for the Qs, Dani! 🥰

What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

Soooo many, omg. I've been writing since I was around twelve/thirteen? And some of those early works -- oof. 😅 Up until a few years ago my first ever fic was still available to read on ff.net. It was... charmingly bad.

The original draft of ML has its moments too, I'll admit. Things that I am SO glad I changed/re-structured.

Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

Mayyybbeeee. >:) I knew what I was doing when I went straight from the scrying cliffhanger into a twelve year time-skip. I was a little worried about it being TOO jarring, in all honesty. Twelve years is a long time, after all. But hopefully that isn't the case!

There are a few scenes coming up in ML that I think may fall into this category, also.

What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

(Excerpt from the lil' Christmassy one shot I mentioned a while back. Set several months prior to the events of ML):

What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

The Forgiven is pretty sweet! But ofc, the themes are somewhat... intense. Same goes for ML. I think the latter takes the cake in terms of sweetness, however. Given the romantic tones, later on. Not to mention all the familial fluff! Something something Winter/Jack/Blaise hug on the steps of Frost Manor... (There is an overabundance of hugs, which makes me, personally, very happy!)

What made you start writing?

Honestly? A desire to escape reality. I know that sounds a bit gloomy, but it's the truth. Whenever life got just a little too stressful/intense my natural inclination was to withdraw to the written word/the multiple fantasy worlds existing inside my head. I found it therapeutic! And continue to do so.

Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

For the longest time I couldn't decide which snip to include. Two stood out to me, and in the end I just said "fuck it, I'll post both", lmao. I dunno when I'm going to be able to get the next chapter of ML up (soon, hopefully, but life happens!) and I've been looking for an opportunity to share some write-y stuff. I think it's safe to say that I've plumbed the depths of that opportunity here -- apologies! 😂

(Lengthy -- and ever-so-slightly spoiler-y -- excerpts from ML under the cut!)

‘Is that really necessary, lady?’

‘Every detail counts, Council Member Cupid. Even that which might seem negligible on the face of it can lead to deeper truths. In any case, when you opened the door, Dr. Miller, there was no one there?’

‘No. No one.’

‘You didn’t even see a silhouette? A retreating shadow?’

‘…I’m sorry, no.’

‘No matter. How heavy would you say the footsteps were?’

Lucy frowned. She’d never thought of that before.

‘Fairly heavy,’ she answered, after several seconds. ‘Heavier than Jack’s, now that I think about it.’

‘Oh, well, thank you,’ Jack said, sounding rather flattered. ‘My secret is jazz-ice-size. Like jazzercise, but on skates. Very trimming.’

Ms Delaney noted this down. (The footsteps thing, not the “jazz-ice-size”). ‘You then stepped out into the corridor, and saw… what, exactly?’

Lucy described the detonator, the explosion, the retreat into what she now knew to be her mindscape. Coming to and finding the tunnel all-but collapsed.

‘Hm. And you were trapped there… how long, would you say? Before your brother — Charlie, is it? Yes, Charlie — came to your aid?’

Lucy’s knee was bouncing anxiously now, her palms clammy inside her gloves. She could feel her heart-rate beginning to climb, as she was plunged back into the darkness and claustrophobia of that night. Into the feeling of complete hopelessness, and the stomach-turning reality that she might die like that — frightened and in pain, struggling for breath. Somehow the memory still had the capacity to wound her, even after all these years, its remnants buried in the folds of her mind like broken glass beneath a shallow layer of earth.

‘F— ahem. Four hours, I think.’

Beside her, Scott released a slow breath. Lucy didn’t dare look at him, or any of the other Council Members. She disliked the sympathy and guilt mentions of the attack tended to garner. People suffered far worse, after all.

‘Give-give or take,’ she added, when the silence stretched on. ‘It’s all a bit of a blur now. Charlie just had this… sense, that something was wrong. And when he tried to call and I didn’t answer, he came looking. Took me to the hospital. I was fine.’

The image of her brother’s panic-stricken face swam, unbidden, to the forefront of her mind. Having managed to dislodge the worst of the wreckage he’d eventually shimmied his way through a narrow ingress to the place where Lucy’d lain — half-conscious and terrified.

‘Shh, it’s all right,’ he’d murmured, pulling her to his chest, one hand questing through her hair for the source of the blood she hadn’t felt trickling down the side of her face. ‘I’ve got you. You’re safe now, Squirt. I won’t let anything happen to you…’

Only then had Lucy allowed herself a moment of frailty, collapsing against him in a fit of muffled sobs. Which had turned to panicked gasps, which had turned to—

She cleared her throat, banishing the memory hastily.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jack’s long fingers twitch in her direction, and for the briefest of moments she thought he intended to take her hand beneath the table. …But no. He curled them into a tight fist at his side.

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The room was dim, the muted glow of early morning falling across the walls like a running watercolour.

‘Look sharp, Frost,' Melusine whispered, dropping a copy of the New York Times onto his lap. ‘The two of you made the front page.’

After some difficulty Jack succeeded in freeing his arm (which was now decidedly numb) from where it had been wedged between Lucy and the sofa cushions, taking enormous care not to jostle her too much. Her hair — still a little curly from the humidity of the tunnel — slipped over her face, the light from Widener's Orb threading through it like pale fingers.

Doing his utmost to appear unmoved as she nestled further into his chest, and not at all like he was turning to slush on the inside, he picked up the newspaper, straightening it with a flourish. Sure enough, there, on the cover, was what looked like a bystander’s photograph of the spectacle in Times Square.

Jack grimaced, his gaze moving from the fifteen-foot wall of ice, to the ten-or-more car pile-up, to the startled faces of his and Lucy’s likenesses, and back again.

He swore under his breath.

‘It’s not the only one, I’m afraid,’ said Melusine, leaning forward to turn the page. ‘There’s a special feature. Look.’

He was greeted by two images: One of the mangled subway car, twisted and smouldering where it lay lengthways across the tracks, and a close-up of he and Lucy running hand-in-hand through the urgent press of commuters/NYPD officers, Lucy shooting a jet of scarlet light (an immobilising jinx, it looked like) over her shoulder.

“Senseless Social Media Stunt or Signs of the Supernatural? You Decide,” the headline read, in large, spidery typography.

“Do sorcerers live among us? How about superheroes? Or, indeed, supervillains? The answer might surprise you!

"Yesterday afternoon Manhattanites bore witness to a rather unusual -- and highly destructive -- chain of events, involving a nameless man (40s?) and woman (30s?), as well as a mysterious cloaked individual, who were captured from multiple angles using what appear to be magical wands/staffs (yes, really!) to wreak havoc in Bryant Park Station on W 42nd. As well as summoning ice and snow from thin air in the middle of Times Square! Elsa who?"

‘Shit,’ Jack said softly, rubbing his chin. ‘That’s… definitely not ideal.’

‘Mm.’

‘...They might’ve at least captured my good side.'

‘Is that really the thing to be focusing on right now, Jack? You don't think there might be more pressing issues at hand?'

#thanks again for the Qs!! ☺️☺️#anyone reading pls feel free to send more in! Although ofc no pressure!#I know it often takes me awhile to answer (I'm sorry!) but they are rather a lot of fun to do :D #(in this case the delay was bc the first snip was much longer and needed significant editing #and then I realised tht it contained a HUGE spoiler and cut it in half lol #so I needn't have poured over it for so long but AH WELL)#writing #ask box games #ML #Miller's Law #tsc #the Santa Clause #Jack Frost #Lucy Miller #adult!Lucy Miller #out of context those excerpts are going to make v little sense but I kind of like that 😂

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garfinkelstingle · 3 years

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Could you do one where the reader has the flu?

i’m not kidding i’m dying | draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader (can be read with any house)

warnings: language! apart from that absolutely none! fluff through and through :)

word count: 1.4k

summary: reader gets sick, but thankfully her boyfriend is there to take care of her

a/n: this is... not good. but i have started around three dozen stories and have no been able to finish a single one of them except this one. i did try though, i promise!!!!

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Seventeen years.

It had been seventeen blissful years of her going through life without getting sick.

And now, because of stupid, stupid Blaise Zabini, she was dying.

“You’re not dying, Y/N.” Draco chided. “You caught the flu. Stop being so dramatic.”

She knew he wasn’t being serious because a smug grin was on his face and because he told her as much when she threatened to hex him into next week if he dared to call her dramatic again.

Of course he was right. Yes, she somehow managed to be both extremely hot and cold simultaneously, and yes, her lungs felt as if they were on fire and her stomach and head hurt so bad she was convinced being trampled on by a dozen centaurs wouldn’t leave her in as much pain as she currently found herself in, but at the end of the day she knew that, eventually, she’d be fine.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to milk every second of it.

They had been going out for more than three years now and Draco was notorious to get sick at least twice every winter, leaving her to take care of him and reapply cold washcloths on his forehead to help against the fever or rub soothing circles on his chest after an exceptionally bad coughing fit.

It was some sort of a cosmic joke, really, how she had managed to sleep in the same bed as him all those times and not get sick, but shared a desk with Blaise once and was now feeling like shit, with a runny nose and the need to get rid of any and all food she consumed in the past forty-eight hours. Fucking Zabini.

Draco had been worried at first when Y/N didn’t want to get out of bed three days ago, considering that she somehow always managed to be up at the crack of dawn to go through school-stuff or just finish whatever book she was currently reading before breakfast. He loved that about her, the same way he loved everything about her, so when he woke up and saw that she was still hiding under the blanket, no books or quills anywhere in sight, he knew something was wrong.

He would never tell her this, but he kind of enjoyed her being sick. Not because she was feeling like absolute and utter shit, but because for once he was the one taking care of her. Usually it was the other way around, with her going out of her way to make sure that he was alright, even when he wasn’t sick. It was nice, in a way, to finally feel needed and not be the needy one.

He had brought her some soup up after lunch, deciding to skip his last two classes of the day since he highly doubted that anyone would miss him in either Astronomy nor Herbology. It’s not like he would ever need any of those classes, anyways. Everything he needed to know about Astrology he had heard from her, from the countless of constellations she somehow knew by heart to what it meant if Venus and Saturn aligned (although, if he was being honest, he couldn’t remember the answer to the last one).

She was trying to sit up in order to eat the stupid soup her stupid boyfriend had brought her when a new wave of nausea hit her. “I will fucking murder that bastard in his sleep.”

There was not a single part of her that didn’t mean it.

After she had finished eating and complaining (although Draco highly doubted she wouldn’t start up with the latter again soon) he motioned for her to make some room in the bed.

“But you’ll get sick. And then I’ll have to take care of you, which I usually don’t mind, but how am I supposed to look after you when I’m dead?” she asked, giving him a pout, but scooting over nevertheless.

Rolling his eyes he took off his cloak and shoes and laid down next to her, wrapping her up in his arms and kissing her forehead. “First of all, you’re not dying. Second of all, I’m not gonna get sick, so don’t worry.” They both knew that was a lie.

They had been laying like that for some time, not really saying anything and just enjoying the comfortable silence between each other. Just when Draco thought Y/N had finally fallen asleep, he suddenly heard her whisper.

“Can you tell me a story?” It was an odd request, yes, but she said it in such an adorable way that Draco couldn’t possibly not comply. Then again, he loved her so much, he would’ve done it even if she had sneered at him to do it. It should be considered a crime how tightly she had him wrapped around her finger.

“Okay. Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess, the most beautiful in all the realms, who had fallen terribly ill all of a sudden. Thankfully the prince, the only person more beautiful than her”— at that she pinched him, giggling softly in his ear— “was there to take good care of the princess, which led to her recovering in no time.” The story was supposed to end there, really, because what in Salazar’s name was he supposed to say next? Draco had never had anyone tell him any kind of story, considering his parents were far too busy doing Merlin know’s what to ever actually put him to bed when he was a child, which led to his imagination being pretty nonexistent when it came to things like this.

But Y/N prodded him on, asking him what happened next? as if he had any bloody clue himself. If she wanted for him to continue the story, though, he’d be damned if he wouldn’t do just that.

“After the princess had gotten all better, they continued going on the most marvellous adventures together, falling more and more in love with each passing day, until the prince finally dropped on one knee, begging the princess to become his wife and promising to treat her like the queen that she was for the rest of their lives.” He wasn’t entirely sure wether or not he had crossed some line there, mentioning proposing. Of course it had been something he’s thought about in the past, more so recently. They had been, after all, going out for nearly four years now and he simply couldn’t fathom a life without her, not now and not ever. But then again he also couldn’t blame her for not wanting to spend the rest of her life with him. He knew that he didn’t deserve her, the same way he knew that she could do endless amounts better than him, and yet he was too selfish to let her go. He would always be too selfish to let her go, unless she straight up asked him to. No matter what, Draco would never be able to refuse her in anything.

With his thoughts going a mile a minute, he almost missed her soft voice whispering into the silence. “And she said yes.”

Before he could reply, before he could even register what she said and that it was something he could reply to, she had already fallen asleep, safely nestled in his arms.

Draco, on the other hand, was as wide awake as he had ever been, his heart feeling light and full at the same time. He didn’t really know what it meant, wouldn’t for a couple years to come, but he knew what mattered most: That she truly did love him just as much as he loved her.

She had gotten better the next day, much better, not feeling like actual death and maybe, just maybe, accepting the fact that she might have been, in fact, over-exaggerating the previous day.

Her boyfriend, however, was lying in bed now, with a fever and a cough, holding the soup she had brought him for lunch. A part of her wanted to say I told you so and to scold him for not listening to her and cuddling with her when they both knew that there was no way in hell he wouldn’t get sick himself. But truth be told, she enjoyed laying with him by her side too much, enjoyed the lovely story he had told her (even though it wasn’t much of a story now, was it?) and enjoyed taking care of him.

There truly was no place she’d rather be and no person she’d rather have by her side.

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my-unmanageable-mischief · 3 years

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Arranged Marriage Part 1

For the Anon who requested : Hey! Can I request something where Draco's parents arrange a marriage for him, and at first he's pissed, but then he meets her and she's pretty and his type and he winds up really enjoying her? Thank you so much!!

Part 2, Part 3

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Draco slammed the door to his bedroom, he was seething. He’d just gotten home from Hogwarts for Christmas holiday when he was bombarded by his mother, who was in the middle of planning their Christmas ball. However, she had other news as well. He was, against his wishes, engaged. He was absolutely livid with his parents, he hadn’t even been consulted. Not to mention the fact that he was only in his sixth year. He was sixteen years old for Merlin’s sake! And on top of it all, he still had his duties to carry out this year, he didn’t need more stress. And that’s all girls were; stress.

Apparently he would be meeting her, and they’d be announcing their engagement at the ball this year, he kicked his desk chair out of frustration and it skidded across the room, toppling over.

“Fuck me,” He muttered to himself, thinking about the few details his mother had given him. Her name was Y/N L/N, a fellow 6th year at Hogwarts in Ravenclaw. Her father worked for the Dark Lord as well, along with his own parents. Pure-blooded and pretty according to his mother. Any girl his mother thought was pretty was probably a troll. He cursed again and tossed himself onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. He tried to rack his brain, thinking of her name, and going through the 6th year Ravenclaw girls he could remember, seeing if he could match a face to the name.

“Y/N,” He spoke and the name sounded foreign on his lips. He could vaguely remember a girl in his potions class that went by that name with Y/Color/Hair. She wasn’t a troll but she wasn’t anything special either. A quiet bird who mostly kept to herself and sat towards the front of the classroom, typical Ravenclaw he scoffed to himself. This was ridiculous. Marriage! What next? Babies?! He hadn’t even graduated yet!

He wound up falling asleep on his bed, above the covers and shoes still on. His nap was plagued with visions of frilly white dresses and senseless dancing. When he woke up it was dark, and his family’s house elf had left him a dinner plate on his nightstand, but he wasn’t hungry. How could he eat at a time like this?

The week passed by agonizingly slow, and he spent most of his time being forced to help get the manor ready for their ball. His mother took him to Diagon Alley to purchase new dress robes. They were nice, black with all black accents. He looked at himself in his bedroom mirror, listening to the music and chatter from below. He was supposed to be downstairs an hour ago but he couldn’t bring himself to leave his room. He looked handsome, he knew, his pale skin and white hair popping elegantly with the all black ensemble. Yet he didn’t want to go downstairs where he knew his new fiance was waiting for him.

His house elf popped into his room and he looked away from the mirror with a glare.

“Missus said it’s time Mister Malfoy made his way downstairs. Guests are waiting.” Draco turned on his heel and walked towards the door taking a deep breath. He wasn’t nervous, Draco Malfoy did not get nervous. He was pissed and put out, still thinking this entire thing was ridiculous. He walked down the grand staircase, seeing his mother at the base, glaring at him.

“You’re late.”

“Sorry, mother.” She nodded her head in response and attempted to fix his collar but he jerked away from her, doing it himself. Suddenly the french doors leading from the ballroom to the foyer swung open and a girl stormed through like a winter storm. She was wearing a brilliant emerald green dress that hugged her curves and went down to the floor, there was some light beading on the bodice but nothing over the top. Her Y/C/H was up in a fancy array of braids and her Y/C/Eyes were red and slightly swollen.

“I’m not getting MARRIED! Are you daft!” She cried, the man following her looked just like her, same eyes, same hair, much different demeanor.

“Watch your tongue!” He bit out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her towards him with a snarl, “Is that any way to talk to your father?” He looked over at Narcissa and Draco and smirked slightly down at his daughter, “Is that any way to speak in front of your future husband?” Her head snapped around to look where he was looking and she openly glared at him. She was pretty, Y/height, and Draco found himself smirking at the display.

“My sincerest apologies,” She gritted out between clenched teeth, “Malfoy,”

“Call me Draco,” He responded easily. Her father released her and she gripped her wrist with her other hand, holding it to her chest. She stood awkwardly between her father and the two present Malfoys. Narcissa cleared her throat and smiled, greeting the man by his first name.

“Why don’t we rejoin the party, I’d love to speak with your wife about wedding arrangements, and Lucius has some business to discuss with you.” He knew his mother wanted to let them be alone, and while he didn’t particularly want to marry the girl, maybe he could score a sneaky snog out of this. The man nodded curtly and took Narcissa’s arm as they went back through the doors, shutting them behind them. The girl continued to just stand there, glaring in Draco’s general direction.

“Did he just tell you?” He asked, trying to start a conversation. You winced slightly and nodded your head.

“Yes. He didn't think I’d come if I knew. He was right.” Draco laughed and you mustered up a half smile.

“My mother told me when I got home for Christmas.”

“Good for you.” you muttered, looking down. When you looked back up again your face was blank, “I don't want to marry you.” You stated bluntly. He sized you up, mildly surprised by your brashness.

“Listen princess, I don’t exactly want to marry you either, but your father seems pretty deadset.”

“And your parents aren’t?” You questioned, raising a delicate eyebrow at him, arms crossing over your chest. He shrugged.

“They are, I assume. Or they wouldn’t be going through all this trouble. We haven’t really talked about it, I’ve just been told the gist. We-” He gestured between the two of you, “Are to be married, don’t know when, don’t know why.”

“Probably at Voldemort’s request.” You replied and he flinched slightly.

“Don’t say his name.” You smirked.

“Why? Afraid he might come swooping in at any moment?” Draco didn’t want to comment on the amount of times the dark lord had been in his house, and he definitely didn’t want to admit that yes, that was his first thought.

“Call him by his title, the dark lord.”

“Are you a death eater?” You asked, curiously. He shook his head no, unconsciously glancing down at his arm where his soon to be mark would reside.

“Not yet.” You nodded then shook your head.

“Better you than I, I’d never be.” You spat the words out. Merlin, who did his parents want him to marry?

“Well you’ll be married to one.” You shrugged.

“Or maybe I’ll just run away.” You mused aloud, glancing around the foyer, eyes lingering on the door. He looked towards the large front door with you and laughed.

“Run away? With what money? Where would you even go?”

“Paris.” You answered easily, “I’ll make money. I’d be fine.”

“They’d hunt you down, Y/N,” He spoke your name for the first time to you and it felt odd coming from his lips, but not bad. You simply shrugged again.

“It would be worth it,” You whispered. They stood in silence for a few more moments. He wanted to say something but he had no idea what he wanted to say. Again, the french doors opened and Lucius stood in the doorway.

“Draco. Come.” He ordered and he felt his feet moving towards his father on their own accord. He stopped next to you, glancing down. “Bring her. This ball is for you. I will not have you two insulting your mother by spending the entirety of it in the corridor. You will dance, eat, and socialize. That’s an order.”

“Yes father.” And with a swish of his cloak the man was gone again, back into the bustling crowd of pure-blooded wizards and their children. Draco offered his arm to you and you took it with a small sigh.

“He’s charming.” He shushed you, not wanting his father to overhear you. Together you entered the ballroom, Draco leading you towards the bar area.

“Can I get you a drink?” He asked and you nodded with a soft hum, “What do you want,”

“I’ll have a Witch’s Heart.” You spoke, keeping your arm linked with his but making sure there was as much distance between your bodies as you could manage. Did you dislike him that much? He ordered your cocktail and a Firewhiskey on the rocks for himself, thanking the bartender when he handed the drinks over. Draco led you over to a table of familiar faces and pulled your chair out for you before sitting beside you, both hands wrapped around his glass.

“Alright, Malfoy?” Blaise Zabini greeted, clasping the man on the back raising his glass towards him and then you, it was obvious he had already had a few. “Congratulations to the happy couple.” Draco laughed, knocking his glass against the other boy’s.

“Thank you, thank you.” He responded, placing his arm loosely around the back of your chair, you leaned away from him slightly and he frowned, shrugging. Pansy Parkinson glared at you openly and venomously from across the table.

“Y/N, right?” She asked, you nodded your head.

“Hello Pansy.” Her glare deepened. She said nothing more to you, crossing her arms over her dress. It was a similar color to yours, Draco noted, not surprised Pansy had opted for a Slytherin green dress. As much as he was proud of his house, sometimes she had too much house pride. It did surprise him however, that you were wearing the color. He had a feeling your parents had something to do with it. Draco and Blaise talked, Pansy occasionally saything something snippy here and there.

“Draco,” She batted her eyelashes at him from across the table, leaning over so her cleavage popped. Slag, you thought to yourself.

“Yes?”

“Care to dance?” Draco looked at you, and you gave a small shrug. You didn’t care what he did. He wasn’t your husband, and would never be if you got your way, which you were beginning to doubt you would.

“No.” He answered simply. Her face fell and you couldn’t help but smirk, she turned her eyes to you and glared darkly.

“Don’t think you’ve got him, Y/N.” She spat.

“Pardon?” You asked bored.

“He’ll never love you, hell, he’ll never even like you.” She hissed and Draco frowned, about to step in when you laughed loudly.

“Doesn’t matter if he does or doesn’t, love. I’m marrying him, not you.” Pansy was livid. She stood up, hand twitching.

“Hag!” She cried.

“Oh Pans,” You replied, falsely sweet, “Don’t talk down on yourself like that, you’re barely even a hag.” Draco thought she might punch you, Blaise laughed, slapping a hand against Draco’s back.

“Feisty! I love it, you’re lucky mate, you should meet the boring bird my parents want me to marry.” Blaise glanced past Draco and sent you a wink, “Unless you care to switch.”

“I’m alright.” Draco smiled slightly, “Go cool down Parkinson.” Pansy was bright red with anger, she looked at Draco, then to you, then to Draco again, her face softening. She turned with a huff and stalked off to go Merlin knows where.

“She’s a delight,” You commented. Blaise laughed again, standing up.

“Can I get you lot another round?”

“Sure,” You smiled, handing him your glass, Draco followed suit. Once they were alone again Draco turned to you, smiling slightly.

“Sorry about her,” You shrugged and shook your head.

“It’s alright, I’ve dealt with worse, I deal with my mother daily.”

“You don’t get on with your parents?” He questioned and she raised her eyebrows.

“Do you?”

“Enough.”

“I don’t, not much. Probably why they’re trying to shove me off on your family.” He chuckled and nodded, arm still around the back of your chair. He was quiet for a moment, making eye contact with someone from across the room. You followed his gaze and saw his father glaring at the two of you, ah, yes. Your new darling father-in-law. Draco withdrew his arm and offered you his hand.

“Care to dance?” He asked, watching as you sighed and frowned before nodding your head.

“Alright, but I have two left feet as a warning.” He chuckled again and nodded his head.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you.” You felt something in your stomach flutter when he looked at you like that and spoke so tenderly, and Draco honestly couldn’t believe the words had come out of his mouth. He watched as you gathered your dress and took his hand allowing him to lead you out to the dance floor. He placed a hand on your waist and took your hand in his other one, and you snaked your free arm around his neck, keeping a comfortable distance. You began to sway to the music, Draco leading you in the traditional dance the rest of the crowd was partaking in.

“How’s your school year going?” He asked suddenly, needing to break the silence.

“Alright I suppose. Can’t believe they’ve got us preparing for NEWTs already.” Draco nodded with a small laugh.

“Don’t worry too much about it, it’s not like it matters.”

“It’s my future,” You replied confused. Draco nodded his head towards the large grand room around them.

“This is your future. You won’t have to work a day in your pretty little life.”

“And if I want to?” You asked him and he faltered slightly. Wasn’t it every woman's dream to be rich enough to sit on her arse all day?

“What would you do?” He asked, genuinely curious as to what could be better.

“I want to be a healer,” You admitted, stepping on his foot, “Sorry, told you, can’t dance.” He adjusted your position and pulled you slightly closer so he could better lead you in the dance, these shoes were expensive.

“Noble.” He commented. You shrugged.

“I’m good at it, and I like it.” You stated simply and he didn’t press the topic. If you wanted to be a healer, he wasn’t going to argue. At least until you had children. Children!? He shook the thought from his head, Merlin, he didn’t even want to meet you a few hours ago and now he was entertaining the thought of having children with you? He must be mad. Or ill. Mad and ill. The song came to an end and he released you, taking your hand again.

“Shall we find our parents? I’m sure they’d like to see us getting along.” He decided.

“Are we?” You asked him, “Getting along?”

“I’d think so, you haven’t hexed me yet.” You chuckled and he found he liked the sound of your laugh.

“The night is young.” He held your hand as you walked towards your parents who were chatting with several other wizards. You passed Pansy as you went and you couldn’t help but to throw her a smug look, knowing she had been watching you two dance. You might not be thrilled to be marrying the bloke, but you couldn’t deny he was handsome, and you seemed to be getting along, at least for now. And if you could rub it into the snotty little girls face, you would. For fun. She glared in return and you chuckled, causing Draco to look at you, then to the direction of Pansy, smirking himself and tugging you slightly closer to him.

“Jealous?” He asked and you snorted.

“You wish,” As you got closer to your parents you took a deep steadying breath, the hand in Draco’s becoming clammy. He squeezed the hand, noticing your sudden nervousness. Together you would face your parents, he decided, he would make sure you were safe. Afterall, that’s what a husband is for.

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weelittleweasley · 3 years

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masquerade (part 2) (d.m.)

prompt: draco malfoy was your rival in slytherin house. both of you ambitious, bold, and daring. as one of the few pureblood slytherin families left, you promised yourself that you would continue your lineage, but not with scum like malfoy. instead, you would meet a suitor at the annual masquerade ball hosted by the malfoys each year. but what if your prospective suitor is someone you didn’t expect...

pairing: draco malfoy x fem! pureblood reader

warnings: language, underage drinking, mild sexual tension and content (nothing crazy...yet)

word count: 9.4k

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Two days since the ball. It was two days since the night that changed the course of your life as dramatic as it sounded. But rather than dwell on the fact that your prospective suitor was your sworn enemy, you decided to pretend like nothing happened and continued to move on with your life and try to enjoy the rest of the break.

You had already cried all of your tears over this the night you came back from the ball. When the door had shut behind you, you let all the tears fall and the sobs rake through your body. You weren’t upset, you were frustrated. You were mad at yourself that you didn’t see this coming. Of course, with your luck, on one of the most important nights of your life, you end up connecting with the person you despise the most. Draco had fooled you into believing he was someone he was not. He had tricked you like he had done so many times before; this was just a part of his grand plan, wasn’t it? He just wanted to throw you off track. In a way, you thought it was better you than some innocent other person who didn’t know how sinister he truly was.

But again, rather than dwell on the unfortunate situation, you just moved on. If you pretended like it didn’t happen, then no one who didn’t know of the situation didn’t need to. But this didn’t stop your parents from begging you to tell them what was going on.

There you at in front of the fireplace like you usually were when you were at home, curled up with your book, trying to distract yourself with the words on the parchment rather than the thoughts that circled inside your head. The fire crackled beside you as you sighed, closing your book gently, giving into the thoughts that plagued your head. The largest one being how will he react when you see each other again at school?

Avoiding Draco at school would be quite literally impossible. You were both in the same house, the same year, with the same class schedule. Not to mention, you were both prefects, so you spent too much time together. It was going to be a challenge to avoid him at all costs, but you have never met a challenge you couldn’t conquer.

Before you could open your book up again, your mother stood next to the fireplace, looking at you with worried eyes. “Darling, you haven’t spoken about the ball since it happened,” she tells you as you look away from her gaze and to the roaring fire. The roaring fire was exactly how you felt on the inside. You were in flames; furious at yourself, at Draco, at your parents for making you go. The fire inside you was relentless. “(Y/N),” your mother says, grabbing your attention. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

Her eyes were begging you to let her in. You wanted to cry in her arms and tell her how you starting falling for an illusion. The fear of being in love with someone you hated for years lived in your chest and mind, making breathing feel tight. But a part of you feared that once you confided in her, she would realize that you had made a connection with another pureblood, powerful wizard. Your family would better from an engagement and eventually a marriage. The thought made your stomach sick and head reel. Bloody hell, Lottie.

You shake your head, “I would rather not talk about it, Mother. I can assure you that I am fine. Just a...misunderstanding...at the ball. That’s all.” You play with the pages of your book as you nervously fidgeted. You knew your mother didn’t buy your excuse, but instead of urging you further she gave you sad look. She hated seeing you upset. Especially if she knows she can help you. “Besides, the ball is over. I’m going back to school soon and I have to prepare for my N.E.W.T.s now if I want to do well.”

Your mother sighs and walks closer to you, kneeling next to you on the floor. “(Y/N),” she breathes. “Whatever happened at the ball that made you upset, I know you will overcome it. But please, if you need someone to talk to, I am here. Always,” she smiles at you.

With a sad smile back, you quietly thank your mother before she rises and makes her way into the kitchen. You stare into the fire, thinking about how things would change when you got back to Hogwarts. Even though your feelings towards Draco remained unchanged, you can’t help but think about how he was feeling about you. Did this only intensify the rivalry between you two? Did he tell anyone about your dance and almost kiss? Were you compromised?

You pushed the thoughts away again before tucking back into your book, fire crackling away until it was just dusty ashes.

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Winter break was over and the students of Hogwarts had returned. Everyone feeling refreshed from the break with new energy greeted each other in the halls with smiles and embraces, updating friends on the time away they spent from each other.

As you walked into the Slytherin common room, returning from home, you were greeted with a cheer of girlish screams as your friends all ran to embrace you. You giggled as Daphne wrapped her arms tightly around you, rocking you back and forth before Pansy pushed her off to hug you. “Merlin, I feel like it’s been months since we’ve seen each other,” she hugs as you rub her back.

Being back with your friends, you felt grounded. You had recharged back home and now you were with your closest friends who understood you better than anyone else. Well, besides your mother. The one thing was you didn’t know whether or not you wanted to tell them about the masquerade ball. For starters, it was a touchy subject for you given the circumstances. But also, no matter how close you and Pansy were, she definitely was a gossip compared to Daphne. You were scared that if you told them, it would get around to the school like a wildfire. That would surely be talk of the school.

Daphne dragged you to one of the leather couches in the common room before plopping down next to you, she spoke, “There’s so much to catch up on. I don’t even know where to start...”

You laughed and leaned back into the couch, allowing yourself to relax. But as you did so, the tension flew back into your shoulders and your stomach started to churn. Your head felt like your brain was two sizes too big for your skull, reeling. Your palms started to sweat and your mouth ran dry, heart thumping against your chest.

When you turned away for that split second, you saw him. He walked down from the boy’s dormitory. Zabini had an arm wrapped around his shoulder as they both laughed. Draco jokingly punched Zabini’s side as he laughed. It was like you were watching him in slow motion. His white blonde hair flopped over his forehead as he brushed his fingers through it, calmly and cooly like he always did. His pink lips turned up into a bright smile. And his eyes...how could you forget those eyes. The image of his eyes is something that will be seared in your memory forever. Those grey blue icy eyes of his that could melt you if you let him. But you refused.

As he came out into the common room, his eyes landed on you and your heart stopped. Your eyes staring into his and his into yours. Your brain was on overdrive, too many thoughts screaming in your head as you felt your stomach do flips. You kept telling yourself to look away, but for some reason you couldn’t pull yourself away from his gaze. It was a trance.

Draco quite literally stopped when he saw you sitting on the couch, happy eyes and sweet smile as you were surrounded by your posse. Normally when he saw you, his blood would boil and his adrenaline would start pumping. That all happened again when he saw you, but this time his heart sunk to his stomach. It felt like he shouldn’t be looking at you after what happened at the masquerade ball. The small intimacies you shared with each other, none physical, but you had a connection. It was undeniable. Something happened that night that changed the both of you. But he, and you, were unsure if it was something to follow.

Although the gazes at each other only lasted for maximum of five seconds, it felt like forever. You pulled away first, looking back at Daphne, before you felt a heat rush to your cheeks. You took a deep breath in to calm yourself.

Daphne noticed your physical change and furrowed her brow. She knew something was up. Looking around the room, she finally spotted what caused this. “Ah,” she laughs. “Rivals are well rested after a long break and are back and ready for the next challenge I see,” she teases you as you scoff.

The thing about Daphne was she was friends with both you and Draco. You claimed that Daphne was your friend first, but she says she became friends with you at the same time as she became friends with Draco. Daphne didn’t love the idea of two of her closest friends hating each other, but she dealt with it and tried to remain neutral territory when it came to you two. You knew it was hard for her, but you appreciated her efforts.

“I have to stay on my toes if I want to be number one, Daph,” you tell her as you keep your eyes locked on her, Draco and Blaise passing you. You watched them out of your periphery and you knew that Draco was watching you. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to watch the other; you were rivals. You would always steal menacing glances or an eye roll or a glare. But when it happened this time around, things felt different. There was something else this time. You couldn’t put your finger on what it was, but there was something there that wasn’t there before. “Anyway,” you breathe. “Are you going to tell me how your break was or are you going to sit there?” you slap Pansy’s leg.

The two girls exchange about their breaks, letting each other know what gifts they received for the holidays and what fun plans they had. You prayed it wouldn’t come up, but it was inevitable. The three of you all came from pureblood Slytherin families. Your families were all invited to the ball and were all in attendance. And so it came up. “Onto more important things,” Pansy smirks. “(Y/N), after midnight, Daphne and I were searching everywhere for you but we couldn’t find you. Where did you go? I thought you told us that you were going?”

You gulp. Oh, Merlin. How should you approach this? “Yeah, I was there,” you tell them. “I just left right after the reveal. My mother wasn’t feeling too well and father wanted to get her home before it got too late. That’s why you didn’t see me,” you explain, wiping your sweaty palms on your skirt. “But did you two find any matches? Anyone catch your eyes?” you divert the attention off of you and onto them. “I thought I saw you, Pans, talking to that Scottish brute,” you wiggled your eyebrows as Daphne teasingly oooohs.

Pansy blushes, “You mean Jamie?” You and Daphne mockingly fan yourselves and repeat his name loudly as Pansy’s cheeks turns a deep red shade. “Oh, stop it, would you?” she exclaims. “He’s very nice. He’s older than us, but a pureblood nonetheless. My parents are quite fond of him.”

Smiling at your friend, you squeeze her hand. “That’s great, Pans. I’m so happy for you. You deserve every happiness,” you tell her and she smiles. “What about you, Daph? Anyone?”

She rolls her eyes, “Bloody hell no. Every bloke I danced with got worse and worse.” You laugh. “My parents were disappointed that I didn’t find anyone, but I guess there’s always next year? Besides, I’m not in any rush to find someone.” She leans back into the couch. “You know who I am curious about though,” she speaks in a hushed tone. Pansy leans forward, excited to receive new gossip. “I saw Malfoy dancing with a bird at the ball. She looked lovely. No clue who she is though. But Draco told me that he had a great night with her, but he doesn’t think anything will come of it.”

Your heart stops. So Draco did tell people about the dance. He told people of you. Well, not you, but your masked you. He had a great night with you? The thought made your heart flutter. Before you realized his identity, you were swooning over him. The night was seemingly perfect, dare you say, before the identity reveals. You bite the inside of your cheek as you think about the ball and how Draco held the small of your back as you waltzed across the ballroom to the beautiful swelling orchestra. How he plucked the rose off the bush and handed it to you with a kind smile. The way he took your chin in between his fingers, titling up gaze up to his. The gesture made your heart thud and you sigh. It was like a fairytale. But it all came crashing down at the stroke of midnight in classic fairytale fashion. There’s always a twist for the princess. How come?

Snapping yourself out of your daydream, you say, “I feel sorry for the poor girl. Malfoy probably crushed her feet under his big, fat ones.” This makes Pansy giggle and Daphne roll her eyes. “Seriously,” you smile. “The stupid git hates dancing, you know he stepped on her toes at least twice!”

Daphne furrows her brows as she lightly laughs, “How did you know he hates dancing?”

Shit.

You have to think quickly. Draco told you he hated dancing when you were at the ball, dancing together. “What idiot boy doesn’t hate slow dancing?” you reply plainly. It was true, most of them did. Daphne shrugs, buying it before returning to a conversation that Pansy was having with her about Jamie.

You relaxed back into the couch, tuning out their conversation and entering your own thoughts. So Draco told Daphne he didn’t want to pursue things with you or the “mystery girl.” That made things easier now, didn’t it? You didn’t have to decide for the both of you. But in a way, you were a little disappointed which surprised you. Even though you would rather hex yourself than be in a relationship with Draco, why didn’t he want to? Was there something unappealing about you? Was it something you said?

The more you sat and thought about it, the more upset you got about it. Why were you upset? You shook your head and thought to yourself, Get your priorities straight, (Y/N). It was one night and it was a mistake. You both realized that. Now get a grip and get to work.

“Alright, enough of that,” you huff, standing up from the couch. “It’s about time I resume my usual position in the library,” you brush off your skirt and grab your bag.

Daphne groans, “Already? (Y/N), we literally just got back and you want to go study now?” You nod your head. “Come on, five more minutes to catch up. We have the rest of the term to study and be cooped up in the library. Let’s just hang out tonight,” she tries to reason with you as Pansy pulls on your arm, trying to get you to sit again.

You laugh at your friends’ antics. You did love being around them and spending time with them, but you couldn’t help but think about how you needed to be two steps in front of the rest of your classmates. Especially Draco. “Tempting as it sounds, excellence waits for no one, girls,” you tell him as they roll their eyes. “Oh come on, it’s not like I won’t see you! We’re all bloody roommates!” you reason with them. “I’ll see you later.”

The three of you blow kisses to each other before you walk out of the common room and down the halls to the library. As you walked, you had a pep in your step. Maybe this masquerade encounter with Draco was exactly what you needed in a weird way. It was just another reason to prove to Draco that you are and will always be better than him. He couldn’t have you as a partner or as a classmate. You will always be on top of him. Wait, no. On top. Geez.

This term was the term you were really going to prove to Draco and to the rest of the school that this rivalry was over. You had won. You were going to be better than him in classes, in grades, in your N.E.W.T.s. Everything. You were going to prove to him that you had it all; the brains, the nerve, the confidence, and the looks. And he couldn’t have you with or with out some stupid black silk mask.

You entered the library and smiled. The Hogwarts library was like home. You have fond memories and not so fond memories from your previous years. Late night study sessions, snack breaks, laughing in the stacks with friends, nervously cramming for a quiz that slipped your mind, pulling at the roots of your hair trying to find the answer to a question, crying over how stressed you were, but eventually Daphne coming into the library with a snack from the kitchen to comfort you. The library was host of so many core memories for you. It made you feel excited, nervous, stressed, and everything in between.

As you walked to your usual table, you placed down your books and journals and looked at your organized schedule. You ran your finger down the page, looking for the titles of the books that you need to grab for this session.

Walking through the stacks made you smile. It reminded you of when you were a first year student, so small in stature as you would look up at the shelves a think about how tall they were. Now, taller you laugh at the thought. It was loopy to think that it was your last year at Hogwarts before you graduated. This place was home for seven years. It was your happy place and you had to say goodbye. You didn’t know how you could say goodbye to something so special, so near and dear to your heart. It would certainly not be easy, but you didn’t need to think about that. You still had a whole term ahead of you.

Plucking books off of their shelves as you spotted them, you continued to weave your way through stacks. As you turned down one, you scanned the shelves for one book in particular. You let your fingers trace the spines of the books as you looked for it. Finally, there it was on the shelf as you smiled. But as you grabbed for it, another pair of hands grabbed it too.

As you turned to the side to see who it was, your eyes widened. The two of you redacted your hands from the book as they touched each other. Draco’s eyes stared into yours as you stared right back. Your heart beat against your chest hard, thumping. It didn’t take you long to snap yourself out of it and realize who exactly this boy was. With a scoff, you reach for the book again, him going back for it as well. “Give it to me, Malfoy,” you say through gritted teeth. “I’m sure you can look along with Crabbe and Goyle. Certain they make excellent study partners,” you sneer.

Draco rolls his eyes, “I need my own copy.”

You pull on the book so it’s in your hands. “Too bad this is the last one and I need it. So screw your own copy and look along with your study buddies,” you try to walk away.

Before you take one step away, you feel his hands grab the book. But instead of ripping it out of your hands, he tugs on it which makes you spin back and crash into his chest. You land with a little oof and then you realize the position you are in. Chests pressed up against each other, faces inches away. Before you can process what’s going on, he steals the book from your hands with a smirk. “How about you go find someone who cares that it’s the last copy?” he speaks taking three steps back.

You groan and lunge for the book as he holds it above his head, arm extended. Malfoy chuckles as you jump for the book. Then you think. Work smarter, not harder. With a smirk, you lift up your foot and stomp on Draco's shiny leather loafer. He groans in pain, dropping the book as you scoop it up.

You contently smile and walk the other way down the stacks. You walk quickly away from Draco as you hear his approaching footsteps. You duck into another stack towards the back of the library. “Not so fast, (Y/L/N),” he speaks as you dart down the stacks, trying to get away from him.

Suddenly, there’s a dead end. You are face to face with a wall. “Shit,” you huff as you flip around, face to face with Draco now, feet apart.

He stands there with a shit eating smirk on his face. “Give me the book,” he speaks simply.

“Make me,” you bite back. You see Draco swallow hard before taking slow steps towards you. Your eyes widen, not knowing what the hell he was going to do. You don’t take a step backward. You were going to stand your ground. Poor boy wanted his own book? He could cry about it for all you could care. You needed this book meanwhile two other guys at his table had the book and he could look on with them.

As he approaches, you take a step to the left and he mimics your movements. Step to the right. Step back to the left. You laugh, “I thought you hated dancing, Malfoy.” This makes him clam up as you bring up the statement he had told you at the masquerade ball before you had removed your masks and revealed yourselves to each other. He gulps hard as you laugh at how he reacts. “Oh, wait, right, I forgot,” you smile walking over to him with a smirk on your lips, eyes burning into his icy ones, melting him under your gaze. You lean in and whisper in his ear as seductively as you can, “I made dancing more tolerable for you, don’t I?”

Pulling away, you watch Draco’s face. His jaw is locked and his eyes are fixated on yours. You watch as his pupils dilate, making his eyes darker. You feel your heart rate accelerate as you lightly gulp, eyes darting between his eyes and his lips. Your mind is screaming for you to get out of there and finish your work, what you came here to do. But your feet are glued to the ground.

Within seconds, you feel Draco’s hand on yours that holds the book. And then all of a sudden, you are pushed up agains the bookcase, your spine pressing into the spines of books. You gasp as he does so, a hint of a smile on his lips as you do so. You are frozen. Draco takes your hand that holds the book and pins it above your head with one of his. Your eyes don’t leave his, staring into them.

As you stare at him, the memories of the ball flood your mind. How his eyes stared so intensely into yours as you danced. How his eyes squinted when he laughed at your jokes. How his hand held yours in his so tenderly as if to not break it. How his skin felt when he brushed your cheek in the garden. How just a look could make your heart race, blood boil, stomach churn, and head reel. How could one boy make you feel all of this.

Your thoughts are interrupted when he plucks the book out of your hand with one swift motion, eyes still glued to yours. With his other hand, he allows a finger to trace down your palm and down your forearm before brushing your cheek. “I only danced with you,” he whispers hot against your face, inches away from each other. “Don’t let that go to your head. Lots of girls would kill to be in your position,” he speaks as he looks at how he has you, pushed up against the bookcase, right where he wants you. Your body pressed up against the bookshelf, his body close to yours, hips just grazing each other. “The book is mine, darling. Maybe when Crabbe is done, you can have his.”

And with that, he leaves down the stacks, disappearing back to his table. You are left there, panting and breathless, hand still above your head. Slowly, you peel yourself off from the bookcase and just try to process what the hell just happened. “Bloody fucking prick,” you growl to yourself as you walk down the stacks.

It was one thing when you brought up the ball to him in that manner. It was harmless. Tame. But what he did? That was uncalled for. That was...

No, no, that was wrong. You were not going to let Draco Malfoy get away with that. Absolutely not. You straighten out your skirt and walk back to where Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy all sit in the library. Draco looks up from his book and sees you walking over. He shakes his head with a smirk as you glare at him. “If you can’t look along with one of these numbskulls,” you speak as you grab Goyle’s book, “then maybe they can look along with you. Happy studying, boys.” You smile to Crabbe and Goyle who are very confused as Draco rolls his eyes.

You turn around and walk to your table, knowing damn well that their eyes are watching you walk away. You smirk to yourself, knowing that Malfoy is burning holes into the back of your head. But you let him look.

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After studying for some time in the library, you make your way back to your dormitory, yawning. The day was definitely long with your traveling back to school, unpacking, seeing your friends, studying, your little interaction with Draco...

You make your way up the stairs, dragging your feet behind you as lug your bag up the stairs and to your room. You push the door open to be greeted by Pansy and Daphne who sit on Daphne’s bed, chatting and laughing, eating some sweets from Honeydukes. “Look whose decided to join the party!” Pansy exclaims as you yawn. “Don’t tell me you’re going to bed. (Y/N), come on!”

You start taking off your uniform and change into your comfortable pajama pants and a old, oversized t-shirt. “I’ll stay up a little while longer,” you smile at Pansy who claps her hands. You walk over to Daphne’s bed and plop down on it. Pansy pulls you into her lap as she plays with your hair before asking if she can braid it as you nod.

Daphne smiles, “How much studying did you get done?”

Sighing, you think. “I finished the assignments for this week’s classes. But none of the write ups yet. I studied for DADA and Potions, but not much else. Some light work,” you shrug.

Pansy cackles. “Light work?” she exclaims. “What you do in one night is what I do in two weeks!”

The three of you laugh as you lay on the bed, enjoying each other’s company. “But I wanna know how everyone’s day was,” you insist before an idea pops into your head. You sit up to look at your two friends. “I learned something recently. Let’s do Rose, Bud, Thorn!” you exclaim as Pansy furrows her brows and Daphne tilts her head. “You tell everyone a good part about your day, a bad part, and something that you are looking forward to. I’ll start so you get the gist,” you smile as your friends shake their heads at your excitement. “So my Rose was getting to see you guys again after break,” you beam as Pansy squeezes your arm. “My thorn...” you think before the library flashes in your mind and how Draco pushed you up against the bookcase plays over in your head. Not necessarily a thorn, but definitely unexpected...You snap yourself out and clear your throat. “...was seeing Malfoy in the library as I was trying to have an enjoyable night...and my bud is getting back to normal tomorrow! Daph, you’re next.”

She rolls her eyes. “Only you would be excited over starting classes again,” she huffs as you shrug. “Okay...my rose was getting this huge box of sweets from my parents whilst you were in the library,” she laughs as you look at the enormous box. “My thorn is the stomach ache that I’m getting for eating too many chocolate frogs,” she confesses. “And my bud is getting a goodnights sleep. Pans?”

Pansy sighs, “Okay, well, my rose...” she giggles. “...I just got an owl from Jamie not too long ago with a letter from him.” You and Daphne oooh as Pansy blushes. “And my bud is getting to read it in the privacy of an empty common room after curfew,” she laughs as she gets off the bed and makes her way to the door.

“But what about your thorn!” Daphne calls out as Pansy opens the door.

Pansy calls back, “I don’t have one! I’ll be back up soon!”

You and Daphne just took at each other and shake your heads at Pansy. “She’s ridiculous,” you chuckle. “But I’m happy that she found someone at the ball that she cares for,” you tell Daphne as you play with the hem of your shirt. If only the same came to you.

Daphne looks at you in the eyes, knowingly and raises her brow. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion at why she was making this face. This face was reserved for when Daphne was calling you out on something or calling your bluff. But you were serious. You were happy for Pansy, how could you not be? She had always been pining over guys and you were happy that she had found someone. “What?” you laugh nervously. “Why are you giving me that look?” She looks at you again, waiting for you to confess to something you did know. “Daph, I’m clueless. What’s up?”

She sighs and speaks plainly. “I know you were at the ball, (Y/N), and I know you danced with Draco.”

Your heart stops and your eyes widen. You open your mouth to say something, to defend yourself, but you can’t. You just stutter a little bit before sighing. Daphne gives you a sympathetic smile. “How?” you ask.

“My mother saw you at the ball with your parents just before you left. She said you were wearing your mother’s mask from when she met your father,” she smiles at you as you sigh, defeated. People were bound to figure it out soon enough and you were glad that Daphne was first to know. She would take this to the grave. “Besides that, the common room this morning, you two staring at each other, you knowing that he hates dancing, and then just now. The only other person I know who plays Rose, Bud, Thorn is Draco. He taught you, didn’t he?” she asks as you nod. She smiles sweetly. “Your secret is safe with me,” she tells you as let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in as you squeeze her hand, silently thanking her. “But...maybe this was a good thing, (Y/N). Maybe it was another force letting you know that this might be a good partnership for you rather than a rivalry.”

Her words make you freeze and shut down. A good thing? The only good thing that came of this was more motivation to defeat Draco in every task. “Daph, we’ve been enemies since I stepped foot into Hogwarts. Our families have been rivals since the dawn of time. If anything, it’s illogical. It wouldn’t make sense for the two of us to be together. It would simply add wood to the fire,” you defend. It proposition for you and Draco to be together was preposterous. You couldn’t believe what Daphne was suggesting.

Daphne sighed, knowing that the suggestion was silly, but it was worth a shot. Love was not in the cards with you both regardless if you felt something that night at the ball. And in the library...it was beside the point. Draco was someone that you never wished to associate yourself with. The ball was a slip-up, a mistake, an accident. Nothing would ever happen between you two. You were going to make sure of it.

Daphne gives you a sad smile. “I understand,” she spoke. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

“It’s not your fault, Daphne,” you squeeze her hands. “I know it’s difficult being friends with both Draco and I sometimes, but you have to know how much I appreciate you always being there for me.”

Daphne says, “Of course, (Y/N). You’ve always been there for me and it’s only right that I do the same.”

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As you pack your things to leave Defense Against the Dark Arts, you start to think about all of the work you needed to start in the library. Book to read, notes to take, study guides to prepare. You groaned at the thought of the amount of work you had to, and on a Friday of all days. You knew that a party was bound to happen tonight in one of the common rooms. It was the first Friday of the term since the break and people wanted a way to relax. A party is just what everyone needed. It was just a matter of who was going to throw it.

You walk out of the classroom as Pansy links her arms with you and Daphne as she sing-songs, “Friday night!” You shake your head as Daphne laughs. “First night out since first term, we have to go to a party tonight. No excuses, no options.”

Pansy looks at you as she says the last words, knowing that you would fabricate some excuse to get out of the party and use the time to study. You didn’t study every weekend, but when you saw the opportunity to get ahead, you took it. Yes, it did mean that you missed out on some absolute bangers of parties, but in the end, you convinced yourself that it was worth it since you were one of the brightest in your class.

“I’ve got a lot of work on my plate, Pansy, I don’t know if a party is in the cards for me tonight,” you shrug as Pansy throws her head back and groans.

Daphne leans over to look at you as you walk. “Can’t you push it off until tomorrow? It’s the first weekend of term. Surely you want to celebrate with us?” she shimmies her shoulders.

But before you can open up your mouth to speak, you are spoken for. A voice speaks from behind you and the moment you hear it you know it’s him. Who else. “No, (Y/N) has too much parchment up her ass to have fun. She’ll spend her night alone in the library like she usually does,” Draco spits as you flip around in the middle of the hallway.

When your eyes meet, you glare at him, burning into his as his eyes stare back at you. He smirks as he walks towards you and your friends, you folding your arms in front of your chest. You knew that the library incident from earlier this week only put fuel on the fire. He was doing this to push your buttons. It was certainly working, but you weren’t going to let him know that.

You take a step forward and suck on your teeth as Draco approaches. “Oh, pardon me, I forgot. I actually get good marks because I work hard. Not because my daddy scares the professors into giving me good ones,” you retort as Draco scoffs. “It’s called work ethic.”

Draco is quick to jump on a comeback, saying, “No, darling, it’s called being uptight.” Your stomach churns at the nickname he used, reminding you of when he first called you that at the ball. You taste bile in your mouth as you gulp it down. “I will bet that I you will be in that library until the wee hours of the morning. Won’t you? Instead of having fun or getting laid like the rest of us, you’ll be cooped up with a silly book, probably next to Granger. What a match you two are. Too pathetic to have fun.”

His words made your skin crawl with rage and your fist tighten. You wanted to smack the smug smile on his face as Crabbe and Goyle chuckle behind him. You wanted to scream about how disgusting and vile he was, how the sight of him made you want to vomit. You feel Daphne pull on your arm, telling you to go, but you ignore her. “The only thing that’s pathetic is your lack of ability to find a poor girl who actually wants to be around you,” you speak through gritted teeth.

This one stung. And you knew it did. Draco’s eyes lightly widened as you delivered the blow as you let out a breathy chuckle at his reaction. You knew it was cold, but it’s what he deserved. Draco was a beast and you knew exactly what to do to tame him. But you weren’t done. You weren’t going to let yourself be embarrassed in front of your housemates and other on looking students.

Taking one more step further, you speak, “And actually, maybe I won’t find myself in the library tonight. Maybe...” you look at Daphne and Pansy with a little smile dancing on your lips, “...I’ll be the one to the throw tonight’s party. Slytherin common room. I’ll get it all ready and inform people. Fifth years and up only. I don’t want any children. So, unfortunately, Draco that rules you out.”

With a swift turn, you walk back to Pansy and Daphne who wear proud smiles on their faces. Before Draco can protest, you start to strut down the hall, not caring a bit about what he had to say. If Draco thought that you were too uptight to have fun, you were going to prove him wrong. He thought he could have more fun than you could? Yeah, right.

But what if that was his plan? To get you distracted from your studies. So you didn’t do work tonight and that threw you off for the rest of the week. Was it all part of some elaborate scheme? He was sneaky like that. But it was too late. You had already said you would host the party which meant finding music, getting food and drinks, and making sure people knew about the party and the password to enter the common room.

Oh, tonight would be interesting.

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You are frantically pacing in your room, checklist in hand as you tick things off. You tick off guest list and sharing the password to the common room. You tick off food. You and a couple of Slytherins managed to sneak into the kitchens and grab some food with the help of some house elves, sneaking snacks and such into the common room. And lastly, you tick off drinks. You had managed to convince Theodore Nott to run out to go get fire whiskey for the night in exchange for doing his Potion’s homework for the week. No big deal, easy trade.

Pansy laughed as she watched you nervously pace around as she coated her lashes in thick mascara. “Relax, babes,” she laughs. “Tonight is supposed to be fun. You need it more than any of us. Take a load off. Unwind. Have fun. Alright?” she says as you exhale and smile. She was right. Parties were supposed to be fun, not stressful. “Now, let’s pick out an outfit for you, shall we?”

She gets up and raids your trunk, looking for something for you to wear. You sit on your bed and look at Daphne with eyes that scream help as Daphne laughs, brushing through her beautiful hair.

Pansy gasps as she finds a top deep in the trunk. A simple white cropped tank top that you hadn’t wore since year five when you got sick at Hogsmeade. You shiver at the memory. You thought that top brought you bad luck, even though it was your boobs look fantastic. “You haven’t worn this in ages!” she exclaims. You shake your head. If you wore the top, you wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about the time you got sick. She groans, “Ugh! Fine. But if you won’t wear it again, I’ll take it.” She continues to dig through the trunk when she comes across a top you haven’t seen in a while. It was a sage green collared crop top that you and Daphne had picked out when you had gone shopping a few years ago. You smiled at the memory fondly. That was a great day. “What about this one? I think it’s nice. I have a pair of jeans you could wear with it!”

You nod your head as you start to change into outfit that Pansy constructed for you. You had to admit, it looked great. The green top had fit you perfectly, highlighting your figure. Pansy’s jeans fit great as you looked at your bum in the mirror. Pansy teasingly slaps it as you laugh. “Not too bad, Parkinson,” you tease her as she flips her hair.

“I know,” she mocks. “Now, let’s hurry up! I want to dance!”

With a few last touches of mascara and gloss and stealing another glance in the mirror, the three of you make your way into the common room. Only a few people are there, mostly the people who had agreed to help you set up. “Alright,” you beam. “Nott, set up the drinks over there on the table with cups. Daph and Pans, the food should be next to the drinks. Zabini, I trust you have good music,” you instruct as Zabini gives you a wink.

Soon enough, the common room filled up with people and your anxiety grew a little. You ran over to Pansy who was chatting with a few other Slytherins, sipping occasionally from her plastic cup. “Pans, do you think people are having fun?” you fiddle with your fingers as you watch people around the room, bodies dancing, people laughing, drinking, and eating.

Pansy rolls her eyes, “Merlin’s sake, (Y/N), the only person who you need to worry about having fun is you.” She grabs your hand with a mischievous smirk and drags you to the drinks. Before you can protest, she instructs, “Goyle! Pour (Y/N) a shot...make that two!”

You groan, “Pansy, come on.”

She hands you two shots of fire whiskey as she giggles. “Just have a little. It’ll loosen you up. Not to mention, it’s a bit of liquid confidence. Make you dance a little better. Flirt a little better...” she teases as you shake your head. “Come on! Shots! Shots! Shots!” she starts chanting as people join, a chorus chanting for you to throw back the two shots in your hands.

With a defeated sigh and a smile, you lift up the shots and cheers to the party before throwing them both back, the party cheering as you do so. The whiskey burned your throat, but warmed your chest in all the right places. You squint your eyes shut at the sensation and shook your head. “Bleh,” you stick out your tongue as Pansy drags you to the dance floor. “You’re lucky I’m a nice person, Parkinson.”

Some time passes and you find yourself a few more shots in to be tipsy, but not drunk. You dance in the common room with your friends, smiling and laughing along to the music. This was just what you needed. Time to loosen up and forget about your obligations for once. Push assignments out of your head, exams, and Draco.

But of course, wherever you are, he’s close behind. Fashionably late to parties as usual, Draco walks into the common room as music booms and people laugh and chatter. He wore black jeans and a white button down, a few buttons undone. Draco ran fingers through his hair as he scanned the room, looking for something or someone. Your gaze didn’t shift from him as you danced next to Daphne.

Then his eyes meet yours and he stops. For a moment, you just stare at each other before a smirk appears on his face as you gulp. You feel heat rising to your cheeks. Draco’s eyes graze all over your body, the gesture making you feel bare naked when you were fully clothed. Your heart raced as his eyes met yours again. He shook his head with a small smile before mouthing, “Library full?”

That’s when the rage takes over and you give him the finger and make a disgusted face at him before looking at Daphne who watches your changing expression. “Draco,” you tell her as she nods.

“Forget about him. Tonight, we have fun and not worry about him. Come on,” Daphne grabs your hand and spins you around as you laugh. The two of you dance around to the upbeat music, spinning the other around, jokingly grinding on each other as you know boys stare with their mouths open. You could care less, you were having fun with your best friend. “Let’s grab a drink,” she whispers in your ear over the music as you nod.

You make your way over to the drinks, Daphne pouring shots out. As you wait for a shot, you feel a body next to you.

Looking at them, you roll your eyes. “You follow me fucking everywhere, Malfoy,” you groan. “Don’t you have anything better to do than being my stalker?”

Draco ignores your comment and looks over to Daphne who hands him a shot. She sends him a wink as he nods. “Maybe if you shut your big mouth for a moment, you’d hear what I have to say, (Y/L/N),” Draco speaks as you scoff. “A toast. To none of us being stuck in that damned library tonight,” he offers.

A peace offering? From Malfoy? This seemed too good to be true. But honestly, you were willing to take the risk. You could use a bit of kindness from him after everything that’s happened.

Sighing, you raise your shot glass to his and take the shot, the liquid running hot down your throat as you cough a little bit. You look at Draco who is still watching you before he takes his shot and looks at you again with a small smile. “Enjoy the party,” he speaks before dashing off to go join Zabini who speaks to a few girls who obnoxiously flirt with him. Draco joining to get some action as well.

You scoff and turn to Daphne. “What in the hell was that about?”

She shakes her head. “Ignore it,” she instructs. “Let’s keep dancing.”

More time passes and you are still tipsy, but giggly nonetheless, mostly because of how much fun you were having rather than the alcohol. You hadn’t had this much fun in a while as you swayed your hips to the music, dancing with your friends. Your hair was now tied up in a ponytail as your face was dewy with sweat.

Almost everyone was dancing or interacting with each other in some way. The party was bumping and everyone was enjoying themselves. People kept on coming up to you and telling you how great it was. Regardless of their houses, people were loving interacting with each other and catching up. It all felt like old times for a moment. Everyone happy and having fun with each other no matter what their house was. It made you smile.

You continued to dance as your eyes scanned the crowd of people around you. For some reason, your mind kept wandering on about Draco and where was and what he was doing. His little comment before by the drinks confused you. Was it a peace offering? Was it sarcastic? What was going on inside that boy’s head?

Scanning the dance floor, that’s when you spot him. You see his blonde hair and his tall boy sway to the music. You smile softly to yourself when you see him. But it quickly subsides when you see what’s going on.

On the other side of the dance floor, Draco’s front side is pressed against Tracy Davis as he grinds against her. Your heart drops and your blood boils. Draco holds onto her hips as he grinds his hips against her backside as he bites back a smirk, dancing against her. Your blood is boiling for some reason at the sight.

You shake your head. You weren’t supposed to care about what he was doing. Tonight was about you having fun, not you worrying about where Draco was and what he was doing and who he was with. This was about you.

But you can’t stop watching him. The way his hands grip her hips. The way his hips sway to the music. The way his lips whisper something in her ear as she giggles, flipping her brown hair. The way he smirks when his eyes meeting yours that stare at him.

You can’t pull your gaze from his. You are locked in on him. And his one yours. But he doesn’t stop dancing against Tracy. They grind against each other as Draco smirks and moves his hips against Tracy’s backside before flipping her around and rocking his pelvis against hers, still not breaking eye contact with you.

This was wrong. All of it. You watching him. You feeling this way. Your cheeks becoming beet red. This was horrific. And yet you continued to watch him and him you.

This was a challenge now. And you weren’t backing down. A smirk forms on your glossed lips. With a few steps, you walk over to Theodore Nott is and grab his hand. You smirk at him and bite your lip, pulling him to the dance floor as he smiles. “What do you think you’re doing?” he teasingly wiggles his eyebrows.

“Having fun,” you respond simply, eyes raking up and down his body. You knew that when you wanted to, you could pull anyone you wanted. You had this confident and cool air that just made you intoxicating. “Dance with me.” Immediately, you’re pressed against Theodore, grinding against each other as he grabs your hips, guiding them in slow motions as you bite your lip. You hold onto his biceps as you dance against him. He leans over and whispers in your ear, “Geez, (Y/N), I didn’t know you were like this.”

You look over to where Draco is as his previous smirk drops as he watches you dance against Theodore, your hands on his as they grip on your hips, backside pressed against him, swaying back and forth. Without breaking eye contact with Draco, you reply to Nott, “I’m full of surprises.”

Draco stops dancing against Tracy and you can see him tense up. He gulps hard as he watches you continuing to dance against Theodore. You smiled, knowing that you had won. You just drop your left eye in a wink and that’s what sends Draco off of the dance floor and to the stairs.

You smile in victory as you gently stop dancing against Theodore, now that you’ve gotten what you wanted. “Thanks for the dance,” you smile at him as he drops his eye in a wink before leaving the dance floor.

You turn to where your friends are, seeing them dance around and singing along to the music. You want to join them, but a part of you is screaming to go find Draco. Weirdly, you felt bad. Maybe you shouldn’t have dance with Theodore. Sure, he was cute, but where you leading him on? Did you make Draco jealous?

Why would Draco be jealous? There was nothing to be jealous about.

And that’s what sends you to the stairs as you find Draco sulking by them, pacing back and forth. He looks up and sees you and just scoffs, “I thought you were the host of this party? You’re supposed to stay with the group.”

“And I thought you hated dancing,” you retort, looking at Draco with your arms crossed.

A small smirk appears on Draco’s face again as he descends a few stairs to meet you halfway. “(Y/L/N), were you jealous of me dancing with Davis?” he asks, folding his arms.

You scoff and roll your eyes. Maybe you were a little bit, but there was no way Draco was going to get that piece of information. “Absolutely not,” you state as Draco sarcastically nods. “Why? Were you trying to make me jealous?” you ask, raising your brows.

Draco laughs, “Why would I want to make you jealous?” You just stare at him, biting the inside of your cheek, controlling yourself. “Tracy Davis is hot. Nice arse.”

“You’re pathetic, Malfoy,” you spit at him.

Before you can leave him in the stairs, Draco stops you. “What about that stunt you pulled with Nott?” he asks.

You turn around, now your turn to laugh, “Ohhh, were you jealous of me dancing with Theodore?” Draco just tenses his jaw and gulps. You take a step toward him, testing the waters. “Admit it, you’re a pathetic, jealous son of a bitch.”

Draco says through gritted teeth, “Fuck off, would you?”

You smile, knowing you’re getting the best of him. His icy eyes stare into your fiery ones, battling each other. “Accept defeat, Malfoy,” you speak. “You’re just gonna have to live with the fact that I will always get the best of you.”

He chuckles, “And you’re just gonna have to live with the fact that you’re attracted to me and there’s nothing you can do about it.” You clench your fists. “You can’t get me out of your mind and you hate yourself for it.”

His words take you back. Your eyes widen and your mouth falls agape as you scoff. Draco smirks. The two of you are less than a foot away now, little steps drawing you closer and closer. There is electricity between the two of you and it was palpable.

“I fucking hate you,” you sneer at him.

He laughs, “I fucking hate you. I always have and I always will.”

“Is that a promise?” you ask, smiling sarcastically at him.

The two of you just glare at each other, inches away from the other, heavily breathing, chests rising and falling with the amount of pent up anger you both hold. Draco’s eyes dart between your eyes and then looking at your lips. Your heart stops for a moment as you stare at his, just watching his lips.

It all felt like when you were in the rose garden at the ball. When he looked in your eyes and then at your lips. That instance being more gentle and kind, this instance full of passion and rage building in your chests.

Draco’s eyes dart back to your eyes as you look up at him, still heavily breathing. His eyes search yours for a moment as if he’s looking for something.

Before anything else can happen, he has you pushed up against the brick wall and his lips are slammed against yours as you tangle your fingers in his hair, lips feverishly kissing his.

This would change everything.

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Champagne Problems (G.W. x Reader)

House: Slytherin

Universe: Not Canon (I think by now its safe to say I don’t like to follow canon much in my writing )

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

TW: Talks about blood purity. Controlling Parents

Word Count: 3.5 K

Get ready for some angst! Based loosely on Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift because I got inspiration for it while listening to this song. It turned out way longer then I expected. Sorry if there is any mistakes, I haven’t fully edited it. Enjoy!

Note: I aged up Draco, Pansy & Blaise to be the same age as the reader and George.

(The picture above was made by me. I tried to make the handwriting seem a bit messy on purpose) Plus George would be the one to draw doodles on a note.)

One for the money, two for the show. I never was ready, so I watch you go

Growing up in a rich pure blood family, (y/n) knew what was always expected of her. She was to know her place at all times. Whether that meant knowing she was better then half-bloods and muggle-borns. You are to never be seen with their kind darling her mother would tell her since she was very little. She was also raised to not go against her parents wishes. Sit straight and make sure you always look your best her mother had ingrained in her brain. Ever since she was a little girl her mother had fretted over her looks and manners. If you want a good husband you must be your best darling.

She was to only be friends with the children of other pure-blood families. Make strategic friendship and make sure that she kept those who benefited her the most close. Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy surprisingly had become close friends of hers. They aren’t a group of friends who share their deepest secrets but they brought comfort to each other. They knew what the other was going through as they were all basically destined for the same fate. To keep their pure-blood lineage strong.

Her future was set in stone before she could even talk. She was to marry someone of her same blood status and continue their bloodline. She was never given the option to choose who she wanted to love. She was expected to give up her life. And that’s exactly what she did as she gave up on the only man she’s loved. George Weasley.

She had met George at Hogwarts back when they were both students. He was in the same year as her. She had heard of him, I mean who had not with the way him and Fred were infamous with their prank pulling. Life was cruel at times and she wondered if she was being punished in a way when she fell for him.

Bustling crowds or silent sleepers. You're not sure which is worse

She shared a dorm with Pansy for her final year. They had a very complicated friendship. They cared about each other and they would often share their thoughts with each other. Pansy’s parents expected the same out of her. It was nice to have another person who understood what she was going through. Although she knew to never share her deepest secrets with Pansy, she was an opportunist who would use anything against her in the end. Her and Pansy often spoke on who they thought their parents were thinking of marrying them off to. Being a part of the sacred 28 meant that there was a decent sized list of options of who they’d be married off to. It was such a twisted conversation for two young girls to be having. Childhood and lives continuously being controlled by others.

“I wouldn’t mind Adrian Pucey”, Pansy said from her desk as she continued to write her DADA homework. “Or even Draco or Blaise.”

“Really?” (Y/N) responded all the way from her bed. She was looking for her shoes as she was about to go out for one of her nightly walks around the school.

“Yeah. I heard he’s still single.”

“What about you”, Pansy questioned with an eyebrow raise as she dropped her quill and turned to face (y/n).

��Not Marcus Flint that's for sure. Remember how creepy he was during the Yule Ball last year”, (y/n) laughed with an eye roll.

“Yeah, he wouldn’t stop trying to touch your waist.”

“Anyway, enough about Flint. I’m going to go for my nightly walk. Do you want to go Pansy?”

“Nope. I have to finish this and I still have a bit to finish before I go to sleep.”

“I’ll be back later.”

That one cold October night changed her life for the better. Even if it wasn’t meant to last. This was her last and final year here before she was to return home and do what was expected of her. The days dwindled until she completely lost her freedom. At least here she had some control over her life. She on one of her nightly walks in an attempt to clear her mind when he had bumped into her. She didn’t fear being caught by anyone, her last name alone let her get away with many things. Plus Draco was the Head Boy and wouldn’t get her in trouble. Lost in her train of thought, she didn’t notice a certain ginger running down the hallway. Probably from another prank. Not looking where he was going he knocked straight into (y/n) causing her to stumble back and surely hit the floor hard. But his strong hold prevented her from falling onto the stone ground. Time seemed to freeze as she felt his touch electrify her entire body. (Y/N) stared into his brown eyes as neither said a word to each other. This was the first time they had even crossed paths with each other.

“I’m so sorry love”, he spoke as he helped her stand up straight and let go of her waist.

“It’s quite alright”, she answered softly. “Just be careful next time.”

“Of course.”

Silence followed for a couple of seconds before he spoke up again. His face showing he was deep in thought.

“You’re not going to run and tell your friend Malfoy that you’ve caught me”, he questioned her.

“Should I be informing Draco of something you did?”

“No. But I thought you’d be running off now to let him know. After all, you are his friend.”

“No, why would I go and let him know that? It’s not my job to patrol at night.”

A smile formed on his face as he looked at you. His smile made you weak and you didn’t even know why.

From there on a secret friendship blossomed with the red headed boy. (Y/N) wasn’t able to see him in public because word was sure to get your parents. Plus her friends aren’t exactly the nicest people to the Weasleys. Constantly looking down on them and their financial status. Last thing she needed was her mother writing (y/n) about being seen with a “blood traitor”. Merlin, she hated that word. Her relationship with him started slow as a friendship first. Fred was very skeptical of (y/n) in the beginning and it took a lot for him to trust her. Fred knew his brother had fallen for her and he wanted to do nothing more than protect his heart. (Y/N) couldn’t blame him for that. Although she was never truly cruel like the rest of her friends, their reputation was attached to her.

Because I dropped your hand while dancing. Left you out there standing

He wasn’t able to ask (y/n) to be his date for the Yule Ball, it was too much of a risk. Instead he watched from afar as she danced the night away with a boy from Durmstang. As (y/n) danced with him all she was wishing was that it was George that was holding her tonight.

That night after the dance she sneaked with George to the room of requirements where the room had become the same winter wonderland as earlier in the evening. This time though, she was able to dance with the one person she truly wanted to hold her in their arms.

“I really like you (y/n)”, George spoke as they swayed to the music.

“I like you too George.”

“Do you want to be my girlfriend? I know it will have to be in secret but I want nothing more than to be with you.”

“Of course”, she said smiling up at him. With that, she brought his face down to her level and placed a long awaited kiss on his lips. It was one of hunger and need. A need for him to be closer to her.

Months passed where she would sneak around and have dates with George. With the help of Fred, the two were able to see each other often. It was hard keeping it a secret as you wanted nothing more than to show the world he was her boyfriend. But (y/n) knew she couldn’t do that. They would send each other longing looks throughout the day waiting to be able to see each other again. He had once found a picture of her inside her school bag. It had fallen from one of her photo albums she had placed in her bag. He told her he was going to keep that picture in his wallet so that he would always have her near.

Crestfallen on the landing. Champagne problems

One Saturday while her friends were off to Hogsmeade, she had decided to stay back and spend time with George. While sitting in the room of requirements like she always did with her boyfriend she couldn’t stop thinking about the letter she had received from her mother. The one week spring holiday that the school offered was coming up and her mom expected her to be back home. She couldn’t even stay back and spend it with her boyfriend. She was expected to go home and attend an upcoming ball the Pucey family was organizing.

Lost in her own mind, (y/n) tried to listen to George. George spoke about wanting to start his own shop with Fred. (Y/N) placed her head on his chest as he continued to speak about what their plans would be after graduation. She played with his hands as he continued on about all the products they would have and how it would be such a great shop. She wishes she could freeze time for a while more.

Spring holiday had come quickly and before (y/n) knew it she was back home and attending countless fancy balls and dinner parties with her parents. As the oldest of her siblings, (y/n) had spent her life at countless balls and dinners with her parents as soon as she turned fifteen. Each and every event they would talk to others looking for the perfect husband for their daughter. It wasn’t until one night after a ball that her parents had informed her that they had found the perfect husband for her. She looked at them with a bit of hesitation as she waited for them to drop who she was supposed to be marrying.

“Draco Malfoy”, your mother spoke with great excitement in her voice. Mother must be ecstatic about this.

“Draco Malfoy?” She can start to feel her mouth become dry.

“Yes, you know that the Malfoy’s are a good family to be marrying into darling. Your life is set”, (y/n)’s mother said as she stroked her hair. “The Flint family also inquired about you marrying their son but they don’t quite have the same status as the Malfoy’s.”

At least it’s not Marcus Flint...

“I know mother.”

“We’ll be having dinner with the Malfoy’s tomorrow night so you two can talk more.”

“Of course father”, (y/n) responded obediently. Your expression never faltering in front of your parents. Although inside you were panicking. What about George? “I’m familiar with Draco since we are in the same house and have the same friend group.”

“You’ll be the most beautiful bride ever darling”, your mother whispered to you as she hugged you tightly. Too bad the man you want at the end of the aisle won’t be there.

Dinner with the Malfoy’s was quite uneventful other than the talk of the upcoming wedding after the both of you had left Hogwarts. Narcissa continuously complimented her on her beauty and grace. She hugged (y/n) when they entered Malfoy Manor and whispered into her ear, “We couldn’t have picked a better young lady to carry on our name.” She felt like she was about to be sick. (Y/N) did what she was taught to do, smile when appropriate and be as charming as ever. She knew she was nothing more than an object with no feeling to them.

“Draco darling”, Narcissa spoke once they had finished dinner. “We have some things to discuss, why don’t you show (y/n) around the garden?”

“Of course mother”, Draco responded as he stood up and walked over (y/n). He helped her stand from her chair with an extended hand. He offered (y/n) his elbow as he escorted her out of the dining room and out of the manor into the garden.

“Are you okay with this”, Draco questioned her once they had found a bench in the stunning garden.

“I don’t know how I feel” she responded truthfully. “But I am glad it’s you. You’ve been nothing but respectful to me.”

“How do you feel about this?”

“That we have never been given a chance. But I’m glad it’s you too.”

“Were you hoping for Pansy?”, she teased him as everyone knew of Pansy’s big crush on him back in fourth year. .

He laughed genuinely at her joke. “Anyone but her.”

It became quiet after that as they both knew what they had to do.

“We’ll be okay”, he whispered as he squeezed (y/n)’s hand.

“We will.”

Neither of you wanted this. Seeing as Draco himself was heads over heels for a muggle-born girl in your year. He had been secretly seeing her for a while. In the shadows with the same fears you had about your parents finding out. (Y/N) had actually caught him with her on one of (y/n)’s nightly walks on her way to see George. She had let him know that she wouldn’t run to his parents and let them know what she had seen. (Y/N) had sympathized with his situation and she’d be a hypocrite if she went and told on him. She felt his pain as (y/n) told him how she was in love with George. The both of you understood the pain you’d have to face as you returned to Hogwarts in the upcoming days.

Both of you cried that night knowing what you had to do. Neither of you had a way out. You both were just pawns in your parents games.

Your mom's ring in your pocket. My picture in your wallet. Your heart was glass, I dropped it

(Y/N) had made it back to school after the short school holiday. The end of the school year was fast approaching and exams loomed near. She avoided George at first, trying to live a few more days of bliss where she was still happy with him. But that didn’t last long, he had eventually found her after their shared class had ended. He secretly slipped a small paper in her hand.

“Meet me in the Room of Requirements Tonight after curfew. Love George xx”

(Y/N) was dreading this meeting with him because she knew her time with him was ending. The next time she saw George he had seemed very nervous. He was pacing in the room and kept looking at the ground. He was so distracted that he had failed to notice her presence.

“What’s wrong”, she questioned him as he suddenly lifted his head up.

“Darling I have something important to talk to you about.”

“What is it?”

“Well, you know how we’re almost graduating? I want you to come with me. I need you by my side.”

“What”, you breathed out as your eyes became wide.

“I want you by my side” he whispered as he gently placed a hand on your cheek. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. Inside it sat a beautiful ring with a red stone in the center of it.

“George”, she gasped as tears welled in her eyes. She’s crying because she knows she’ll never have the life she wants. It’s like fate was taunting her.

“I can’t do this George.”

“Please (y/n) come with me”, George pleaded with her.

“You know I can’t Georgie”, (y/n) whispered as she wiped the tears pouring down her cheeks.

“I know I can’t give you the same you’re used to but I promise I love you!”

“I can’t go with you because I never loved you”, she said suddenly as her expression became stoic. It’s better to have him hate her then love her. It would help ease her pain.

“What”, he breathed out as he stared at her bewildered with her recent confession. He placed the box with the only ring she’s ever wanted back in his pocket.

“I never loved you”, (y/n) repeated.

“What about every moment we shared (y/n)! You can’t fake that!”

“Please! You were nothing but a game George. You were nothing more than my entertainment for a while. I’d never thought we’d ever get this far”

“Look at me right now and tell me I never meant anything to you (y/n)”, George whimpered as cupped your cheeks. His eyes pleaded with yours to let this be nothing more than a cruel joke of yours.

You roughly got out of his hold but not before looking right at him. “I could never love someone like you.”

“I could never love a Weasley. Especially not a blood traitor.”

His expression changed from hurt to anger in seconds. As he looked at you with pure disgust. “I can’t believe I ever thought you were different from those other pure-bloods.”

He opened the wallet in his pocket and ripped out her picture. Along with her heart. The picture fell slowly to the ground. She watched it as it floated to the floor.

“Goodbye. Hope you have a good life (y/l/n). I hope you can find happiness in your bitter existence.”

“Because only someone with such hatred in their heart plays with the feelings of others.”

As he exited the room, (y/n) broke down in tears. This isn’t the life she wanted. She hated that she was destined for this. She would do anything for another life. She wanted to have the strength to run up and tell him what she was going through. To ask him to save him from her future. But she couldn’t leave her siblings alone. If (y/n) walked out of her parents grasp, she’d be walking away from them too. She felt her chest starting to tighten and her breaths getting shorter and shorter.

You had a speech, you're speechless. Love slipped beyond your reaches

The days seemed to go by with no color in her life. This week has been pouring rain nonstop. The mood of the sky clearly matches her current situation. Pansy had noticed her slight shift in mood but she blamed her emotional turmoil on the nerves of her upcoming graduation. She seemed to believe her or simply just dropped it as not trying to intrude anymore. She watched as he walked the halls of the school with sadness clearly on his face. He’d look her way every once in a while. Some days it was also pure anger when he looked her way. She had attempted to stay clear of him and Fred. After their shared classes she always left first or walked different routes to her next destination.

“You know you have some nerve”, she heard a voice behind her. She turned around and came face to face with Fred Weasley. His face red with anger.

“What do you want”, she responded to him as she turned to face him.

“You took his heart and you bloody broke it”, Fred responded angrily. “He loved you. He probably still does.”

“That’s no longer my problem”, (y/n) responded calmly. All these years of having to mask her true feelings were being used currently.

“You see, I don’t understand how this was a game to you! You don’t just fake all that!”

“You’ll never understand”, she said in a monotonous manner.

“Is everything alright here”, Draco questioned as he walked up to them. He took her hand and gave it a slight squeeze.

“Oh I see now”, Fred sneered as he looked down at her intertwined hand with Draco’s. “It was some twisted game between you two.”

“Look you don’t talk to her like that”, Draco responded as he stepped in front of you. Fully blocking Fred from your view.

“I’d hit you right now but I’m sure you’d get your daddy to fight your battles.” Fred said as he shoulder checked Draco on his way out. He didn’t bother to turn back around and look at you.

“Don’t listen to him”, Draco said as embraced her.

But you'll find the real thing instead. She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

She knew that George wouldn’t have a problem finding someone else. Someone who would love him like he truly deserved. Someone who could help piece back together what she had broken. He would find some who truly deserved him. Because in her opinion, she had never deserved George Weasley. She could never deserve someone like him.

Challenge to self: write angst with a happy ending??

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